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This is for my home girl who shared with me her excitement when she met him; her joy when she said she loved him; her angst when she suspected him; her pain when he left her...with a sad love song to sing. Her morning has come in like the greeting of the sun, and he weeping now is done,done, done.
 
The musical legend of the good pu$$y serenade...
Like a recording
Keeps my  mind playing memories of love we once made
Humming tunes and melodies of songs you made my goody sing
Sade in the background crooning my feelings for you, "Your Love is King!"
I remember how you moaned and said "Damn girl your stuff is good!"
I remember screaming so loud, they still know your name in my hood
My lovespot holds the memory of your fingerprints baby
How you started with your fingertips driving me crazy
Then you let your tongue take over, and you drove a sista wild
But you strapped up for the finale...we weren't trying to make a child...
How the second time you hit, I just couldn't stop cumming
How when you touched me there again, like guitar strings strumming
How you started slow and built up all the tension in my loins
Like the energizer bunny, you kept going, and going, and going
Now it's all just a memory, like a song I once heard played
And instead of the future you promised, I just simply got laid
And my phone you used to blow up , is now on the hook like dead
And the love I thought you felt for me was only in my head
And the love poems you once wrote to me are past their faded glory
And the words you used to read to me were just another story
So lets put our cards on the table and just call a spade a spade
How your lies destroyed the legend of my good pu$$y serenade
By Robminx
Copyright 2010

January 6, (J-6)

J-6 for me, an emotional mix.
Murphy's flaunting his law, with it's dirty tricks.
What to do? What is done? And what needs a fix?
Make beds, wash clothes, cook dinner by six.
Muscle up for the fight, when life throws it's licks.
I'm drowsy as heck, and my work isn't done.
Is it the allergy pill? Shucks I only took one!
My minds in a fog. What a terrible fix.
Ah these are the woes for me on J-6
Yet I'm thanking You Lord, for these so LITE afflictions
As I'm pressing on, with determined conviction
And I'm praising You Lord with a shout and a clap
But I'll finish my chores, after I take a nap!!! ;-0

by Robminx © 2010
www.robminx.wordpress.com

January 5, (J-5)

J-5 brings more of the usual jive
I rejoice today in being alive
Despite the challenges lurking to leap
I press to my bosom and promise to keep
God’s word hid within my heart.

By Robminx © 2010
www.robminx.wordpress.com

January 4, (J-4)

J-4 gives more possibilities to explore
More time to plan, to accomplish the chores
To set off the action to my satisfaction
To see my dreams realized.
I’ve studied the ‘Haves’ who were once ‘Have-nots’
The ones who have banished from their lives stuff that ‘rots’
The ‘Stuff’ that healthy souls weren’t meant to bear
Like bitterness, anger and worldly cares
The ‘Haves’ strategize and plan ahead
They don’t sit back and live in dread
For the thing that you fear will fall on your head
Like bricks from a house of worry.
So I’m making my plans, and seeing them through
Preparing my hands for what they must do
To pick up my pen filled with manna and love
To help shift your focus to Who reigns above.
God gives you the strength for what lies ahead
Take caution and care for the words you have said
Will reflect in your life like a mirror.
Speak life to your soul, speak life to your dreams
Choose well your words, whenever it seems
Life’s circumstance is just too mean
To conquer.
Your words have the power to set the pace
To give you the strength to run your race
They can prop up your spirit, when it leans to the side
Be the wind in your back and smooth out your stride
As you run.
Learn to speak God’s word, and don’t be annoyed
God’s words will never return to Him void
The promise is real with concession
Proclaim your desires, profess your confession
You WILL see whatever your mouth does say,
One day.

By Robminx © 2010
www.robminx.wordpress.com

January 3, (J-3)

J-3 brings a plea for courage and strength
That I won’t fall short, but will reach the length
Of the lofty heights that my mind can’t conceive
God prepared it for me, so I must believe
That He Who has begun a good work in me
Shall see it to completion.
So I’ll brave the winds of the great unknown
Step out on faith to take hold of and own
What God’s shown to me
In visions and dreams
I stand not alone for I have been redeemed
By my Kinsman, my LOVE, the Holy One of Israel
The Lion of the tribe of Judah
No other one with God’s sovereignty
Not Mohammad, nor Krishna, or Buddha
But the one who knew me before I was born
The One who keeps filled my blessed horn…
Of plenty.
SELAH.
by Robminx © 2010
www.robminx.wordpress.com