Wagon Wheels

 Wagon Wheels © Donna Rae Lands

They are the wagon wheels in her mixer mind…

They travel and oscillate as the highest find…

Viewed and pursued for her form of lissajous…

Waves that encircle as her golden muse…

Back and forth sent as her nightmares of abuse…

They are the wagon wheels in her mixer mind…

Measured as a wavelength of the wavy kind…

They travel and oscillate as the highest find…

Novas so high in the sky are destined to infuse…

Viewed and pursued for her form of lissajous…

The event horizon has no end for her to know…

Waves that encircle as her golden muse…

All to betide her secret side of the midnight show…

Back and forth sent as her nightmares of abuse…

Auras collapse for the magnetic flow…

The star gazers knew of Betelgeuse anew…

Novas so high in the sky are destined to infuse…

Truly the air waves in all the news of the blues…

The event horizon has no end for her to know…

They are the wagon wheels in her mixer mind of show…

 

Twenty Four hours

 Twenty four hours © Donna Rae Lands 

Live each day as your last…

Remember twenty-four hours goes by mighty fast…

Life is not easy…

 

Sometimes the days even make you queasy…

Do as much as you can of what’s at hand…

Live each day as your last…

 

Count your lucky stars…

Wherever you are…

Life is not easy…

 

Life is too short to abort…

Regret and yet doesn’t go very far…

Live each day as your last…

 

Be kind and good…

Do unto others as a loving spirit should…

Life is not easy…

 

Your life of freedom is yours to live…

Sharing and caring is yours to give…

Live each day as your last…

 

Give many kisses and lots of hugs…

Leave out your snarls and your smugs…

Live each day as your last…

Remember twenty four hours goes by mighty fast…

 

 

 

Today';s tomorrow

 Today’s tomorrow © Donna Rae Lands

Today’s tomorrow is full of sorrow…

Come one-come all…

Their brick wall is destined to fall…

 

Do we dash or save our cash?

Here, there, and everywhere,  people are running, running scared…

Today’s tomorrow is full of sorrow…

 

Credit is given and credit is borrowed…

We saw the culling of the call…

Their brick wall is destined to fall…

 

Many are dying and many are sick…

Only the Communists were in on this trick…

Today’s tomorrow is full of sorrow…

 

The schools and stores are all closed…

All the poor people are being hosed…

Their brick wall is destined to fall…

 

Homes became their final jails…

Desperation became their final fails…

Today’s tomorrow is full of sorrow…

Their brick wall is destined to fall…

 

Christmas Blue

 Christmas Blue © Donna Rae Lands 

It’s another Christmas blue without you.

Don’t be sad for our Christmas song.

I’m with Jesus and have been all along.

We have our time for Christmas cheer.

 

It’s another Christmas blue without you.

Be happy and drink some happy tears.

I may be here or I may be gone.

Don’t be sad for our Christmas song.

 

It’s another Christmas blue without you.

Don’t cha see the angels on the tree?

They are sweet kisses from the angel in me.

We have our time for Christmas cheer.

 

I love you with my whole heart, my dear.

I wink at you from heavenly stars.

I am close and never very far.

Don’t be sad for our Christmas song.

 

I’m with Jesus and have been all along.

It’s another Christmas blue without you.

We have given gifts for our love to endear.

We have our time for Christmas cheer.

 

It is love for all that are here and everywhere.

It’s another Christmas blue without you.

Pray all day long with nothing wrong.

Don’t be sad for our Christmas song.

 

From eternity to destiny, do you not hear?

I am standing peacefully ever so near.

It’s another Christmas blue without you.

I am with Jesus and have been all along.

Don’t be sad for our Christmas song. 

 

To Be

 To be © Donna Rae Lands

To be who you are destined to be…

It is you and not necessarily thee…

Visions at times can be our signs of poetic rhymes…

 

You can throw your hat in…

You can write things of goodness where you have been…

To be who you are destined to be…

 

There is healing in peace…

Our starry skies of midnight eyes never cease…

Visions at times can be our signs of poetic rhymes…

 

We as friends walk hand in hand…

Noone should be the forgotten man…

To be who you are destined to be…

 

Our journey may be tough…

Our curves may be a little rough…

Visions at times can be our signs of poetic rhymes…

 

Be strong and brave…

Many lives can be saved…

To be who you are destined to be…

Visions at times you see are the poetic rhymes.

The Good Senator

The Good Senator © Donna Rae Lands 

Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…

Hot as hell-never learns…

Communism was his hee-haw song…

Oh my, whatever could go wrong?

