Vessels Filling |
Sibanda is the author of Notes, Themes, Things And Other Things, The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence, The Way Forward, Sometimes Seasons Come With Unseasonal Harvests, As If They Minded:The Loudness Of Whispers, This Cannot Be Happening :Speaking Truth To Power, The Dangers Of Child Marriages:Billions Of Dollars Lost In Earnings And Human Capital, The Ndaba Jamela and Collections and Poetry Pharmacy. Sibanda's work has received Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominations. Some of his work has been translated into Serbian and German. |
The Magic Of The Rainbow
about a rainbow of nationalities
and a kaleidoscope of ethnicities
not only about their various cultures,
their colours, creeds and languages,
their interests, hobbies and visions,
their food,farming and fooling ways,
their menus, mannerisms and music,
but also about their understanding
of the sense of humanity and history
rooted in their many traditional stories,
imbedded and loud in their ethnic clothing,
their lives rich in colour, diversity & detail,
teaching us about our diverse walks in life
and the need to embrace the human race
in its diversity and depth as it is both a unit
and a badge of beauty ,ability and creativity
A Fire-fighter Rose To The Occasion
her heart
was an oven
yet she was happy
her thoughts
were wildfires
that ran and ran riot
battling the blaze,
the heat high, hurting,
hiding in her happy heart
she paced about, pleading
with him to evacuate
and airlift her emotions
and her affectionate thoughts
from a blaze into the ease
of his heaven or heart
he heard and heeded
and became her one
and only fire-fighter
Standing Sentinel
and violent predators, she`s adoring!
She`s an indulgent, vigilant parent
She gathers them when a threat`s present
She gathers her chicks under her wings
She herds chicks away from danger`s rings
She knows how to nudge their beaks into water
so that they learn the drinking procedure faster!
She is not only a shield but also a great instructor
Motherhood is her emblem, what a heroic protector
The Poet's Perceptive Power
made the poet's past pronouncements
not only powerful but also prescient
Expectations And Experiences
it was her faith that gave her
a source of strength
to climb her Mount Everest
of trumped-up charges
and accusations and arrests
for exposing the corrupt and greedy
each day started with hopes
and ended with lessons
Peace-loving Priest, Prayerful Sheep
with her pretty, peevish ,pulsating pet
than with her hefty heavy-sleeping hubby!
She disclosed that music, even dumb one
was better company than that man`s daily
drunken drones and deafening dreams
She revealed that she revered the peaceful priest
because his bright beams boomed with her heart
and brought out her best self in spirit and in body
She pleaded with the peaceful priest to pat her prettily
on her back for her array of powerful prayers and amens
but the peaceable priest pretended as if her pleas were a pull
Pasty Precious Pot
on the hot plate promptly
when poetry said: please
I pronounce my presence
it`s private , it`s personal
I placed your precious pot
on the hot plate promptly
when poetry said: please
pitch away poor or prized pots
and pen poems on priorities
when your food finally cooks well
celebrate and accept my stunned joys
but if it burns into glowing embers,
please probe your pot and never ever
pronounce poetry the puerile perpetrator!
Poets And Their Planet
Perhaps to read between the lines
She had various unrequited questions
Are they aliens? Where do they come from?
Where do they get their graceful language from?
