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This beautiful inspirational poem is dedicated to a patient, who I promised I would write it for. Thank goodness, he held on. This is my solemn vow to you with my Chess Broad, words of life in
general. From my monarch to your frail kingdom…with a dash of sugar of course.

Submitted: April 22, 2018

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Submitted: April 22, 2018




Hollow be thy name

Thy kingdom come they will be done

On earth, as it is in Heaven

Time of remembrance in life’s rebirth

A joyous breath celebrated in mirth

Life is like a Chess board, as I say

Enemies attacking with cutting tenderness only to slay


Thy kingdom come they will be done

Rook moves to cast the first stone, space has been won

Misinterpretation on a higher religious scale

Minds wandering as malicious intend dwells in hell

Black pieces white pieces, have moved them all

As a nurse, hands of deliverance as your kingdom falls

You can do it, dammit breathe

Too much to live for, from my eyes, as I see

Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, health, as well as pain

Monarchs, Kingdoms, Royal Courts never lasts, six feet under invitation, and now no more Reign


These are the words one lives by

Even for lost souls who imagine everyone else, is after them with whys

Shouldering their own vanity with blind eyes

Taste and feel the beauty, one should, and one ought

No time in life to entertain assuming thoughts

For a private eulogy as promised to a soul grasping for air on my watch

Tick tock chess board in life has been rocked

One more day given, frail, but God has turned the key to lock


Yesterday, so many lives hung in the balance of life or death

Fame, Money Gold, it did not matter to their sense of wealth

So many people kneeling in the Chapel on knees

Does it really make you less grand, if you never say please

Grandeur with words that tease

Never throw stones

Lips saying one thing, mentality tends to come on strong

In life, never allow them to see you sweat

Bow in grace, aim your arrow when distress has been met


Trouble waters for some have been stirred

To my patient, for your life, your fate has been Heavenly deterred

How am I doing nurse

Quite frankly to assume, one would say mentally disturbed

Low standards in life not to comprehend tactful words, some would say, totally absurd

Breathe to live, is how Kemy’s creed rolls

For the wicked one who thinks they have a glories soul

For the world, lives hanging in the balance wishing to live in peace

Not ready to give up their earthy lease


The last breath of life determines who you would meet

If your soul is wicked, darkness you shall greet

Therefore, play, laugh, live, and embrace to love, but never assume

It only dulls your limelight, increases your values of self-mental gloom and doom

As the saying goes, when you assume you make an ass, out yourself

When all is said and done, no one to stand for you, will be the only one groundless to soar and earthly left


I hope you like your poem Mr. J.J (name privately protected)


Love and Hugs,


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