Pushing The Rock Up The Hill

Pushing The Rock Up The Hill 

I declare by this aching back and sore feet

That the sweat of my brow is not so sweet

I saw Sisyphus body slam Jesus

And since then, before the final amen there was them and us

Rosa Parks, skin so dark, refused to sit at the back of the bus

Now we get jet airplanes in Dubai

And B-1 bombers a billion of pop that don’t fly

And the boulder on my shoulder is getting bolder

Every second the universe is cursed getting older

Shouldn’t we digress and express the blessing

Where in time is the crime, I stand only guessing

Inch by inch becomes a mile without a smile

Sensational darling love that poetic style

Climb, climb, climb

Rhyme, rhyme, free verse

See this all but a metaphor

But what for?

Birthday wishes for a dear Facebook friend name Bruce

Turn up the candles twist the fire of desire loose

Life is meant for the living, no excuse

We all have our moments of abuse

Dreams come true

I met her and she/he met you

Pushing the rock up the hill

And I suppose I always will

Pushing the rock up the hill

Still

You can always enjoy the view

Engraved in stone God’s will

Thou shall not kill

But heads of rock may shock

And if the hill is steep

That faithful promise they cannot keep

Don’t let that evil rock roll down

United at the zenith we collect our laurel crown

Peace, peace, be still

Pushing the rock up the hill  

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Sunrise Over Saskatchewan

Sunrise Over Saskatchewan

 

Sunrise over Saskatchewan

Where have all the good times gone?

In the past forever to last in memory

While tomorrow offers the tempting promises of eternity

With Malcolm X I demand respect

Who are you to cajole and vex?

I am free

Standing under understanding the glory of the pine tree

Water is life

To my rhythmic lovers of fantasy I am more than wife

Cut deeply oh sacred knife – cleansed by the fire’s flame

I TOO HAVE DESIRE!!!

I bear no shame

Stab into marrow and bone

I stand alone

With friends and family

I am free

 

I see the tea?

A gentle watering can appropriately green

A funky white container with flowers pretty

Ever been to New York City?

Babylon is not as pretty as a

Sunrise over Saskatchewan

Our collective innocence is gone

And this is a birthday pome?

I missed the garden have pardon

 

Let me bake you a cake

Let me be real and not fake

Let me say have a special day

For this is the anniversary of your birth

Janice Lee Dongworth

Here’s a clue

Like Jesus, I love you

But as we go on in time and fades this rhyme

Will that be true?

Cash the photoflash the moment is gone

Sunrise over Saskatchewan 

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Crimelda

 Crimelda

 

Crimelda was the fairest of the fair

A vixen with whom none could compare

Many a dark night in musing thought

My sweet Crimelda I had caught

But morning always brought despair

As my dreams vanished into air

And Crimelda whom I held so dear

Was never near

In life Crimelda had no time for me

I was an undertaker sad and lonely

My job was humble, vile and grim

And then there was of course him

The one who stole Crimelda’s heart

The one I envied longing for his part

He was Michael a handsome lad

It seemed laughter he always had

And his father was a man of money

And thus Michael captivated my honey

Time passed for it has no choice

To Crimelda I dared not raise my voice

Not even a good morning or a hello

Though I truly loved her so

And Michael adorned her with attention

In a million ways too many to mention

And Crimelda she seemed happy in life

To one day become Michael’s wife

But fate is cruel in many ways

And Crimelda was cut short in her days

The plague inflicted her soul

And festering sores took control

From rotting flesh Michael fled

And soon Crimelda was dead

There was no funeral for the lass

The village was glad for her to pass

For despite Crimelda being so dear

The sickness brought panic and fear

And I in my lonesome role

Gained Crimelda’s body in my control

At last I had gained my greatest desire

But Crimelda’s body was destined for fire

For only flames would purge the ill

But such was not my will

I played myself a clever ruse

Another corpse I did use

And thus Crimelda’s body was spared

To risk it all, yes I dared

If the whole world died I cared not

I was an outcast one forgot

So Crimelda found a home brand new

I was in heaven yes it was true

But soon hell broke its chains

The village was inflicted with pains

A baby was stillborn the color blue

Others got fevers the sickness grew

The wise doctor was humbled to a fool

But the village deserved their fate so cruel

For I was long ridiculed and mocked

When I confessed the truth how they were shocked

In a roar they arose to investigate

I was bound and gagged with utter hate

The deed was so foul they thought I lied

But the truth could not be denied

As a swarm of locusts they descended

I fathomed my time had ended

Bursting down my door they entered in

Only to hear curses full of sin

“That hell of an undertaker”

“He is one royal joker, a true faker”

And I was released to be free

For truly my house it was empty

Perplexed I wondered of their find

Had it been that I lost my mind

For Crimelda was nowhere to be seen

What in heaven’s name did it mean?

So late that night I lay on bed

Crimelda was there in my head

Lovely as in the prime of her youth

Until then I discovered the truth

I heard a knocking upon my door

In fright I stalled, but it came some more

With caution I opened the portal

To view the most wonderful soul

There Crimelda stood shining in grace

A wicked smile encompassed her face

For silent moments did she linger

Then she beckoned with a skeletal finger

I had no will I could but obey

I wanted to speak but found no word to say

We walked into the night under the moon

The cricket and owls sung an eerie tune

The two of us we made no sound

We walked together in familiar ground

Into the cemetery that I held so dear

For once it struck me with greatest fear

Together Crimelda led with no hesitation

I knew for certain our destination

It was to the tombstone that bore her name

I pondered what was my true love’s game?

At the sight of the grave our journey did cease

I read the marker saying ‘rest in peace’

Then I finally came and understood

I did evil though I meant only good

For though I loved Crimelda the best

I had deprived her of her blessed rest

For truly I should have rightfully known

That heaven would have been Crimelda’s home

In truth with saddest words I tell

In my desire I had delivered hell

But why I wondered such a long delay

And what perchance was the price to pay

For keeping one so fair from paradise

Then cold wind blew and my soul it did slice

I then understood my part

That I had truly captured Crimelda’s heart

That from a distance she loved me from far

And my broken heart burst from the scar

The wound roared and raged

On the day Crimelda and Michael were engaged

For Crimelda’s family were meek and poor

How could I not see the truth before?

She came Crimelda and planted a kiss

I felt rapture and a thrilling bliss

Darkness twirled inside of my head

And of the matter there is nothing more said

For Crimelda had inflicted her pillage

On the lonesome and wicked village

Who allowed true love to perish

For Crimelda in her last wish

Prayed a prayer that we be wed

And thus happily I joined the world of the dead

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