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Just grab a seat on that stump lad, and I'll take centre stage,
With a yarn about a small brown donk, and a lad about your age.
And thanks much for the offer, but I'll give the beer a miss,
I've got half a cup of coffee here, and I'll be drinking this.
One afternoon, just as the sun was starting to go down,
Dad chased him on an errand, to the little shop in town.
Now this young fella blazed along, the old ute fairly flew,
About as close to the speed o' light as the four wheel drive would do.
And as he roared up a small hill, just standing past the top,
Was a jenny donk with a half grown foal, and the young lad couldn't stop.
The jenny was the closest and she took the deadly blow,
But her body saved her little one, although she'd never know.
The young lad checked the jenny out, but she'd begun the flow,
To that great green meadow in the sky, where all the donkeys go.
The foal was badly bashed up, with her hide all torn and slashed,
But her eyes were bright and she might be right...stitched up where she was gashed.
So he huffed and puffed and heaved and swore, and he got her in the back,
And he set out for the vet that lived a bit further down the track.
And the vet, he laboured mightily to save that battered foal,
And by dawn's first light after that long night, he finally reached his goal.
So young lad took the small donk home, and in the course of time,
They left the territory, for Queensland's sunny clime.
He finished up in barracks, for the company took him in,
And gave him work, down in the mine, scratchin' round for tin.
He'd seen the poincianas bloom, their crimson flowers aflame,
And so he called her 'Blossom', and that became her name.
Now the Isa's not the most thrilling place there is along the track,
So he taught young Blossom a trick or two, to help take up the slack.
To stand with forelegs on his shoulders, (gawd, that lad was game!)
And to stretch out on an empty bunk, a trick that brought her fame.
For the common ass is pretty smart, her funny looks aside,
And she soon preferred the soft-sprung bed to the cold hard dirt outside.
And though the blokes would chase her out when time had come for rest.
She'd soon sneak back through the open door to the bed she liked the best
And most of the guys didn't really mind, and felt a little quiet pride,
In this funny donk who made them laugh, but left her souvenirs outside.
Ah yes, and she had one more quirk, that I'll add to this log,
On a hot day, she'd walk up to you, and lick you, like a dog.
I guess it was a need for salt, that's found in many forms
To fill her need she found a source on miners sweaty arms.
Now the office took a new man on, and assigned him to his shift,
To start on monday morning, at the number seven lift.
And this was friday, fairly late, so with the weekend free,
He took his wad and went to town, to celebrate, you see.
So several hours later, and much the worse for wear.
This fella staggered back again, without a single care.
He managed to remove his clothes, with a lot of crashing sound,
Then held on tight with knuckles white, as the room went round and round
Eventually he fell asleep as the booze turned out his light,
And Blossom, at the same time, gave up grazing for the night.
She came on tiptoe down the room, as only donkeys can.
And gazed in silent disbelief at this new, intruding man.
Who'd taken without sanction, her comfy little bed.
And left our donk with no good place to rest her weary head.
She put her head down close to his and snuffled in his ear
Well then, perhaps a slurp or two, might bring him past the beer.
At last in desperation, she put her lips up to his ear
And loosed a mighty donkey's bray, that those in town could hear,
And followed with a lot of slurps to help her win the toss,
And ensure that he would stay alert 'till she got her point across.
Yes lad, I woke in terror, and much dismay at those
Two big brown eyes like dinner plates, and enormous roman nose.
And ears like radar dishes and a voice like a cannon's roar.
So I up, and out, and down the road, and I run for a mile or more.
So that was when I took the pledge and swore right off the grog.
And vowed that I'd spend no more nights in alcoholic fog.
And when I feel that stirring urge, I'll go out and get some grub,
And never, never, ever, chat up sheilas in a pub.
I've spent lots of nights, out on the grog, when we had got our pay,
And woke beside some dreadful dogs, come the cold gray light of day.
But let me tell you matey, no one's ever seen a sight,
Like her that woke me with a kiss, that awful friday night.
Submitted: Sunday, September 28, 2008
On a dim September morn,
My passion for you was reborn.
