melissaahowells
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my life has been a parade
passing me by there it goes again here I go again straining in the crowd craning my neck trying to see when I am much too short and so is life the sky is talking today but not loud enough it should have rained a long time ago the soreness in my throat the dryness of the leaves the parched grass are all testament to a thirsty earth I am thirsty as the earth I wish it would rain and Noah's ark would come the shrew woman upstairs has got to be the boss of me and my life she wrote me a letter to inform me I can't go around no more and be feeding those birds NO MORE and especially not that baby crow that fell far out of the tree and nearly died...for they are pestilence and if'n if I continue with this nonsense I will be evicted for no cause she has her nose so far up everything and everywhere its a wonder she can breathe and she calls herself a missionary's wife and a fine upstanding Christian woman, phew! Jesus would have had a talk with her. He would've said: "Woman, you ain't got no feeling. (that's actually me talking as the voice of Jesus, I admit.) Woman, go and sin no mo'. For it be a sin not to open your heart." "Lord, Lord, I say unto you... cause there is no prayer for it in me the world is filled to the brim with folks who ain't got no feelings... it makes me feel real lonesome and powerful overwhelmed sometimes." is this why I feel I'm stuck on the wrong end of the parade... trying to see one instead of be one? Copyright August 13, 2014 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author All stories, rants, ideas, poetry and prose are the legal property of this writer. Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World (copyrighted) Vote for this poem |
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