374 Beauty

374_Beauty

There is progress being made, by making ourselves as blessed, positive, beautiful people, to stop warring minds, and to self-regulate our anxiety, and jovialness. To become as we planned, but to pinch ourselves to know we are there.

If there were a poem for this conjunction, it would go like this/

My name is Andrew

To Isabel I marry

Three babes born

I did not scorn

At a doctor’s refusal

To invite my idea

But cheer the correct answer

If the standard is to go home

My place is best

Today I got 100% in my test

I confess there is no duty like mine

In my skin I find time

For all creeds, colours, and beliefs.

For belief is the strength of an Ox

The majority fox

The Lesley in me heals

The playdough feels

The life unknown

Still cannot find a Batman phone

To call emergency

S.O.S

This planet needs me

To invigorate its soulful bliss

Just a kiss to my celebratory Sister

On her birthday

Tomorrow, I climb the rigging

To be 46

Picking up myself

Of abuse

So, leave the children alone

It is time in an age of robotic wars

To clone.

My sanctuary does not let them in

On the secret within

That I will not ardour

But barter a way out of R & R

To replace myself as a car

Into tranquility

I am in love.

Amen