Like the lotus from the depths,
I felt like I had bloomed.
For the first time, in forever, I
Knew I had a soulmate! Love
True bliss...hope, promise.
Wishes do come true.
Silent, no jinx, no rushing
Forbidden union. Secret wings.
Born to both, passive lust.
You loved me, or so you said,
Until you had me in your bed.
Typical, or so you'd think,
The master of deceit.
You were embarrassed! You
Unless you were in control of
Happy to have me by your side,
As long as it was on your
Promise, promise, fairytale.
Spinning your seductive tale.
Breathing lies and fantasy.
Making me your pawn.
Lure me into your gilded web,
Notes and gestures and things
Ease me into the storyline,
Just a faceless character in
Love and trust and infatuation!
Never doubting your
Except that little voice inside...
Whispering, "too good to be
Break me, bruise me, beat me
At the hands of your precious
Once again, she was worth
more than me.
Sorry you had to loose.
By my side, or so I thought,
Laughing as I failed...and
You watched me struggle!
Watched me fall.
Convenient means to an end.
I made it. I stood. I persevered
Not exactly the same, but I
Never blamed. Never pointed.
Stuck to your plan.
At least one of us can be true.
Older, wiser, better off...
You'd think...but my heart went
Thinking you actually loved
Even a fraction of how much I
Laughs, and fights...years
Ghosts and wine and delusional
Mistaking guilt and reputation,
For a notch or two on our
Ignore me. Blame me. Twist
Taking it. Isn't that what
I'll cope. I'll apologize.
Been through this before.
How I wish your eyes weren't
And your smile...alone, what it
Making me wonder if somehow,
You'll be my first...regret.
And, that amazing night! With
the sunset and the view!
When I leaned, exactly what
naïveté can do.
My heart broke in ways that
can never mend.
Swallowing shards of gift.
Why do you insist on this
Shrapnel, from an edgeless
There's the door. Show yourself
I refuse to be less than first.
What the fuck is wrong with
I scream! I yell! But, what do I
Swoon and sway and forgive.
Ask me tomorrow.
Rise. Set. Nights go by.
Still choking down your
lie...about a lie.
I'm not stupid. Not young. Not
I can give you up - I just need
to know why?
Torn. Sick. Saddened. Afraid.
If you want her...go. What
would it change if you stayed?
I was a risk from the very start.
You're a sadist at the very core.
I can tell you, from the bottom
of my heart,
You don't always get everything
Life works in mysterious ways.
And, karma...she's a bitch.
Just remember... You left her.
There was a reason for that.
And know, I'm where your
loyalty should be at.
If that's not enough, I'll
apologize once more...
Five years you'l never get back.
Glen Campbell – A Special Person
It was September 4th, 1968 and I threw an empty suitcase into the trunk of my car, telling Joan, my daughter, that I might not be home to celebrate her birthday. She would turn 13 the following day and Wanda, my wife, had planned something special. As I dropped her off at school she had no clue as to what was in store.
Joan had become an ardent fan of a young Glen Campbell and he was due to be in town that very night for a concert. We led Joan to believe we had given up all hopes of taking her to see him since my travel plans would probably keep me out of town that night. Joan reconciled herself to the distinct possibility she would not be in attendance at his concert. She was a very understanding young lady.
When I returned home that evening, Joan was advised we would celebrate her upcoming birthday with a simple dinner out and maybe a movie. As we drove, Joan was very animated and proceeded to tell us of all the activity of the day. She didn’t pay much attention to where we were headed. Her chatter told us she wasn’t on to our plan.
Well, when we approached the Music Hall in Houston, TX Joan realized where we were and became so excited I thought she was going to faint. She shrieked with joy and showed the textbook signs of one about to see their idol. I don’t believe we had ever seen her so excited.
Wanda had managed to reserve some wonderful seats, center stage 3 rows back. We took our seats and soon were enjoying watching our daughter watch this young performer transform the audience, mostly young people, into an almost hypnotic state. We had joined Joan as fans of this young man from Arkansas. He was really putting on a great show. But something special was about to happen.
He finished the first half of his show and we sat there and listened to Joan excitedly chatter about what was taking place.
