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Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding

Pub in Yorkshire with stout and ale aplenty. 
Red faces sweating with alcohol's influence. 
Singing fine songs in reverie and ecstasy. 
Salivating at arrival of that succulent essence. 

Tender juicy slices of beef covered with gravy. 
A splendour when touched by crispy bubbling pudding. 
Roast potatoes smiling that wicked grin for tongue's activity. 
Forks and knives clatter in haste for that delight of tasty supping. 

Drowning that deliciousness with ale. 
Rhyming lyrics midst throng of patrons' happiness. 
Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding you made me hale. 
I will visit you often and celebrate tummy's warmth in merriness.

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I Won'T Obey Laws That Condemn Man

I won't be obedient,
I'll be defiant
Of laws that have no compassion.
I won't obey laws that condemn man.

A law that stops beggars begging,
So they can't eat a morsel of bread,
I'll not tolerate as I won't see them dying,
For the good won’t die but will be fed.

A law that takes most of our hard earned money
To build fancy things, I'll not tolerate,
Or that allows the politicians to be fat, rich and greedy.
I won't obey laws that condemn man.

A law that puts a man in prison,
For stealing a loaf of bread, I'll not tolerate
As he needed it to feed his family for good reason,
And the Injustice system which did this I’ll obliterate.

A law that doles out the death penalty on an alleged murderer
Is not right for he can't fight his innocence from the damn coffin,
And innocent he was as the evidence was in error.
I won't obey laws that condemn man.

A law that discriminates against others,
Because of creed, religion or colour
Is not right and politicians shouldn't wield that power,
And they’ll cower before God’s Altar.

I won't be chained or repressed.
I won't allow their cruelty and immorality
To touch me as I'm blessed by God's Caress.
I won't obey laws that condemn man.

Our poor, disabled, diseased and insane won't suffer,
As they'll be blessed by our Lord and our compassion and care.
They'll always be in the light of God's Magnificence and Power.
And they’ll adorn His Fields as they bloom in sweet flower.

A law that stops me saying what I'm saying in these lines
Is a law that stifles free speech and suffocates the spirit.
Saying kind and humanist things shouldn't be seen as rude but are fine.
I won't obey laws that condemn man.

Let them stone me, ridicule me and treat me like an imbecile,
For I'll live my life with God's Laws, not their rules.
For my mouth, I won't seal,
And my soul, they can’t steal.

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Orange

You are round and bright in your orange suit. 
Sweet and at times bitter as you are a citrus fruit. 

With painted eyes, nose and mouth you have style. 
So you can look at kids with a funny smile. 

Jugglers play ball with you as you dance around in a twist. 
Satsuma, Mandarin, and Clementine love you as you’re earnest. 

You please us with your delicious juices as sun rises. 
Vitamin C enriched so we resist disease as we drink your prize. 

Your name came from Sanskrit, an ancient Indian language. 
You’re cherished by the Chinese for thousands of years---your heritage. 

You are the colour of the morning sky of sun’s orange hue. 
You bless humanity with your flesh---always on cue. 

You’re now part of my fruit collection as you sit proudly on my kitchen table. 
Plum nudges you to roll while strawberry wants you as marmalade in this tale. 

Other fruits want to grapple with you so you can have a merry roll. 
Banana has designs on you and is trying to find your pretty mole! 

Alas that won’t be as now kids are playing ball with you
But by end of day, one of them will be black and blue.

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Fish and Chips

Fish and Chips with salt and vinegar make my mouth water. 
Mushy peas---slice of buttered bread, and I’m in heaven. 
Gobbling chirpy chips and fresh fried fish---a relish of gooey batter. 
Green peas make my heart flutter as I stutter in culinary haven. 

In Yorkshire in a fish and chip shop, I found my addiction 
To that savoury delight, which fills my belly with greasy loveliness. 
That plate gives me endless joy in my affliction. 
All anxieties dissolve midst jurisprudence and law's dizziness.

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Courtesy and Respect

Respect is never asked for. 
It's never required. 
Courtesy is not a bore. 
But it's important so we can be wired. 

Wired to create that civilised moral code and whole, 
Not a transient illusion in this age of fast cars, 
Not a worthless idea in this age of selfish goals, 
But necessary to avoid conflict and wars. 

But the evil ones care not for that. 
Care not for morality and decency. 
Their sea of deceit swamps through us so we're fat, 
With the grease of inhumanity and immorality. 

God will teach us the way. 
He'll teach us to show respect and courtesy, 
In this world where no one cares to open doors for the elderly, 
Where no one will donate a dollar for a near dead kid in a place far away. 

If the world were truly whole and infused with God's spirit, 
There'd be a difference, we'd be part of a new loving clan. 
The chaos would cease as we'd no longer be in that dark pit. 
Our unity will withstand devil's poison, heralding a new dawn for man.

