I wonder if you exist
I’ve looked for you all my life
Even though there’s this voice in my head that insist
The signs seem to point to no afterlife.

There is so many interpretations of who you are.
Sometimes I ask myself, how can the bible be right?
How can someone that follows Jesus Christ, and is a hypocrite go to heaven,
And an honest working man be in hell because he was born in India?

he ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.

Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air,
A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer.
A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play,
Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day.

for CHINUA
A star among stars
The big tree has fallen
But nature I blame
For such a blunder
words are tiny
to paint your relevance in my mind.
death has only played his part
but your path is immortal

I know you look down
Up there
Your footprint still draws breath
Yesterday your legacy I saw
your inspirations, your insights.
Concocted on us
The one I cherish, “Poetry”
Okigbo.
is it "Things fall Apart"
that one a global boom

Greatest threat right now
Mistakes leaders disavow
Creating new row

Electrical tape drools on the camera,
and only through a music box

are you half the blue noir
phantom baby—the Mattoid, Mutant in
the Lava Lamp and Madame Choule

are going at it. Slurping, the donkey
crank, a C-Note, Mattoid’s dirty fingernails

on the phonograph; a baby coffin
with a bone picked. The sampler bottle

shattered in Oriental origami, noiseless
as a blue impatient spider on the cusp of….

“Childhood only exists”
“While its innocence lives”
“In time, it is stripped away”
“By what, our invidious reasoning gives” WIZDUMBs by JA 223

When I was very young, some years before my teens
Before those wild ambitions, invaded all my dreams

I was naive, yet unafraid; my life was filled with awe
I ran and played, unperturbed, exploring things I saw

exo

determination in a circulatory
a temperature use that function
but in some forms an other or
dust or reaction as an edit - we edit else
children
we edit like bare bones old rug
contact
do not contact or contact other-wise or
call upon or eat in rest in shade with a wise oak/gum/maple/birch/cider/pine/elk/bow/fibre
oak as fibre or birch in gum so as to eke out
this violent airtime touch of dust in moment

All your poetry is
ULTRA
modern
mine will be like
garlanded ancient

so I will bask
in my last month's
Stan's BLOGS
HON MENTION
and
see progress of younger generation

youth and younger ones
must take over
and
release us to relay
in the red wagon's
as in olden times
oldies did also play
ere their progeny
did them finally lay
Just pray!

Enjoy Loved's mental
zig-saw play
Red wagon is likely to come
now any day!

He said she was fierce
Too intense, too deep
As if that was a bad thing
As if it was her fault
Why ignite fire
when you can't dance with her flames?
You didn't know?
That she is the sun
Why come closer if you had no intention to burn?

I was like a man in emergency
Loging for attention in urgency
When neopoet came so suddenly
Accepting and caring for me as an Excellency

And this is from neopoet presidency
We are looking poet will can make a sample
So that they can Be in this temple
As our apple

For u to be the apple u must have a mentor
Who is a creator
Who can use words as a sector

Remember in anything u do brothers and sisters
Always remember that you are somebody
Because my God know didn't take time to make a nobody