~ February 11, 2018 ~
I wrote a wondrous winter poem*
‘bout winsome Olympic skaters whizzing by
Eight years onward, I won't even try
What’s happened to me? Why the malaise
Weather warming's warped my brain ~ it's mayonnaise
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*That poem is on page one of my roster of poems, near the top.
I don’t know if it happened quite yet.
The tinkering that caused the roar.
The gruff feeling in my mind.
I think it happened around that time, maybe.
The diagnosis came at a funky, furious time.
I languished and laughed.
So the year became memorable.
Not from swimming on the beach or anything.
No, not a beach.
Or anything gentle and nice.
The first year.
The year everything felt scratched up…
I do have that diagnosis now.
A nodding feeling.
I didn’t do much that summer.
In 2018.
2018.
I got torn up laughingly good.
And so that year imparted a piece of itself.
So I’m thankful.
Tensile strength bonding us,
forever friends,
holding hands, eyes heavenward,
we three are ONE,
One with the jungle,
one with the trees,
one like the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost;
Glittering green and gold,
we glow,
standing tall,
singing hallelujahs;
Feet feeling the fractured forest,
we flash fire,
we are soul sisters,
we stand together,
united,
unique,
unperturbed,
unmatched;
Blending voices in heavenly harmony,
we create country canticles,
Hush! hearken to us
celebrating celestialism!
We've found what you're searching for!
Look up!
Light linking us,
lighting us,
lifting us,
liberating us!!
In the golden savannah, where wild creatures roam,
there danced a giraffe and rhino, a sight to behold.
With grace and power, they moved to the beat,
two unlikely spirits, their rhythmic steps entwined.
The giraffe, with elegance, stretched her neck high,
her spots like constellations, reaching for the heavens.
Beside her, the rhino’s massive form swayed,
his horn pointed proudly, a symbol of his might.
They frolicked, defying nature’s divide,
an unconventional pair, their souls met.
Together, a giraffe and rhino,
their differences embraced, a harmony untold.
With each graceful step and every thunderous stomp,
they painted a picture, a dance floor in the meadows.
Their movements whispered a tale of unity,
where diversity and love danced in perfect harmony.
In the gleaming sunset, they danced until the darkness,
giraffe and rhino, a duet shining bright.
Their dance became a legend, whispered through the evergreen,
of a bond unbreakable, forged by the gentle breeze.
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I am waiting to go home
Everyone's true colors have been shown
Everyone's level, I've outgrown
Now you get paid to be a clone
White girls get paid for what she's shown
Black girl does it, she's a rat, She's a shone.
Sh*t will leave you mind-blown
My high, please don't blow mine
God says its almost showtime
Smoke profit, yea its grown time
Don't mention no sex lil boy
Baby I have no time
Cuz you losers have no spine & will switch for less than a dime
Sh*t should really be a crime
Dudes beefing for no reason and no rhyme
Why the f-boys seem to multiple?
Give em Hex, Just like ***, so alone I'll die
Alone I cry, so no one asks me why
Just cut up my arms & look up to the sky
We are the generation of the evolution
Y'all please break out your money illusion
We all moving at our value
Hearts pure- won't accept no more pollution
F**K 12, F**K School, F**K all their institutions
F**K Trump & his Russian Collusion
You "Winners" are losing --- What an illusion.
xx Gu xx 2018
The Guildhall clock chimes
Eleven times this special day,
A great silence descends as
The two minutes tick away.
On parade at the Cenotaph,
An old man among old men
(Where did the years go for
In my mind I’m young again):
Not in best battledress
Or even Regimental Blues
But I’m booted and suited
With not quite bulled shoes,
And the old drill moves come back
So i manage to get them right
But age won’t quite let me stand
To attention, back ramrod straight.
Mixed in with the younger ones we old
Men marched with swagger and pride
Through the applause of the crowds,
Who lined the streets on either side.
For each of us in our way
Have walked that special walk
And we all still today
Can talk that special talk.
With pride and emotion we accepted
From those crowds at the parade
On behalf of those long dead
Recognition of sacrifices made.
