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Refused red rinds, Refreshed ribbon rules, Roasted retching reporters, Reduced repeating roles, Relaxed redundantly regrettably! Roy Richard May 2023
Tag: poetry
You Stand in The Pulpit
You Stand in The PulpitYou stand in the pulpit,Shoulders back, chest puffed out,As if an animal seeking to impress a mate,Accusations flying along with the spittle from your mouth.You make vague references to a promise of love,Yet only judgment and damnation are heard.You bastardize a Gospel of love and acceptance,In order to humiliate your flock.Christ… Read More You Stand in The Pulpit
Mary Barah
In 2021 Mary Barah made bank,29.1 million dollars in compensation.But the ‘rats’ on the line?They averaged $134,000 dollars,That’s 217 times more.Who is worth that kind of money?How can she justify accepting that?GM was built on the backs of the ‘rats’,Not her fancy degrees.Each contract year GM cries foul,Claim they struggle to turn a profit,Want cuts… Read More Mary Barah
The DNA Mish Mash
I unfortunately don’t have the exact data concerning the first part of this, my sister Sula had all the info. She always thought that the Richard line went back to Edward Richards (1678 Manchester, Lancashire, England – 1755 Hampstead, Carroll, Maryland, USA) but she didn’t have enough proof for her to believe it. She was… Read More The DNA Mish Mash
Went Out for Smokes
He went for smokes, He never came back. At first, they were concerned, But no one was harmed. After a few weeks, Plus, maybe a couple of days, In was like he never existed. No harm, no foul, just freedom. Roy Richard March 2023
To My Two Santas by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
You have both asked me what I would like for Christmas. The following is the list. It is long and would require years to fulfill but it can’t be bought with money, It will require a special blessing to achieve.I would like some magical miracle to bring our family closer together that way we once… Read More To My Two Santas by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Mothers by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Some mothers are short – some are quite small – Some are quite plumb – others quite tall.But there is one thing they share from the start –A tremendous love that comes straight from the heart.Once they were small like you “wee – ones” here –They cuddle their dolls – and held them so dear.The… Read More Mothers by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Prejudice
Prejudice: an irrational attitude of hostility directed against an individual, a group, a race, or their supposed characteristics.Prejudice is all around us,It has not left our presence,It still rears its ugly head,In our world todayYou’re black,You’re brownYou’re yellow,Get out of here.You’re a female,You’re a trans,You’re a handicap,I have no time for you.You’re different,Not the same,My… Read More Prejudice
West Side Coney by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
The West Side Coney’s hard to beat –For chattin’ and good things to eat.It’s very much the modern way –Yet takes me back to yesterday.And none of us could ask for more –That remembers the ole time country store.There’s always someone droppin’ in –And strangers soon become a friend.That we don’t go far, can never… Read More West Side Coney by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Thinking of Mother by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
On a hillside in the Ozarks, under skies much like ours here –Lies a lovely dark haired lady – she is one I love so dear,How my heart does ache with longing – just to touch her auburn hair.Just to hear her joyful laughter – as once it filled the air.How her eyes could speak… Read More Thinking of Mother by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Ramblings of an Old Coot 