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Ipad

This new technology 
Part of our essence 
Part of our physiology 
An inseparable alliance 

It wakes us up in the morning 
It tells us when and what to do 
It has 30 alarm rings 
It buzzes when money is due 

We write on it 
We plan our trips with it 
We calculate with it 
We get directions from it 

We cook with it 
It sings songs to us 
Tells us fine stories as it has wit 
Makes us perfect no need to guess 

We watch movies with it 
We play video games with it 
We play chess and cards with it 
Waste our lives with it 

Applications galore 
To entertain and make us productive 
It's all there no need to go to the video store 
Has it taken over our lives and is it destructive 

Kids now not playing sports 
not climbing trees not being active 
iPhones iPads iPods now their escort 
Will they control us with their directive

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Man Bun

My son is growing a man bun.
I don’t know how big it’ll be when he’s done.
He’s only sixteen you know and at his age it’s fun.
So I’ll just watch but if it gets too big, I’ll have to run.

My son is growing a man bun.
I don’t know how big it’ll be when he’s done.
He’s only sixteen you know and at his age it’s fun.
So I’ll just watch, but if it gets too big, I’ll have to run.

I told him to grow a man beard, a big bushy one, like mine.
But, he tells me that’s not for him as he’ll look like a bum.
What! Is he saying his dad is a bum and dumb?
Well, he’s a kid; he’ll be different when he grows into a man!

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Apple

Round with a crispy white core. 
Crunch it, taste its juicy play. 
Teeth strong and healthy, its lore. 
Apples will keep docs away. 

Play with it, throw ball, catch it. 
Use as a target to train. 
It is hard, good throw and hit. 
Swollen eye, it can give pain. 

Apple cider is best sweet. 
Cider better when it’s brewed. 
Cider moment, sways falls prat. 
Spirit juices got to his head. 

Apple crumble, sweet delight. 
Custard adorns, rich flavor. 
Moms use it to make nice treats. 
Kids gobble It in wonder. 

Apples good like wine and grape. 
Tasty like strawberry. 
Can cause pain like banana. 
It was a forbidden fruit!

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A Torn World

Dying starving kids in the streets of Calcutta. 
Lepers, faceless and worthless pieces of flesh, 
kicked and tossed in the nearest cesspool. 
Low caste Hindus hated and harried from the Ganges. 

Women raped in the streets of South Africa. 
Their bloody torn panties---flags of rapist victory. 
Tribal warfare, shooting each other for no reason. 
Mutilation and torture in their hot sweaty cells. 

Faces slashed by muggers’ knives on London tube. 
Reckless thugs on Brixton side killing to get some change. 
Beggars punched black and blue, left to rot in East End's slums. 
While politicians sing tunes of law and order at Westminster. 

Old freezing tramp seeks shelter in warm sty. 
Jailed for break and enter, slowly dying. 
Who cares, the law must be seen to do justice, 
Our judges say as they hold a minute of silence for dead soldiers! 

Let's bash these Jews and brown-black bastards in their chants of racial hatred, 
Echoing in European and American streets, kill em to preserve their purity. 
Their whiteness and Aryan image mustn't be poisoned by these animals. 
Then the killing and slicing begin in the dark corners of the metropolis. 

Fighting in Israel, the Middle East and Afghanistan is man's thrill, 
as a flood of blood soaks the war-torn lands and they smile 
at wasted lives to hail a religion and a useless cause. 
Wars created by man for fun and games but we're the pawns! 

Oh God when will the angry ravage and savage evil of man stop? 
When will our children be able to run in golden fruit scented fields? 
Drink cow’s pure milk and crunch crusty bread reaped from the land of wheat. 
When will human suffering end and life of love and peace with God prevail?

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Catching the Rain

I catch the rain, speckled-droplets of life on my skin.
The pure water that instills life in our beings, soul and kin.
I catch the rain on my face to feel the wetness
In the heat of the yellow sun---in that brightness.
I embrace the dark wet earth
As it envelops me for a moment in its warmth.

I rise with the sun; I go where the wind takes me
To far horizons of this world and others in its fury and fume.
Pondering over lush green valleys of fruit and sweetness.
Hovering with the hummingbirds
As I smell the scent of the honey-dewed mistiness.

My soul enters the deep white clouds.
I feel the fresh stream of water on my limbs.
I meditate on the moon.
As it transfixes me into their world of rapture, purity and fun.

Their world, uncorrupted by the immoral vices of men.
I drink the cup of purity in their den.
In that faraway world where our dreams begin,
And our wakefulness ends.

Dare I make an oath to God?
Dare I be one with Him, nature and the universe?
Dare I venture atop the highest mountain?
Look down at the lake of my soul and sing this verse
So I can see without my eyes.
Yet see my soul deep in that dark blue lake.

Dare I smell without my nose and feel without my skin?
Inhale the sweet scent from that lake,
Feel the cool waters of that creek,
Have a vision rich, colourful, vibrant
With hues of red, blue, green and yellow--my soul radiant.

The brightness of my union with nature and God as I swim
Diving deep into the depths of my existence without care or whim
In this time amongst the willow
As I slumber in a deep sleep on God's soft pillow.