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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

MINI PAUSES FOR THE BLESSED TRADE

This me you perceive, it is not I. My cover is woman’s second rite of passage, Postmenopausal insulation. The color of my skin has waned. A grey thatch roofs my housing. Pigment stops and rests here and there leaving camouflage tracks sealing in joy and pain. My soul is in perfect tack. This is but a molting of cosmetic satin replacing lost ovulation. To protect the youth of my gender, I and my sisters of an age, must withdraw from competition. We may mate, but we may not bear, lest we pose a... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

THE THING YOU CRAVE DAILY AS YOU HATE HAVING COME THERE

IT IS FROM GOD You want it so much You hate it with a passion You pay out the roof to get it You pay to look like you didn’t get it. I have it I love and hate it I look like I have it I spend a lot to keep it I earned my look It has its rewards It brought children along the way It added grandchildren in its day It has mellowed sweet love God alone allows it God put joy behind the wrinkles God hones our patience with those who scoff God has given me LONG LIFE - old age! Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

YES THE PARTY INVITATION HAS NO EXPIRATION DATE

The invitation is open any day or night, come join the peace of it, come to my party. My party is not Republican My party is not Democrat No horrific changes take place You know all the rules; you have the book In my party, you join a family Yes, all your needs are met. Your joy is great even in sadness Our Brother David, said he had never seen our people begging bread or being shamed. The head of my Party does not lie He does not take away your rights He does not ask of you anything that will... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

IT IS SO DANG FUNNY I AM CRYING

Funny yes it is funny! Be it not funny I will cry or die. Politicians, enough already. Too many I say. Poli = many Ticts= blood sucking creatures. Enough already, I say. We are bled dry. My laughter is turning to tears! Pathetic you say! Yes, of course! Insanity is always pathetic. We are the pathetic. We are loosing the blood. We are loosing oxygen to the Nations brain. Choices: Sure, there are many! Anarchy. Deadly idea. Race War. Deadly idea. Socialism. Death to our freedom. Reach a Peace... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

SUGAH JUST PRAY, YE HEAR!

Weeds are bad in Daddy’s wheat field now He’ll likely lose most of the crop They spread through the fields like rumors in church Wind themselves ‘round the stem; choke off the heads I can hear granny and mamma talking as if it were this morning’ They’d chat ‘bout God ‘n’ stuff Mostly as they put by food for the winter Voices stuck in my head, didn’t make sense then; does now God commanded us to have no other Gods, granny said Sugah those people worshiping stuff don’t know it is idolatry, pray... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 17, 2013

WHERE ARE THEY

The sounds are loud beyond any before A mountain splits giving up her hidden water The lake it creates is flooding those homes not swallowed by the mountain’s crevice People are dead everywhere Parents have lost children Children have lost parents A neighbor has trouble too A cyclone comes kills thousands The brutal rulers refuse help They later accept help and steal it Christian charities pour in millions of dollars, food, medicines, medical and construction help Most of the aid comes from The... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

WHAT IS ICE

Ice is? What is it? Crystal. Crystal Meth. Ice is? It was Red Devil Lye. The Red Devil is dead. Still Sodium hydroxide, battery acid and amphetamine. Ice is? The elixir of insanity. The cocktail of death. Ice is? Cold. Blood chilling cold. Mothers cook meth on the stove Babies play on the floor. The air is deadly toxic. Ice is? The high of days. It eats teeth into spikes. Ages some years in months. Is Ice? What? Is Ice Satan? From Satan? It steals minds. It destroys lives. It kills! Highest use... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 14, 2013

FREEDOM IS A DELICATE POWER

Delicate chains wave to and fro Blown by the breath of God Gently in the wind they move Clink, a note, a key, a string of tones Weaves into melodies; music to my heart Sunshine plays a color symphony In the little glass beads on each chain First chain is green, then yellow, on to orange Then red, and blue followed by deep violet A rainbow ballet through my kitchen window A chipmunk scampers a cat in hot pursuit A Robin watches and a mocking bird sings Leaves flurry and rose petals flutter to the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

IT HAPPENED EVEN BEFORE I WAS BORN

THE TRINITY AT WORK Once upon a time We all know that was Longer than anyone can Remember or likely count Stuff went on then, lots of it God created the Heavens and the Earth Lucifer led an uprising took a third of The Angels and marched against God God threw the lot of them out Down to earth he tossed them They were still ugly and corrupt They made all they touched evil God is powerful He switched the poles Turning the world asunder, flooding it Freezing it into an ice age of longer than We... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

DO YOU OR HAVE YOU EVER LIVED THERE?

I did, yes I did live there for a really long time. You don’t think for one minute I let them know They could not see it anyway, peculiar thing When I closed it they could not see me I could quickly pull up those silver sides Pop together the top and pull up the ribbon Tying the gorgeous pink wired bow ah-ha They haven’t a clue I am safe and sound One day I looked around me and saw there Was no art on the walls, no music flowing, No windows, no birds singing, no soft and Billowy linen sheets... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Some Moody Picking Going On Here

There they sit, the two of them Same blood in the twos veins A musical trinity they are A father’s guitars, his sons a’ pickin’ They play and they listen Big brother picking on Clapton and Little brother, sliding on Almond Brothers Daddy in his day; oh it was Hank all the way Hey it is more than blood that makes them akin, They have a great commonality; each is the other’s friend They played; they fought and fled now both grandpas of a few Life is different now it is new like a shinny penny or... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

SKINLESS

This world has lost its skin It falls, plops and lands asunder There is no order only greed of direction The skin that held love has Disintegrated leaving no receptacles Little impartation even to wee ones The skin guarding money has been eaten Pain is the wrapper as if plain brown fits one and all Deception shines and glows in all darkness Anger is the order of the day Lying is called truth by our leaders The world is obese in corruption and It has popped its skin ©Johna moody 12/16/11 You may... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

THE FINAL INSPECTION

I did not write this and I am not a poet. I just want to share it with you. I am a Chritian because Jesus died for me. I am a free person becaus many many soldiers have been and are willing to die for me. May you learn how tobecome engulfed in both thse facts before you die. The Soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. 'Step forward now, Soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek?... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

TAX MAN COMMETH

Tax his land, Tax his bed, Tax the table, At which he's fed. Tax his tractor, Tax his mule, Teach him taxes Are the rule. Tax his work, Tax his pay, He works for peanuts anyway! Tax his cow, Tax his goat, Tax his pants, Tax his coat. Tax his ties, Tax his shirt, Tax his work, Tax his dirt. Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink, Tax him if he Tries to think. Tax his cigars, Tax his beers, If he cries Tax his tears. Tax his car, Tax his gas, Find other ways To tax his ass. Tax all he has Then let him... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

BORN A GIRL NAMED JOHN

Forgive me if I have posted this before or many times before. I don't remember. It was cold and raining. It was a March, and it was Wednesday. Mattie lay writhing in pain, trying not to cry out, but it hurt. Nobody knew the due date, weight gain was a scant twelve pounds total. Curt her loving husband of twelve years awoke and hit the floor like he had seen a bob cat. He questioned his little wife who had no answers except how it hurt, how it really hurt. He ran to the company room a fine room,... Sign in to see full entry.

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