So many things we talk about
So many things we share
Confide in you I do, no doubt
To you my self is bare
I grant to you all access
Step into my world
And learn the things that make me tick
The deepest me unfurled
When Sunday came, with strong footwear,
warmed by the words of Bolton’s mayor,
from Halliwell to Smithills Moor,
we followed those who walked before,
and fought for access, just and fair.
Anticipation everywhere,
one thousand hopes that filled the air,
in celebration of outdoors,
when Sunday came.
On Winter Hill, together there,
still talking of a fight to share,
this treasured land of mine and yours,
places, spaces, we might explore,
with rights to roam and breathe clean air,
when Sunday came.
Prepare
Stretch
Then lift
Dumbells and Barbells
Up and Down
Focus and Concentrate
Let a Personal Trainer illustrate
Pain and Gain
Results will show and remain
The mirror will show the proof through the efforts
Your clothes might become loose
Body Chemistry in effect
The better you
Exercise in follow through
This is what pumping iron is all about
You probably doubt
Pumping iron will work it out.
Technology rage
That's all my free time gone
The teacher won't believe me
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Grandson and Grandad composition
Hail to women survivors who loved bad men
My mom died before 60, because of them
Hail, hail to nineteenth century girls & women!
Poor food, poor sanitation, male domination
My mom had just a grade 2 education
In rich South Africa, lost one of her children
Dharma was 2, Dr. Naidoo gave a flu injection
God mended her heart with dear grandchildren
Didn't know love, loved the marriage institution
These days we've gone the other direction
God is Love; The bible rarely uses that blanket
Beware Words of love-light, out of context:
Jesus's self-designstions include light (Not love)
John's Gospel and John's Epistles prove the above
I am the Light (8:12); Before Abraham was, I Am
John again, 8:58. He added, "Men love darkness"
John 3:19 ... The Way, Truth, Life (14:6) hear the quote?
No they excuse lust, suck love as from cow, pig, goat ...
Sitting in the middle of the road
Surrounded by the cyclone of traffic
Whirring in opposite directions
Windows closed, eyes front, minions
Mindful of the presence of one
Misguided middle of the roader
Unable to understand the
Urgency of either side
John G. Lawless
©12/17/2021
In this era of Covid scare,
Where human interactions are so rare.
Much time on gadgets to spare,
Poor patients’ plight, no one to care.
Poverty, illiteracy & poor health care,
These issues need to be addressed fair & square.
Diabetes, a problem, leaving no organ to spare,
Asking for urgent,united efforts, so that ‘it gets rare’.
It’s the physician’s commitment, compassion & care.
That the patients feel at home & their worries are
no-where !
Screening for glucose control & if diabetes complications are there.
Giving them more time & attention, should be our everyday affair.
No matter, brittle is diabetes with many a sequelae out there ?
Folks with diabetes,need encouragement, confidence & optimal care.
There is always a silver lining in dark clouds everywhere.
To our patients we resolve, trying easy access to diabetes care.
For the past few years
It says me always
‘Access denied’
But, I don’t care
As many untold passwords
Remain still in my side
9/16/2021
Bite size poem no.21 contest
https://www.facebook.com/jns.artsandimages/posts/2168629693196511
Here is access to my poem.
James Horn
What we will possess
access to all assesses
about obsesses
what we have possessed
access to what is assessed
have often abscessed
by a thing passes
ate pancakes with much molasses
now passing gasses
Docile Apostle Who Became Hostile
did know of docile
Trump won was told by apostle
We became hostel
When I bent over your cheeks
I felt collapsed inside
Looking into your features
Your face was sealike
And my heart is shedding tears
Drop by drop
Little by little
Changing the look of the frills
And before circles are complete
I settled myself by you
As I might be..
Poem by/ Hassan Mohammed Al-Emrany
Egypt, Minia, Bani Omran
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using your email address
my poetry mess
Jim Horn
On one knee he held up the ring and popped the question
"will you marry me?"... more as a plea than a suggestion
holding his breath he scrutinized her facial expression.
A smile lit up her angelic face, as she shouted yes
and unlocking her heart granted him exclusive access
for her unbridled joy was impossible to suppress.
(Poetic Triplet Tercets)
09, 30, 2019
(Poetic Triplet Tercets)
Brevity Poetry Contest No More Than Six Lines
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
E-xceptional
V-erse
E-xcellently
L-ets
Y-our
N-ame
G-ive
A-ccess
T-o
M-ankind
I-n
N-iceness
Topic: Birthday of Evelyn Gatmin (March 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
With No Computer Access Horn Haiku
This is true for you,
That I have written about,
You can read today.
Had been a few days,
With no computer access;
Miss it in a mess.
Jim Horn
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