As she read and read between the lines she concluded
That the profoundest emotions they excavate from within
On a given subject or area or their experiences and visions
Are their magic and engine that propel them to another planet
Whose words can move mountains, whose waters flow with flair
Poetry, Passion And Inspiration
It is a passion that propels poets
With polish and perception
Poetry powers poets in the form
Of a passion, a prophecy, a muse
Poetry is a painting that conveys
Pleasure, pigment, beauty and ideas
A Client Who Originates In Outer Space
raw like shut the hell up, hence her heart was burning
however, she had been taught that a client is always right
the potential buyer in the shop was like a creepy meteorite
the bookshop clerk`s look was a film of utter astonishment
the lanky lady, the comet in the shop was odd & insistent
I want a book that will soar and swing with me to its sky
one that captures, coaxes and coerces one`s mind's eye
one whose pages will drive me to make an unrest
of a yell like hell as I freeze & freefall into its crest
one that will daze me with its turns and chases
one whose words are warm & crazy cuddles
one so touching that tears will be a torrent
a book whose word choice is an absorbent
a breeze that will brush away all my tears
and make me laugh out loud on its stairs
My name is Alfred Nicholson. I am a retired Typesetter, Proofreader and Writer from New York City, but now live in Beaverton Oregon .I have worked as a Printer with Hand Type, Linotype and Computer Typesetting. I have written more than 50 poems and many short stories, Fiction and Non Fiction Recently my Poem "One Room Does It All" was chosen as Poem of the Month and displayed on the Internet. Several years ago I was invited to read a poem of mine on the stage at Disneyland, Fla. One of my poems appears on Facebook. My latest writing of poems and stories has appeared in successive issues of the monthly Edgewood Point Bulletin |
WOE, CAN WE STOP THE #s?
So many places we tell him "take a hike."
The virus is everywhere, so much to fear.
He looks for the crowds, then he will cheer.
To places in our country, north or south.
Look out for him, we continue to shout.
He will appear, where we show no fear.
Those without a mask, he will see and hear.
Many have returned to work, only to find.
The virus is there and is close behind.
To the hospital so many will have to go.
All the numbers, they continue to grow.
Back to school soon the children will go.
How safe they may be, we do not know.
Many will stay home and who will they hear
on a screen, a teacher, will soon appear.
LOOKING AHEAD TO A VACCINE
A vaccine will then hopefully appear.
So many companies trying to find.
All with one thought on their mind.
Dollars and dollars they will get.
Money well spent we will never regret.
Chase the virus so he will never return.
So many thanks the scientists will urn.
Those who will be the first to receive
the medical and national security.
Not to far down on the list we will see.
The elderly will be there, said the CDC.
So many people we shall protect.
the virus will never be able to infect.
Then we will return to the lives we knew.
and all the wonderful things we use to do.
A NEW LIFE FOR ALL
trapped in a time with so little fun for any.
What are our lives, our future to be
if the shadow, the virus we cannot see.
It shall forever fade and leave us to measure
our world we once knew and we now treasure.
We will return to places we knew
in a society whose rules we can view.
To help us understand caution must be shown
to prevent us from returning to the unknown.
A new beginning for each day our desires
will return and our thoughts will inspire.
The age, the young so many . . . the few so old
shall all recall our past story where ever it's told.
BACK TO SCHOOL, Maybe?
Remember the virus is their foe.
The rules are their for them to use
it is the virus we hope, he will snooze.
If we find their may be some that are ill
It is those classes that we should not fill.
Some will remain home and they will see
their classes go on, sadly, without me.
I will have to learn from the screen
and ask myself what does she mean.
Time will tell how the children will learn
for some the parents will no longer earn.
At home they will stay and will not fear
surely the virus will not come there.
It is the teacher who is at risk we know
for to the classroom they must go.
MASK UP AND MAKE THE VIRUS GO
We must chase him whenever we can.
His shadow can spread so very fast.
We hope his presence will never last.
The mask you wear will make him go.
Tell it to others and make them know.
The rules are there for us to see.
So that we are as safe as can be.
The number of cases continue to rise.
Unlike us, they were not safe or wise.
We have been told and we must see.
Distancing is important to you and me..
Here in our facility the rules are clear.
Our safety comes first, we will hear.
Guests and family will often visit here.
Masks, cotes and gloves, they must wear.
Jonathan Corle (Jon) is a poet and lifelong resident of Pennsylvania living in Chester County. After retirement from the financial firm he founded, Jon became an adjunct professor in the Close School of Entrepreneurship at Drexel University. His interests include reading and writing, cycling, golf, and travel with his wife, Diane. |
CAPRESE
for the Contessa of Mozzarella
from our new foodie friend, Deb, at the pool.