I shall not march again, this
Time I just needed to appear
To show my respect in this
One Hundredth Anniversary Year
theres something going on
I heard it on the news
they're wittering on about it
at church, while sat in the pews
Jezza has been muttering
about something stupid
His relationship with May
will not require cupid
And all that Gatwick stuff
my friend said on the phone
I didn't really listen
As she does just tend to drone
I've really had enough
the UK's a cesspit
listening to all the trash
about this blinking Brexit
So I'll kick back and rest
and have a pint of beer
Peace on earth, Good will to all,
Happy Christmas and New Year!
(c) Ian Diddams 2018
I am painted by a minor Dutch master
whose name is only known
as a Flemish squiggle.
Low clouds could evaporate
or lift the wings of varnished geese.
Wind-sails part a low-land mist.
I will send the black dog.
Pheasant and grouse fly up
each feather intense with hindsight.
This is a New Year’s Eve poem,
yet I can’t remove the Flemish windmills,
the black dog, the shotgun,
the marshy landscape.
I will roll up the old canvas,
hawk it around, barter it for some new boots.
Windmills will keep turning the sky.
Frames will keep breaking free of walls.
Clothes for the artist:
an old bush hat,
a long canvas coat,
borrowed from a gallery
of yellowing landscapes.
New brown buckled boots.
I'll go looking for red swans
in the sunrise,
though I won't call the words that.
I will splash forward following
the dog's quick nose.
you were always more
/ than enough soul and star to
/ make me wish for love
December 22/2018
Written: by Miracle Man
I'm anxious and depressed by some hurts I remember,
Bad memories always make this month no cinch.
Each year when it comes to the month of December,
I'm sure some might think I'm just an old Grinch.
I'm bombarded by phone from those with a need,
Some knock on my door thinking I surely can.
I get many letters in which charity's seem to plead,
I want to help everyone but I'm just one man.
My Prayer for 9/26/2018
By: Miracle Man
My time today, Lord, rests in your hand,
And upon your word I make my stand.
I’ll endeavor this day to do my absolute best,
Let me feel your peace and not feel stressed.
Let the things I face appear less demanding,
I know your peace passeth all understanding.
The end of 2018 is very near.
In just a matter of hours, 2019 will become the new year.
2018 was a sad year because my aunt died.
After 43 years of marriage, my uncle lost his bride.
But 2018 didn't completely suck, I've seen worse years.
In just a matter of hours, 2019 will be here.
Good bye 2018
31 Dec 2018 1:11 Pm
Good bye 2018
A year of absurdity and obscene
I am glad to see you fade
Such evil memories were made
Corruption in our government so deep and dark
Evil forces tearing us apart
Making women men and men women
Making girls boys and boys girls and affeminant
Good is called bad and evil is called good
It is right that I am not God because, destroy it all I would
i slam is being cheered
while God is being smeared
Gods word is being perverted
and morals are being inverted
Holy Father have mercy on what rightousness remains
Help them hold out until Christ returns again
Protect those who would be saved
Strengthen those whos lives are grave
You gave us a repreave in 2016
Help us make it worth it all in 2019
The sun shines down
On old Adelaide town
With the only thoughts of snow
Are on the Christmas TV shows
For we have 40 degrees
And look for our air conditioner - please
I remember those Christmas Days
That in my memory will stay
Of wrapped presents and such joy
When fun and Santa we all enjoy
And the Australian Sun
Added to our enjoyment for everyone
We sing jingle bells with no snow sleigh
When ‘Let it snow’ is not our way
Santa’s red face is not from being jolly
Look out on Christmas Eve as across the sky
Santa’s sleigh is pulled by six white boomers in his Australian fly
But our Sun and fun is for all
With family gathered at Santa’s call
No snow or darkness for us will be
The Southern Continent’s heat will ours you see
And we all remember our Hot Christmas’
When joy and happiness was for all of us.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Author Dana Redricks
December 30, 2018
Goodbye 2018 I have
learned a lot this year
I have achieved in areas
where many thought I
would fail
I have endured much pain
but I never let it steal
my joy
2018 will be a year I will
always remember hów
I bégain to grow
I owe it all to Jesus, he
deserves all the praise
He helped, and the
guided me throughout
my life and
I know he will do the
same for this upcoming year
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