About halfway through the 2nd half Glenn pulled up a stool, sat down and asked, “Is there a Miss Joan Posey in the audience?” Joan was literally dumbfounded. We acknowledged to Glen that indeed she was here. Glen looked at here and said, “Well, tomorrow you’ll become a teenybopper. This one is for you.” He proceeded to sing “Hey, Little One” and there were probably as many tears in Dad’s eyes as in Joan’s. Her insistent question was, “How did he know?” repeated time after time.
Wanda, in her fantastic way of pulling off the impossible, had written to Glen Campbell, in care of the Music Hall, and told him of Joan’s upcoming birthday. It would mean a lot to her if he could only wish her a happy birthday. It was a long shot and he only received the letter some 2 hours before show time. Someone on his staff picked up on it and took it from there. He finished and instantly became a very special person to two proud parents. Joan became an instant VIP since almost half her class had been in attendance. It was a most memorable time and Glen Campbell will always have a special spot in our hearts…. Jake
Semi - collage dreams suddenly collapsed,
While the chill of September's dawn crept into my veins,
And the scent of the wind outside smelled with horror,
Gunshots from ak-47 disturbed the airs' silence instead
Of the sweet melodies from cock's crows,
Blood tainted streets of bombs and tanks turned the beauty
Of misty sunshine into a perpetual nightmare,
This blood soaked Monday witnessed the gruesome strangulation
Of PEACE in the land of Zamboanga Hermosa.
From the small opening of our rusty gate,
Astonished eyes stared helplessly,
Streams of naked children running away,
But deep into the wilderness where they do not know
What lies ahead of their horizons,
And they were just floating adrift on another river of bloodshed.
All around me were so many faces,
Too many unfamiliar faces,
Paled by the brutal yet senseless intrusion
Of the MNLF bandits,
Hundreds of thoughts blown away,
While the roaming savages seized women as hostages,
And prized items for ransom,
hands tied men beheaded in cold blood,
Bodies hacked into pieces by the moros' kris of greed,
Raped young girls' dignities hidden under the shadow
Of the looters' flag of death,
And the petals of the blue roses along the street of Sta. Catalina withered
Beneath the drops of blood from the innocent victims.
Crying mothers rushing everywhere,
Clueless kids over their left shoulders,
While packed clothes hanging under their right arms,
An exhausted woman with eyes filled with bitter tears,
A child on her lap asked intelligently,
Is this the war for liberation?
This war is all about a struggle for self glorification,
A conflict armed with deceptions,
An ideologically bankcrupt upheaval,
Most certainly is a self interested business.
When darkness fell,
With the full moon,
Heavy exchanges of gunfires murdered the deafening silence,
Trembling explosions tore every fiber of social justice on this broken land,
Fires everywhere razed thousand of homes into ashes,
Just like death that could steal everything from you, even your soul,
And the night sky turned into hell,
Illuminating the ugliest picture of war.
Underneath the hell of blood,
A father's eyes kept on shedding tears,
Kneeling before his burning house,
While in his arms is the dead body of his son caught in a crossfire,
Too helpless and numb,
But to curse this moronic war.
Between the burning houses across the street,
A child came out with her little teddy bear doll,
Her face lined with anxieties,
Constanly looking for her dead mother and father,
She looked inside the burning window,
Screaming the name of her sister burned alive,
But a brave army soldier took her away from the war zone,
While in his arms,
Would this war be over tomorrow?
He answered not a single word but tears,
Because he certainly knows,
As long as human greed exist,
Then war would always be the chronic disease of mankind.