So early Saturday morning we head over,
find a parking spot near an old Banyan Tree
at the Promenade where vendor’s canopies
line the asphalt surrounded by palm trees
and hibiscus making a fragrant garden mall.
I stop at Doug’s Seafood and fill my bag
with fresh Tripletail, Corvina and a pound
of Sea Scallops beautifully white and plump.
My wife talks with the Latino at the fruit
and produce stand buying some items before
moving on. The tomatoes she purchases will
become part of the il Tricolore salad at lunch.
As we make our way to DeRomo’s, I buy
sweet basil, roots damp, green leaves lustrous
ready to pair with the vine-ripened tomatoes.
At the back of the store, Jessica stands regally over
a white mountain of curd and rubs handfuls
through a stringed implement into riced pieces.
Then she sprinkles handfuls of coarse salt on top.
From the steaming stock pots on the burners
behind her she scoops hot water on the cheese,
this melts it and allows it to be worked smooth
by a wooden paddle, a scepter she so deftly moves
in a pattern practiced every workday until automatic.
When ready, she raises some cheese from the milky
brine stretches it and squeezes it to a balloon shape.
Then the plunge into the ice bath to cool the orbs.
When the whole batch is finished, she takes the bowl
places it on the back counter and wraps each ball
weighing and pricing it. She offers me the first one
and says, If you will be eating this today, don’t put it in
the refrigerator just leave it on the counter. We did.
So delicious the fresh green, white, and red layers.
SALTINES WITH APRICOT JAM
my friend, Bill, lived in San Marino
and spent afternoons on the porch
with an astronomer.
Each night, the man went to the observatory
on Mount Wilson to make a timed series
of photographic plates of the same sky section.
On those afternoons, they would eat crackers
and jam and look at the 3x5 foot plates on a light
table where the stars appeared as pinpoints.
By scientific comparison, the man discovers the stars
are moving away from us: REVELATION!
The universe is expanding.
It’s not every day someone corrects Einstein.
When I eat saltines with apricot jam, I think of Bill’s story
and one degree of separation from Edwin Hubble.
JUST OUT OF REACH
The sky is cobalt, the grass emerald
fingers of the Magnolia tickle the wind
its white cupped flowers hold sunshine.
I sit this late afternoon under our new sunshade
and this is as far as I get before the line seizes
like the fishing reel that drowned in salt water
months ago that I tried to fix without success
this morning by watching a YouTube video.
Who knew reels were carburetor-complicated?
Back to freeing the line—going with the flow
here comes Mr. Judge with his word gavel
like he knows poetry any better that I do.
Hemingway once said, “Write as best as you can
and finish what you start.” I write crap and never
finish what I start. Instead, I escape into the fine
poems of others like a druggie to get a high
disheartened by the potency of their lines feeling
defeated by my own unfinished work and afraid to try
the process of sober revision; too often I sulk at not saying
something true worth remembering that someone else
has not already said better. The fat line, like the fat golf shot
goes nowhere. Now my voice only slurs my words.
SOMETIMES A RIVER BRANCHES
For A.M. and D.D.
Time-honored and just, it has branched before
and will branch again—yet be the same river.
Branches with Dragon and Wildcat names carry
rostered seedlings from family trees on its banks.
In the pick and roll of time these will mature and be
remembered beyond season record books and legend
by those who got in the flood and coached and those
who cheered gladly keeping pace on the river’s banks.
This grand river flows in many interdependent branches.
At times they come together in eddies of respect to test
skill, strength, and resolve in forty minutes of competition.
THE LAYMAN’S GUIDE to INKBLOTS
ink on folded paper: creation received.
Standardized images made almost a century ago
fantastic symmetrical ambiguities.
Ten Rorschach cards shown in order
by an observer, a clinical psychologist, sitting
next to the subject asking the same question,
What might this be?
Subjects from soccer moms to serial killers
see the plates as they are but respond in words
and body language coming from who they are
noted by the observer.
