Well, there is someone for me now-
I thought as I bought him home from the pet-shop,
My boy had left me last week,
Now I have him to kiss my cheek
Ah! What a company!
I took him in my lap,
And showed him my house's little map,
Which I had made for the rose now faded,
Which was seen by the Fresh Rose whose company greatly to me aided.
I named him Abel,
By hugging whom I could now sleep-well,
I forgot all about my past,
For he loved me truly- Without looking for beauty, creed or caste.
Yet one day when he was hungry,
He bit my newly-purchased skirt's hem-being now violent and angry,
When I pulled it back,
He tried to bite me as well- I was now taken aback!
Then did I sadly realize,
That Gold cannot be replaced just by painting your favorite object Yellow,
I then went to my room and closed the door,
For I realized my folly and did not expect from him favors anymore!
Momma loves you
Aunty loves you
Uncle loves you
Grandma's at work or Bingo
Papas with Grandma
EVERYONE LOVES YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHI YAZHII
Why would Bearer of Abel
Be acting like Full Rebel,
Laughing at Nation’s Anthem
In songs killing its Rhythm?
A lot of smear on her rubbed
While trying to have her snubbed;
Already gone a long way
To from her break clean away;
Smug in a nice chair cushion
But drowning in her ocean!
Now, Scary Revolution.
That breastfeeds Dissolution:
Easily The Emergent
A child soldier insurgent …
Really, we have an Abel
Disgracing The First Abel.
At first, it was like a fable
That a strung-up cable
Would be perfectly able
To remain stable
As far as a far-off table
But this, magically, did
The openness of a pot without lid …
And The Doubting his shame hid,
Still Abel’s companion did him bid
Not to walk away like a kid
For having walked into rules gamblers heed
First surrendering The Five thousand agreed …
But-Alas! –Careless Abel
Was not able.
He lied
He’d died!
Alan Abel faked his death and an obituary was published in the New York Times on 2nd January 1980, On January 3, 1980, he held a press conference and said "reports of my demise have been grossly exaggerated".
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ABEL TASMAN - DIARY 1642
Long since we left the quay,
My glass has scanned the astral dome.
Bright though these stars may be,
They are not the stars of home.
5 January 2020
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NOTE The Dutchman Abel Tasman discovered Tasmania, New Zealand, and Fiji.
Abel, the armored lancer, was a shameless adulterer not able
to give up for an hour the company of beautiful Anabel;
" I'm allowed to court anyone! " he squeaked out aloud,
" Why must an adulteress be cursed, to me it's superstitious!
I prefer sensual Anabel! She never denies my desires!
I won't bow and crawl! No angry Pope can make me cow!"
" I am joining the Crusaders and take Anabel with me,
in Jerusalem I will announce my bethrothal to her;
ah, my gracious wife Mary, you won't be so merry!
If they arrest me, a bale of jewel will guarantee my bail!"
And if the infidels kill me, " Anabel, send a message to my beloved Mary:
" I ask to be forgiven, not forgotten...I was very unfaithful to you;
in every battle I saw your devoted face so tearful, it was terrible...
I am too troubled and traumatized by this guilt which will bring me death."
SOME ARE UNABLE TO LISTEN TO ABEL
One would have to be on dope
to believe where ther's life there is hope"
that which I maintain was proved by Abel and Cain
and I say where thereis life there is pain
I tried to tell the woman I never came to touch
But she thought my beliefs were far too much
I tried to teach her to feel with her heart rather than her hand
But the pretty lady just couldn't understand
The closest I got was when she said maybe
When I said to the lovely listen to me baby
I felt her uneasiness from two feet away
And perhaps that is why she wouldn't believe in what I had to say
All this man ever wanted was to edify the uneducated
And about all the hopes and dreams, that by life, are truncated
With life comes aches and discomfort difficult to endure
And where there is life there is too often never a cure
There is no treatment for a broken spirit and heart
Especially for those whose life is falling apart
Where there is life there is disease, depression and disdain
And if you don't believe me read about Abel and Cain
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SOME ARE UNABLE TO LISTEN TO ABEL
One would have to be a dope
to believe “where there’s life there is hope
that which I maintain was proved by Abel and Cain
and I say where there’s life there is pain
I tried to tell the woman I never came to touch
But she thought my beliefs were far too much
I tried to teach her to feel with her heart rather than her hand
But the pretty lady just couldn’t understand
The closest I got was when she said “maybe”
When I said to the lovely “listen to me baby
I felt her uneasiness from two feet away
And perhaps that is why she wouldn’t believe in what I had to say
All this man ever wanted was to edify the uneducated
And about all the hopes and dreams, that by life, are truncated
With life comes aches and discomfort difficult to endure
And where there is life there is too often never a cure
There is no treatment for a broken spirit and heart
Especially for those whose life is falling apart
Where there is life there is disease, depression and disdain
And if you don’t believe me read about Abel and Cain
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When Abel gave his baby lambs to God, they were accepted.
But when Cain gave God some vegetables, they were rejected.
Cain was jealous so he grabbed a rock and beat poor Abel to death.
He tried to hide it from God but God knew that Abel had taken his final breath.
God banished Cain from the land and he was cursed.
God put a mark on him that said if anybody harmed him, they'd get seven times
worse.
Poor Abel must have been really scared as he was dying.
When a man kills his own brother, it's truly terrifying.