(april the 27th 1994)
far too many brave compatriots died
flooding rivers of tears were cried
far too many families ripped apart
daggers cutting into their heart
the pain is felt still deep today
on this glorious sun-splashed South African Freedom Day
as we pause and remember those who do not remain with us anymore
as we appreciate the fruits that their sacrifice and struggle bore
far too many to count and to name
but we honour them all while we keep burning that eternal flame
...Oliver Reginald Tambo
just a few, but so many still nameless
who were brutally cut down
by a racist system that was merciless, and cruelly shameless
we honour you, today
but we remember you each and every day
when we breathe in the air of the freedom that you craved
as we walk the roads of a wounded but healing country that you saved
from itself, for the hate and racism and hushed prejudice of race and gender and religion and sexual persuasion and caste and creed
that you so valiantly fought against, is still with us, as it on fear and ignorance does feed
the odour of racism and hate
of white and black and jew and muslim and hindu and catholic and yellow and brown
is a living parasite that lives and thrives all across this beautiful world, from cities and villages and hamlets, to the smallest rural town
it may become a mark of shame upon us all
so we have to, today, struggle against and boldly fight
for the sacrifices of the many can never be cheapened, by the polite dinner-table murmurs of hate, try as hard as they might
for if we as a nation,
are to truly step out of the lashing cold painful rain
we have to continue your struggle
so that your supreme sacrifices may not have been in vain...
and so we say
'hamba kahle, comrades'
to you who laid your young lives down and slipped away
so that we who remain may in the sunlight and out of the rain live and breathe and stay
in a country, and in a world
where religion and gender and sexual-persuasion and all colourful hues
may mingle and love and laugh and cry together on the sun-filled avenues
so thank you, comrades, for showing us a better path that we must embark on as we shuffle onwards into a brighter tomorrow
away from the hurt of the past, and away from the tears and away from all the sorrow
for the true freedom that we seek now, is the freedom from our own racism, our own prejudices, our own sexism, our own petty hates and bottled-up anger
for therein, lies the fight ahead
for therein, lies the real and growing danger.
The Struggle Continues...
She maneuvers gracefully without fins or flippers
creating no ripples in deep blue waters
sneaking calmly upon jittery preys
and disguise herself in the middle of the day
A sudden thrust from beneath the fog
she buries herself under a leafless log
with open jaws and gigantic teeth
aiming directly at a block of meat
Drifting towards his muddy feet
abruptly a bird landed on her choppy back
scaring away her most prized prey
shouts and screams echoes from dreams
and she waits patiently the entire day
Many lessons to be learnt
many concepts to understand
but this deadly creature continues to expand
laying eggs in every corner
and breeding in every type of temperature
Silent river swells beyond the challengers might
spanning more than ten thousand meters deep
rocky mountains or dry land
no one can understand this poisonous creature's plan
Swollen lymph nodes crawl silently a shore
while thousands of optimistic hunters
drift mystically to the center
pursuing the bloodthirsty alligator
She breath venomous substance in the air
threatening countless life far and near
smiling and waiting patiently
to capture her stalwart preys
who have missed the track
and have gone astray
On the shore you are powerful and strong
but in the water you appear less than a man
maybe a sardine or a paedocypris progenetica fish
but you are on the menu for the evening dish
You have been running around seeking for answers
but turn to God your only friend and honest partner
spend time with him for a day
listen carefully to what he has to say
and he will show you the way
Exuberant vegetation in or near the water's
This is where she enjoys privacy and peace
In the early morning and daylight hours
she lies flat on her stomach
waiting for you to cross
do not intrude or surprise her
less she rip your pride apart
She lies in an open space with gigantic jaws agape
You could never tell that she is waiting for a significant prey
She camouflage and blend with the environment
drink French wine, eat ice-cream, lasagna and Kebab
enjoys family fun parks and modern entertainment
She is aggressive from March throughout September
and fires up energy from the heat of the sun
if you approach her during this time
you are bound to loose your mind
Why should she hunt for food all night?
When she can just open her mouth without a fight
she will sit there for several hours and wait for you
And without warning capture you in her sticky throat
Father gator has taught her one thing
the best way to catch her prey
is to be friend with him
you can use a bait-hook or a trip-snare trap
but she will never fall into that useless wrap
She doesn’t have to hunt all night
she can swallow you in broad daylight
raw fish and beef lungs If she gets you
You'll be done
©2013 Christine Phillips
A few months ago I went by the
cemetery where you lay
I have been meaning to stop in
but you know how life gets.
It was late September
chilly and overcast
the clouds were thick and
hung heavy above the sad oaks
like a gray sagging sheet.