Let me see in my crystal ball of make-believe…

Sanders, tis the man with his gulag plans…

No rights for the peasant Walmart man…

Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…

Hot as hell-never learns…

Money was the root and his desire drive…

Selfish is he…and riches were his honey hive…

Sanders went to Moscow to marry his bride…

Power drove him to side with his donkey hide…

Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…

Hot as hell-never learns…

All he wants to do is take away freedoms from me and you…

Charity was never in his heart of blue…

One percent was all his pocket could depart…

He worked all his life for naught…

Because he was always government rot…

He can no longer make love to his wife…

He would rather stab his fellowman with his kirpan knife…

Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…

Hot as hell-never learns…

His desire is evil power because deep down he’s just a pansy coward…

Everything that Bernie said…was that of the burning bed…

He had garlic breath disguised as mint…

It was just a cover to chase away his secret lover of stinky scent…

He had big dreams to make you crème…

Really it was his secret scheme…

He is the rapist…the rapist of mean…

Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…

Hot as hell-never learns…

He hates one and all…

So heed the call…of his hate to cause America to fall…

Don’t trust that guy…

For all your freedom will fail and die

Justice delayed is justice denied…

Bernie is a dead soul walker…

And a blind man talker…

He smiles at you with his heart of Jew…

He comes as a demon on his hunters pursue…

Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…

Hot as hell-never learns…

The Mockingbird

 The Mockingbird © Donna Rae Lands 

The mockingbird was created for their fake and take…

Fighting their war was all about discord and their epee sword…

They steal your mind from behind their CIA shrines…

Their training cause was their coupe de’ grace…

 

Their Mockingbird fooled the people-one and all…

We took the bait of hate as their trick…for our great fall…

The media is owned by only six….

It was always for their psychological fix…

 

The mockingbird and paperclip were their secrets of stab…

Double seven of heaven hidden in their LSD lab of cab…

Planting ideas for food of thought…

Hypnotizing our brains of rot and taking the souls that were bought…

 

The mockingbird sells the babies souls…

Worshipping their demons of old whilst playing all their evil roles…

Mk Ultra was hidden deep…

Feeding us false narratives of the creep and the cheap…

 

The mockingbirds are channeling their spells…

Feeding and seeding visions of programming tales…

Coming from the Hollywood of trust or bust…

They use the gatekeepers to always control us…

  

The mockingbirds teach and reach all the masses…

They raped the sheep like bees stuck in molasses…

Only through Jesus can you be safe and know true love…

Open your heart to God almighty from above…

 

The mockingbirds made fools out of you and I…

They are the liars of deny but yet they try…

Never give up your victor’s cup…

Lead yourself away from them for they don’t care about your soul in the end!

Amen.

 

The tub painted black

 The tub painted black © Donna Rae Lands 

It wasn’t this or that-just the tub painted black…

Calling for peace on a two way track…

Healing comes in hopes and prayers…

 

Loving God in all thy cares…

Giving life to the crown and all around…

It wasn’t this or that-just the tub painted black…

 

Why this life of Job?

And not the many colors of the painted robe…

Healing comes in hopes and prayers…

 

Life is always a risk if you dare…

Granting love with the ones you want to share…

It wasn’t this or that-just the tub painted black…

 

Acts of kindness do indeed go far…

We wonder who we are when inspiration sets the bar…

Healing comes in hopes and prayers…

 

Life is too short to be left behind…

Traveling up the mountaintops looking for his glory sign…

It wasn’t this or that-just the tub painted black…

Healing comes in hopes and prayers…

 

This awful storm will pass

 This awful storm will pass © Donna Rae Lands 

This awful storm will quickly pass…

Let us not cast our lots into the trash…

Our warming sun will shine once more…

 

Help where you can for your neighborhood store…

No earthquake ever lasts…

This awful storm will quickly pass…

 

Don’t cave, stay brave and we’ll ride out this tidal wave…

Most have good souls down deep in their core…

Our warming sun will shine once more…

 

Take only what you need…

This is not the time for guilty greed…

This awful storm will quickly pass…

 

Make cleanliness your ultimate task…

This is not a fairytale or social lore…

Our warming sun will shine once more…

 

We must unite in our fight to make it right…

Quit reaching for the floor…

This awful storm will quickly pass…

Our warming sun will shine once more…

 

 

 

Tis that time

 Tis that time © Donna Rae Lands 

Whatever they say, tis that time to pray…

Honor thy love by seeking God above…

Their virus of fire twas man’s desire…

 