After the session of stimulus and response
the clinician analyzes his notes, using experience
and the ever-present bell curve seeking
the subject’s psychological state.
Spend time with inkblots, even make some
and a Tetris effect takes over, you will see
symmetry everywhere, like the monochrome
underside of an osprey floating on a cloudless
azure plate of sky.
Homicide Detective
about a moment when you chose to differ
with my version of an incident involving
a man whose carcass on my way to work
I saw swayed by a muddy pool of fresh rain
a tree trunk slept on his chest like a mate
(was it Caravaggio’s Sleeping Cupid )
you were of the view that it was not a human
but a mental wedge caused by proximity
to blood-streaming faces and detritus
so by way of your objection I dwell on
a threshold and a vague exit of some sort
my invocation is ridiculous, moreover
a rapacious attachment to words makes me
a suspect who uses language as an alibi
therefore I often cannot assume real
how important it is to live a life vividly
may it be a smoky cup of tea or a towel slightly
damp after bath or a crinkled bed sheet
depictions have to be straightened, and tagged
but those eyes spluttered with slime keeps
lulling me into a dark embrace of long arms.
A Dyslexic Poet
peering at a bill-board murmuring sounds
a woman chuckling over a glossy cellphone
shrugs past he stares at a dug-out pit
the jawed snout of a machine carpeting road
gradually he is included in the noise and faces
increase a consensus on muteness continues
could even love a woman and is not asked
about her body so he shoves monologues
my soul is spending a holiday on her cleavage
and I can egress into her spirit at will and
no one either demands an apology or carries
a protest for choosing to accomplish a land
without an anthem and a banner his stanzas
die on a sequestered bench bees hover
over his unrinsed cup of tea watching sky.
Invasion
an unguarded cluster of ducks hog
the road while cars honk ludicrously
waiting for flapping fowls to clear
until a child throws a stone at them
they squawk refusing to vacate
a mid-way congregation enhancing fears
of an old man seat-belted watching
on ground a white army taking control.
Birds & Us
suspend arrogantly in air over trees
what makes them anxious for landing
on earth where we live with languages
bodies and postures watch them
preening feathers flecking bills
heaving chests flouting tails
our ways of making love--
caress hairs, inhale cleavage
an awkward kiss. Embrace.
Rain amidst Lockdown
deferred by shape they allure occasional birds
mesmerized a small girl rubs her cheeks against glass
an obscure shadow creeps vigilantly like a watchman
her mother mopes the wooden floor listening music
outside all languages are shelved till further order
gradually the rain unravels a sonorous vocabulary
the tin roof tip-toe sounds muddle with strong wind
unpegged washings scatter frantically on balcony
hands rush to rescue the soiled laundry of life
whatever remained unstained looks so odd now
inside dry bodies miss those sharp needles of water.
BOBBY Z is a avid writer and Blogger, also has video’s, audio’s a podcast and has Authored the Book Tales Of The Junkyard Dog. A rather abrupt and unusual Collection of Poems providing insightful and comical commentary on life, the Convergence of the past and the present, and the trails and tribulations of Relationships---BLOG https://talesofthejunkyarddog.wordpress.com BOBBY Z THE JYD, 78 YEAR OLD VET, CANCER SURVIVOR, RECOVERING ALCOHOLIC (41 YEARS) AND ORIGINAL JERSEY CITY 50’S BAD BOY WHO TELLS IT LIKE IT IS FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST. |
WHO ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU
Do you have a name.
Were you always late for supper.
What’s your claim to fame?
Who are you, what are you.
Why do you remain.
Were you always told to hold the door.
Did you ever play the game?
Who are you, what are you.
Did you always miss the train.
Were you always left for dead.
Did you always take the blame?
Who are you, what are you.
Will you ever be the same.
Were you always searching for rainbows.
Were you always viewed with disdain?
Who are you, what are you.
Do you know from where you came.
Were you always overwhelmed.