The grounds were unkept
brown oak leaves collected
at the base of the headstones
that had caught them as they
flew restless on the breeze.
I parked my car and walked
up and down the silent rows
headed toward yours
and allowed memories of you
to come into the focus of my minds eye
I remember waking up one morn long ago
and my eyes wouldn't open
So I screamed and cried
I felt the tears on my checks and still my
eye would not open
then I heard your voice
then I felt you take me in your arms
then there was the warmth of your hands
as they wiped the gunk
that had collected on them
from pink eye
in the night
I tired to imagine your smile
when my eyes did open
but the only thing I could see
in my minds eye was a featureless face
Addiction only takes
leaving nothing at all
A breeze come over the cemetery then
bringing with it a chill
and I tried again to picture
you and your smile
along with it's warmth
and assurance of unending love
but I couldn't it was instead replaced
with the feeling of anger in your voice
when you called to ask me for money
one Christmas Eve a lifetime ago
I told you I didn't couldn't do it
that I didn't have it
but really I didn't believe your story
and knew what the money was for
Addiction only takes
leaving nothing at all
I was coming up to your grave
then and I thought about how you use to
make me and my friends snacks
and brought them into my room while
we played video games
So I imagined you with a small platter of odds and ends
but in my minds eye
I saw only a manikin
wearing your clothes
holding a platter
with a sad smile
on it's plastic face
Addiction only takes
leaving nothing at all
A few steps from your stone
I thought about the call
when I learned that your liver
had finally failed
not long after I got home
to find someone that looked like
yet nothing like
the woman I had known
your body failed with it.
I could clearly recall your
but when I rounded the stone
and stood in front of your plot
I was surprised by what I saw
Not long after
the day we laid you down
your stone was placed
it had read:
Debra Lynn Krage
Loving mother, Daughter, Sister. Wonderful Wife
Who will be forever missed in this life.
But that day
as I stood there
beneath that over cast sky
the words were indistinguishable
from the stone
like tears shed in rain
the last vestiges
I don't know why this surprised me
in hindsight I know well enough
that Addiction only takes
leaving in it's wake nothing
nothing at all.
Happy anniversary love.
Last year I would have never known,
That on this day we would be standing here, going 1 year & 5 months strong.
For you I will cross the oceans.
Together we could sail the sea.
I would climb the highest mountain.
If it determined that we would remain as "we".
I love you is worth more than a thousand words.
With each syllable you speak it slowly takes my breath away.
Mesmerized by your thoughts.
Your eyes, my eyes, we caught.
I reminisce about that September day.
Lovely, my love, you are.
Caring to me, you should stay.
My love, to you I give.
God would not have it any other way.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Your beauty, love, it shines so bright.
Internal beauty, a beautiful heart,
Has guided this girl towards an angels light.
Yes, you are my angel.
With me through smiles & tears.
More than love, but a true friendship,
Will glue us together for continuous years.
But that doesn't mean that the bond holding us together isn't tight.
Thinking of you,
The words continue to flow,
Straight into the sea under the moonlight skies.
There, I lay with my soulmate.
As he wipe away the tears from my eyes.
But this time, pain is different.
I shed my tears of joy.
I think about everything going good for me.
From our wedding, to you holding our newborn baby boy.
There is so much to live for.
When I say so much, yes I mean you.
You're my hero.
My angel that has never flew.
I don't want you to rush & gain your wings,
Because that means no more time we could spend.
I thank you for everything you have ever done for me.
Including this broken heart that you helped to mend.
Beams of sun rays shine on me.
Reminding me of the sunshine that I call my own.
Dark clouds soon rest above me,
When I think about how I have done him so wrong.
I admit my faults.
I just hope that you could forgive.
Without you how could I remain peaceful?
Without you how could I live?
I need you to be my guidance.
An angel to show me how I am weak.
Help guide me, hold my hand.
Teach me to prevent the tears from starting to leak.
I pour out my heart & soul.
With you, I expect the same.
We had each others back.
Loved one another.
Before learning each others name.
I really do love you.
I need you to understand that my words are true.
Know in your heart that I care.
I cherish my angel.