Measure of courage paid by our dime…

Living and dying is not a crime…

Whatever they say, tis that time to pray…

 

This battle is great indeed…

Communists and liberals spread their seed of make believe…

Their virus of fire twas man’s desire…

 

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction…

If you please, it’s about Chinese and bat wing’s cheese…

Whatever they say, tis that time to pray…

 

Originated their date with sickness fate…

Viral Infections Disease can survive even under freeze…

Their virus of fire twas man’s desire…

 

Many were becoming the big city's criers…

Madmen of grim had nothing in their lab of sin…

Whatever they say, tis that time to pray…

Their virus of fire twas man’s desire…

 

Tick Tock

 Tick Tock © Donna Rae Lands 

The debt clock…

Tick tock- tick tock…

Our time and freedom are taken away...

Dollar by dollar everyday…

We become just a number…

All the while we sleep and slumber…

Orb of destruction coming o'near...

Seek to know, understand and hear…

Open the "book”, seek and look…

It’s all very clear…

All for money and all for the smear…

The debt clock…

Tick tock- tick tock…

Honor is no more…

Sold as silver to the whore…

Dignity and legacy in all their fame…

Reflection in their ego's name…

Innocence killed and life denied…

The day our freedom died…

 Dedicated to all my neighbors near, far and wherever you are.

 

Fork in the road

 Fork in the road © Donna Rae Lands

 We decide which direction we choose.

We all come to the "Fork in the Road".

 We must turn; maybe we go left and end up in Decision Valley.

 Do you stop and go back or do you dredge up to Hesitation Hill?

 Some do go back to "The fork of the Road", while others keep falling down hesitation hill and keep staying on hesitation hill. And some go no further than Decision Valley.

Some that returned to the "Fork in the Road" may realize that there are no more turns....But what of those that initially had taken the "Right" turn in the first place?

 That turn would have led you to Vision Valley and Happy Hill.

 When traveling up Happy Hill eventually you will reach the top. You are awakened to realize when you look back… you were always you...

 The sun shines down upon that "Fork in the Road" and the right decision has no regrets

 

The moral is we all come to the "Fork of the Road" so deciding "Well" determines which turn you make and how you feel at its final stop and destination, which we all come to!

 

The wise ole owl

 The wise owl © Donna R. Lands 

The wise ole owl of western flight...

Rests by day-flies by night...

Seeking his prey-wisdom naught...

Made mistakes-souls always sought...

Winter calls after his long summer trot...

The wise ole owl of glowing west...

Visions of all the dying rest...

He praised their plans-none ever caught...

Seeking his prey-wisdom naught...

He spreads his wings-five feet long...

Time tested as he sings his midnight song...

The wise ole owl of western flight...

Truly a sight...twas the bending light...

Chased his soul... of stories untold...trying to be caught...

Seeking his prey-wisdom naught...

No heroes of deepest fright...

The wise ole owl of western flight...

Sold the soul of his temple rot...

Seeking his prey-wisdom not...

The Stockyard Inn

 The Stockyard Inn © Donna Rae Lands

 

See ya later honey, at the Stockyard Inn…

Funny it will be our pleasure sin…

Your bunny will go bopping and shopping around the dance floor bends…

Your blue eyes captured my heart…

It was only the beginning and only the start…

Across the table our souls did indeed connect…

No worries I am at your ball, call and loving beck…

It was September 22^nd or there about, I reckon…

We decided to go dancing, but it wasn’t a date…

It was always going to be Dutch nasty-first rate…

Country dancing will be our pleasure sin…

See ya honey, at the Stockyard inn…

Your bunny will go bopping and shopping around the dance floor bends…

You came in your Rayon silky shirt…

I came in my sexy leather skirt…

I touched your shoulder as my very first move…

You thought it was a pass ever so smooth…

I must confess to all the rest it was truly just this Lucky Lady’s test…

Country dancing will be our pleasure sin…

See ya later honey, at the Stockyard inn…

Your bunny will go bopping and shopping around the dance floor bends…

When the night is done…

We’ll have a little fun just a little past one…

After the show, out to breakfast we shall go…

Order us up some bacon, eggs and food…

Our laughter and company will surely set the mood…

No kisses or hugs on this very first date…

Remember darling this is going Dutch nasty-first rate…

Country dancing will be our pleasure sin…

See ya later honey, at the Stockyard inn…

Your bunny will go bopping and shopping around the dance floor bends…