When you ran, did you always come up lame.
Who are you, what are you.
Did you always complain.
Were you always stood up.
Were you always sure of yourself, or very vain.
Who are you, what are you.
Were you always plain.
Did you always forget to tie your shoes.
Were you always told to come in from the rain.
Who are you, what are you.
You tried, yet you always failed.
Time to end the madness.
Your ship has just sailed.
Can’t You Hear Me Knock’in
Knock’in on Heaven’s Door.
May have been here.
Many times before.
Knock’in on Heaven’s Door.
Will I ever be admitted.
Misdeeds from the past.
Will I ever be acquitted.
The thought of remembering.
The memories of yesteryears.
Can’t you hear me knock’in.
While I wipe away the tears.
Do you hear me knock’in.
Have I forever been banished.
Not born with a Silver Spoon.
For this will I forever be punished.
Time slowly disappearing.
Revealing the fact.
That it may soon be over.
Definitely the Deck was Stacked.
Close calls and near misses.
Have always been the norm.
Time is running out.
Too late to reform.
The Door will always remain closed.
Always been viewed as a Rebel.
Time to pay for the misdeeds.
Guess I”LL BE DANCING WITH THE DEVIL.
GRANT THE WISDOM
To avoid the misconceptions of life.
Enable to succeed.
Where others have failed.
Like a River.
Allow devotion to flow.
Offer the vision.
To continue dedication to desires.
Whenever down and out.
Provide with a surrogate.
Continue to allow the wisdom.
To choose the right path.
The strength and courage.
To maintain a positive attitude.
The confidence to continue.
That allows us to blossom.
Guiding and comforting.
To avoid the conflicts and tragedies.
Offering to brighten.
The dark passageways of life.
Seeking the guidance.
From above.
Have no fear.
You’ll never be alone.
The only ways I could believe in God and Jesus
I don't believe in God and Jesus,
But the only ways I could,
If this was a reality,
No need for a military or law enforcement,
No poverty,
No crime,
No bullying,
No segregation,
No racism,
No sexism,
No classism,
These are to name a few,
There are others,
But I listed these,
Too much spending on the military and law enforcement,
Not enough on universal healthcare,
Believe what you want here,
It is a free world,
Take care for now,
This is how I feel,
Tomorrow is a new day,
May it be better with COVID-19 still in full force.
The government doesn't care what a musician thinks and nice people finish last
Yet, nothing ever happens,
Time after time,
Musicians and the like have their views,
The government takes over,
And that is it,
Believe what you want here,
It is a free world,
People have their views time and again,
Yet, the same things occur,
Rich musicians have no power over governmental control,
Protests from unpopular people never pan out as well,
People have a hard time being good,
This is the main cause of problems,
You hear the saying, nice people finish last,
This is true,
Nobody loves nice people,
But bad people take the cake,
It has been this way forever,
When women get abused by bad men,
I don't feel sorry for them,
There are plenty of good men in the world,
They choose the bad,
I feel nothing about that,
People have always loved the bad boy,
Or the bad person,
Change is tough,
So is being decent,
Try to understand what I said here,
Think about take,
Take care for now,
And again, carpe diem.
People love to cause problems
Gays continued to get bashed,
Even killed,
Yet, they are an asset to society,
When it comes to the environment,
Entertainment,
Acting or the creative arts,
Plus, they even believe in God,
All the bashing and still some of them are Christians,
People need to step back and have an open mind,
We are well into the 21st century,
All this chaos continues,
If any thing there are more women to date,
With me being a straight guy this helps out,
Imagine how chaotic society would be if everyone was straight,
Over population would be beyond horrible,
I can go on and on,
Leave the gays alone,
AIDS is huge in their community,
Give them a break,
Develop and open mind,
You are what you are,
Take care for now,
Be good,
Hopefully COVID-19 will disappear,
And may a new day bring you goodness,
And again, carpe diem.