Forever into eternity I will remain in love with you.
Smile for me my love.
Plenty of x's & o's.
My head could not stop love.
Because you are who my heart chose.
The month of perfection has come for the sons and daughters of zion to possess their possession,
with the understanding that September is a month like no other month to remember in the history of histories for those who believe in the word of the lord.
The month of fulfilment has come for the children and people of God to possess and inherit the land whereon their feet have trodden upon,
with the knowledge that September is a month like no other month to remember in the season of seasons for God's promises to be fulfilled in the lives of those that wait upon him.
The month of harvest has come for the righteous and faithful people of God to reap and enjoy the fruit of their labour,
with the awareness that September is a month like no other month to remember in the memory of memories for those who believe that the land is bountifully ripe for harvest and truely plentious for conquest.
The month of liberation has come for the captives in captivity to become captains of the captors in the land of captivity,
knowing that the Captain of captians have ascended on high and led captivity captive.
The month of visitation has come for the windows and doors of heaven to open unto them that are expectant of Divine favour, blessings and visitation,
knowing that the presence and power of God is presently present to present to those who are presently present, presents that are presents from above.
The month of dominion has come for the diligent and dedicated David's and Deborah's of this generation to dominate and have dominion over the nobles among the people and forces of the earth,
knowing that God have given us power and authority over the earth to dominate and have dominion over the high and the mighty.
The month of establishment has come for the prudent and pure ones in heart to see God undertaking and establishing his promises in their lives,
with the understanding that God is not unfaithful to forget all our labour and works of righteousness and service to his kingdom.
The month of manifestation has come for the sons and daughters of zion to be Divinely empowered for the manifestation of God's glory on earth,
with the knowledge that the earth and all that dwell in it is the lord's and the fullness thereof.
The month of rememberance has come for the book of rememberance to be opened for the obedient and commited ones to be celebrated by heaven,
with the awareness that God have separated the month of September to remember those that serve and call upon him with a pure heart.
This is September to Remember.
Pastor Warren’s church in Orange County, Unity of Tustin too
There’s hardly anyone not affected; it’s sad but it’s true
Bottom lines are red, tithes & love offerings are lower
More people out of work, homes in foreclosure
Spending is dropping, business is slower.
Statistics say on average 34.5% of every dollar earned
pays for interest on debt. Is that true?
What if it’s more? What if it’s less?
Whatever the difference, that’s surely a lot
When you think what it costs you to have what you got.
What if that interest could be diverted, transformed
to fund your kids’ education, your retirement
community resources & relief
for those out of work or losing their homes
It can be done with technology available now
Put to use in a way not thought of before
I have an idea and I’m writing it down
We’ll create an annex to churches
much like is already done
with bookstores & day care & special events
It would house a credit union providing micro loans
teach entrepreneurship, financial solutions, education & more
We’ll have an internet café with alive water & foods
A venue for learning & networking & exploring strategies anew
We’ll find new ways to earn, to live, to spend & to save
In this place where we’ll gather to nurture, to nourish, to share & to have
Robert Kiyosaki of Rich Dad, Poor Dad lore
Said that the rich learn to network, the rest of us learn to look for a job
And when the jobs disappear
As they have this past year
Do we just throw up our hands & cry
What’s there to do? Oh me, oh my!
The Dalai Lama in September said
The world will be saved by the western woman
Which woman? you ask. Could it be me? Is he referring to you?
I’m the center of my universe; you’re the center of yours
Can I save my world? Will you claim the power to save yours?
Water, Wellness, Wisdom and Wealth
An annex to churches
A model for living in today’s chaotic world
A solution whose time has come
Funded by interest currently paid to the bank
I’ll show you how, you’ll have UFirst to thank
It isn’t alchemy or magic; it’s just purely math
When you see how it works, you’ll probably laugh
And when we organize and network, we’ll create new revenue
For the churches, the community, for me and for you
By coming together, our world’s losses will end
We’ll be a force to contend with, our limitations transcend
Be a part of the solution
at From Debt To Equity dot com
We are in charge of our destiny
Let’s make this a Breakthrough Year
…and do this thing