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.

My love affair with food- Poetry to feed the mind when you can't feed the belly.

The food in front of me

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

With all my soul I do enjoy the meager feast before my eyes.

In the privacy of my dinning table, I tucker in as much as I am able.

The food in front of me is my total focus. From the Green of the beans to the roasted chicken. The rice, the beans, the pork, the shrimp, I enjoy whatever is on my plate.

The smells I smell add to my senses of taste and sometime feel. The crisp of the skin on my fried chicken and the smush of the fries in my mouth. These feeling I feel are judged probably to emotional but think of this before your judge. When last you had a good meal eating your favorite thing in the world, did you give rhyme or thought or reason for the ecstasy in eyes you rolled; at some tasty tidbit that you were eating? Did you give a damn if you be judged?

The food in front of me is for eating, no matter what dietary issues I have. Whenever I'm hungry and have money for the spending, the food I eat is in my control.

And ahh the deserts, the snacks for repleting my fading feeling of being full. The cakes, the ice cream, the chocolate I'd be needing as I fill my mouth my sighs are uncontrolled. Then when it ends I'm full and contented. No matter how guilty I'm made to feel in the end. I've had my fill and satisfied I'm sleeping. To wake tomorrow to begin again.

The food in front of me.

Real Stavation

by M.A.R

I think I know when my belly rolls

and I feel as if I haven't eaten for days

that I know what true stravation is

but truth be known I have not a clue.

Real Stravation

is when stealing

becomes an option.

Real Starvation

is when torn

between paying

your mortgage

and feeding your

children, you choose

feeding your children

everytime!

Real Starvation is

when you think in months

instead of hours about

the last time you ate a

good meal. Hell the last

time you ate.

Real starvation is a mother

crying in the night at a dying

baby whom she couldn't feed

the day before.

Standing on line at the fast

food counter, mumbling

to yourself for the line to

move as you wait for your

Meal Combo is not.....

Real Starvation.

Sorry folks but those are the facts. But if your really starving here in this city are a list of food banks you can go to or contact:

http://www.worldhungeryear.org/nhc_data/nhc_02.asp

http://www.worldhungeryear.org/nhc_data/nhc_02.asp

With those two, you can type in your city and a list will appear that will give you address to these food organizations.

Good luck.

And for all others please donate to your local food bank. Some really starving people would appreciate it.

Peace,
Clueuin

Looking Forward to the Morning Light.

Looking forward to the morning light.

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

First day for the rest of my life.
Looking forward to the morning light.

First step was the hardest part.
Looking forward to the morning light.

First time in a long while that I've look
forward to a new day dawning.
First time I've understood Sting's song;
'Brand New Day".
First time I go to bed looking forward to
tomorrow and not think; 'why I'm I still
here.?'

Looking forward to the morning light,
stretching and yawning with a smile on
my face. The world is a wonderful place.
I hope it lasts, I hope it lasts.

Looking forward to the morning light.


(Wrote this because I think I've finally
triumph over the red tape over at a certain
place I can't name because I don't need people
judging me right now. But I hope this poem inspires
someone who's had too many bad days. C.U.I)

My Wellspring's Flow

This Edifice So Strong
By M. R (A.K.A Clueuin)
I look upon this building with foundation so firm.
I ask myself will it stand?

This edifice so strong, standing tall. Forever rebuilding
Upon it’s foundation. Only time will tell if it will stand
the test of time.

The winds of time and change are so strong. Will this edifice
to love and strength stand firm or bend?
Firm like an unmoving mountain or Bend like a willow tree.
Can this edifice do both? Only time will tell.

This edifice so strong, stand tall. Forever rebuilding up it’s
Foundation. Will I find it still standing in the future?
Only time can tell.

This Edifice so Strong.