The last bit of Summer.

O.k folks time to lighten up and think of most pleasanter things. After all our passed away loved ones would'nt want us to be all sad and morse forever. So here's a poem that I hope will lighten your mood as well as your hearts.

The Last Bit Of Summer.

Like the last squeeze of lemonade

should be savered.

Like a good piece of cake found

in the back of the fridge nice

and cool.

So the cold winter nights can

be beared as we look

back behind us.

To that last hot summer sun

and that cool green, green

grass at our backs.

That Last Bit of Summer.



(I did a correction, 4/13/17, on the word bared. Spelled it wrong. Go figure I a writer yet lately my spelling has become atrocious. So the the word bared has been changed to Beared. Why should you care? [Shrug])

Gone too soon

This poem is for anyone who has lost a loved one in the Past or Present. But mostly it's my reaction to Micheal Jackson's Passing as well as all other celebrities we will miss. I hope this poem gives people,;no matter what they do for a living, comfort.

Gone Too Soon

By M.R (A.K.A Clueuin)

Sometimes you swear whenever you hear a door slam that it's,

them just coming in the door.

You hear a song and a tear rolls down. A heart pang then you

must go on.

No matter what your mind thinks, no matter how logical, you

just can't help feel that there could have been more time.

More time, more time, more time.

You're walking down the street and swear it him/her/she/he you saw

there.

At the record store or at the mall, or at the barber shop.

Then you shake your head as you lose your mind

your heart caught in your throat.

You sit yourself down at a park bench or chair and try to calm your mind

inside your saying; "Not Fair."

Not Fair, not fair, not fair.

It doesn't matter when they go.

You just wish it wasn't so.

If loved them or hated them

or just wish you could take

back those words you said.

You're always going to say

and feel that they were

gone too soon.

More Time, more time, more time.

Not Fair, not fair, not fair.

They were

Gone too Soon.

Spritual thoughts for St. Patrick's Day and beyond.

Thank you for giving me the Spirit.
By M.A.R (A.K.A Clueuin)

You might think that I'm ungrateful for the things you've given me.
You might think that I take for granted all the blessings you've bestow.
But Lord, Creator, forgive me Ma'am ?Sir but you're wrong and the only way I can tell you so is in this poem song.

I wake up in the morning glad to have another day. Another day, another chance to change my life, to start anew.

Because of the Spirit you have implanted in me at birth I can go on. I can go on despite the troubles that come down on me and the problems that I face. You give me strength to try and achieve my goals. That is the most important thing that you have given to me.

Thank you for giving me the Spirit.
Everyday I'm near it. I feel your grace and your spirit keeps me safe and whole.

I want you to understand that though you don't always verbally hear it. I thank you for the spirit.
For grace and power every day and how, how I do thank you now.

When a Loud Black Woman Speaks, (Or Ode to a loud Black Women.)

When a Loud Black Woman Speaks, (Or Ode to a loud Black Women)
By M.A.R (A.K.A Clueuin)

I know that she seems uncouth

but you must admit the truth.

When a loud black woman speaks you

hear her.

What you learn from her lips though

you are ashamed to admit the wisdom

you can learn from her.

When a loud black Women Speaks.....

You don't as much see her coming as

You hear her coming.

Don't say you haven't been warned because

If she had told you once

She has told you twice.....

......."Don't you get me started!"

Yet do you obey and hear what she says?

No?

Then you haven't truly comprehended;

You have no understanding of the simplist of

concepts.

Some how you've lost command of your

Auditory Senses!

In other words......

Are you deaf!

When a loud black woman speaks.