Humanity on Earth is steadily going downhill
COVID-19 is horrible,
Beyond horrible, if I may,
Humans only care about themselves,
If God was around COVID-19 would not exist,
Time after time,
Humanity has caused problems,
The planet Earth is doing fine,
It is humanity that is screwing everything up,
Why would such a virus be invented?
Let's face it, humans only tolerate one another,
The nice guy philosophy no longer exists,
I don't think it ever was a reality at any time,
I wouldn't be surprised if humanity does become extinct,
This will probably happen hundreds of thousands of years from now,
Planet Earth needs a better breed of people,
This other life probably exists elsewhere in the solar system,
Take care for now,
Be good,
May a new tomorrow happen with positive vibes,
And again, many times over, carpe diem.
The world is not a nice place
The United States wants to put $1.5 trillion dollars
into the military,
Yet, affordable health care is shunned,
It just goes to show you how messed up the world is,
Human behavior is horrible,
People love trouble and are control freaks,
Evolution is to blame here,
It has always been the reasoning for human flaws,
Nobody is perfect,
But man or woman loves trouble,
This is just the way it is,
I hate the military and law enforcement,
Yet again, we need them,
This and for natural disasters,
Believe what you want here,
It is a free world,
This is how I feel,
Take care,
Be good and safe,
And again, many times over, carpe diem.
God is not with us
destruction,
COVID-19,
More money put toward the military,
Bullying,
Torture,
Corruption,
More destructive protesting,
Poverty,
The list is endless,
Yet, God never seems to be around,
No sound,
Nothing,
Believe what you want here,
I choose atheism,
Take care,
Be good and safe,
And may more positive vibes reach one and all on the horizon,
Again, carpe diem.
What is so great about God?
What it comprises of,
There is no God,
There is nothing great about him,
How can there be if you can't see or talk to him?
Religion loves fantasies,
It loves fiction,
This is what God is,
I have never once shook God's hand,
Never seen or spoke him,
Yet, billions believe in him,
Look at how much money is put into the military alone,
It is insane,
Yet, God is not around to help out,
Believe what you want here,
It is a free world,
I choose atheism,
It works for me,
Take care for now,
Be good and safe,
And again, many times over, carpe diem.
Planet Earth is too large in size
Planet Earth is too massive in size,
Faith is nice,
But not a reality,
Year after year bad things happen all over Earth,
Yet, God is not around to fix them,
I have never seen God at all,
Yet, billions have found him,
People love fantasy and fiction,
That is what God is,
The planet minds its business,
It continues to go around the sun,
365 days later a new year arises,
The planet continues on its way,
Planet Earth is a reality because of science,
It always has been,
Look at how massive the oceans alone are,
Again, this is a free world,
Believe what you want,
God is not a reality,
This is how I feel,
Take care for now,
Be safe,
And may a new day arise with optimism as time carries forward.
Too much emphasis on the military
Yet, universal healthcare is ignored,
Healthcare should be universal,
Yet, the government doesn't bat an eye toward a new military base,
I am not bashing the military,
Too much emphasis is put on it,
If you look at humanity, there are too many problems,
People procreating at alarming rates,
Then as they become adults more problems,
The military is definitely needed,
Yet, evolution is the main cause for problems,
People don't care anymore,
Nice people finish last,
No one shows compassion,
Hence, more emphasis on the military,
You can't control natural disasters,
But people have to want to change,
It is not in their character,
It goes against evolution as well,
Religion is fake and fictional,
Nothing in religion will ever change the human race,
It is mind control at its worst,
Believe what you want here,
This is a free world,
Again, I am not a fan of the military,
But as far as humanity goes and natural disasters,
It will always be needed greatly,
Take care and be safe,
And again, carpe diem.
Religious people are control freaks
Man, you will get the longest tongue lashing possible,
There is no God,
No Jesus,
Yet, these religious people love to control,
Especially formerly bad people,
You know, the ones that have come out of prison,
The ones who have done time,
Those people are controlling,
That is how people are,
To live the life the Bible says is insane,
Yet, people love to push this on atheists,
If you are an atheist, good for you,
At least you see how people are at face value,
I would never push atheism on people,
I don't expect them to push their religion on me,
Take care for now,
Be good and safe,
And believe what you want to believe in,
It is a free world and again, carpe diem.
God has not reached out to us
It has not indicated God's presence,
Yet, billions continue to believe in him,
No sounds,
No hiccups,
No flagellations,
No yelling,
Nothing,
God is not there,
He will not reach out to anyone,
God is a myth,
Like Perseus from mythology,
Jesus is a myth,
Like Andromeda as well,
You get better advice from an astrologer
than from religion,
Believe what you want here,
It is up to you,
If you are pro religion,
That's nice,
I am not,
Atheism works for me,
Take care for now,
Be good,
Be safe,
And let a better tomorrow happen any which way possible.
People need to feel in control
This doesn't mean they are decent people,
Patriotism is a feeling of control,
The flag waving,
The military,
Law enforcement,
The national anthems at ball games,
The gamut,
Control is important,
Yet, total control freaks are not really good people,
Being assertive and nice is powerful,
However, control freaks are not open new ideas,
As time passes, now and the past and the future,
This is just the way it is,
People look at destruction in different ways,
The militaristic way is common,
Yet, people still never change,
The average person is neutral, not nice,
Goodness is really a thing of the past,
Think about what I have said here,
It is something to ponder,
The future will continue forward,
Take care and be safe,
And again, many times forward, carpe diem.
God and Jesus are not realities
Even law enforcement,
There is no God or Jesus,
Atheism works for me,
Year after year people praise God,
For what,
One cannot see or talk to him,
You can't shake his hand,
The world continues to decline,
Look at what COVID-19 has done to the world,
Yet, people still believe in something they can't see,
God and Jesus are fictional characters,
Like Snow White and Cinderella,
High entertainment, no reality,
Believe what you want here,
It is a free world,
I choose atheism,
Take care and be good,
Be safe,
And again, many times over, carpe diem.
Church is emphasized too much in our society
Neither does Jesus,
Religion is nothing more than mind control,
The church is talked about too much,
When someone dies,
Especially a noted person,
The church is always emphasized,
They always say so and so was a Christian or church goer,
He or she died anyway,
Why?
We are living organisms,
Our time on Earth is limited,
This stinks,
But a reality,
God had nothing to do with that person,
Or even Jesus,
The church always wants more money,
Yet, nothing changes,
Think about what I have said here,
This is how I feel,
Take care for now,
Be good and safe,
And a better tomorrow happen,
And again, many times over, carpe diem.
Is it worth it to be nice anymore?
This is something to ponder,
Women are hard to read,
They seem to always want the bad boy,
This is just the way it is,
I don't feel bad when a woman gets abused this way,
There are guys out there that are good,
They should seek them out,
Women can be into the hero,
You know, the navy seal or a military or law enforcement type,
Those organizations don't fly for me,
I am not a fan of them at all,
Yet, women love a guy in uniform,
Not all people in those organizations are good people,
Yet, they serve a purpose, but not nice in many ways,
Women, to me are too much trouble,
They are too much work,
I am not gay or bisexual,
Or have gay tendencies,
This is based on experience,
Trying to figure out women is hard and overall a waste of time,
I choose to be alone,
Believe what you want here,
Not all women are bad,
There are good ones,
They are just too much work and trouble for me,
Take care now,
Be good and safe,
And again, carpe diem.
Children are herded like cattle in schools
They are herded like cattle in a school district,
You hear about a lot of things,
The bullying,
Teachers being abused,
Teachers being expected to do too much,
Parents that are oblivious to their children's behavior,
Being in a school is hell for most children,
Yet, people still make children,
The world is not a good place,
People believe in God,
Yet, there is no God,
Waving a flag doesn't make matters better,
I can go on on and on,
Take care for now,
Be good and safe,
And may COVID-19 come to an end soon.
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