It's my nephew's birthday
Kendrick by name to be precise
I feel excited and rejuvenated
His birth ignited my burning desire
Awakening my soul
Shifting my perspectives
Shedding old beliefs
He turned 1 year old today.
I admires his attributes
He smiles so bright
Naturally endowed with creativities
I wow and bow
"Whenever I watch his activities"
He's happy and optimistic
A wondrous baby, wunderkind I think.
He's differ but special, very unique.
Even at a very tender age,
He does and give what none can't
Get to know him and you'll see it's true
Wishing him a magnificent birthday
I pray his days on earth be glorious just as he's.
Happy womb escape day my amiable and affable nephew.
In the old city of St. John's,
in the older neighborhoods,
there are haunted houses...
residences with revenants...
apartments with apparitions...
even schools with spectres;
and there is one edifice with an eidolon
that I know well:
a softhearted shadow
very benevolent,
not at all maleficent.
It is supposedly the ghost of a child
who passed many years before;
a tale from days of yore
not well-known in local folklore.
This ghost is known to close
latches, doors and windows,
as if the occupants are being told
"Please keep out the damp and cold!" -
a phenomenon inexplicable
by a force completely invisible.
Some years ago, I observed this first-hand
and I'm sure I did not fully understand,
but I quickly deduced that it would be most
polite to say "Thank you" to the ghost -
a sudden burst of intuition
to please and placate this amiable apparition!
I want to be her memories
That last *** taste
The truth upon the liars lips
The gentle disgrace
Dementia's knowing face
Each tear to nothing
i return
Darkness sheltered in my shadow
She makes me gentle and tender
And so hard to explain
No trickery in her game
The forgiveness of my shame
The guilt that feels no pain
I return
back to black
until you call my name
Trump Loving and Amiable
Trump does like being available and amiable;
While we know he is willing and will be able;
State of shock;
Terror on block,
Who must keep both elbows off of the table.
Jim Horn
Please re-gift this poem to someone who means nothing at all to you,
Send it along with no best wishes to no one liable to sue.
It’s just a note in passing and it means nothing at all you see,
It’s only intended to be a message so they can hear from me.
It comes with no ulterior motives or agendas that are hidden,
Only a dose of frank indifference; all mean thoughts are forbidden.
We always send sweet thoughts along to the ones that we’re connected,
And for those that we just can’t stand, careful words have been selected.
But we always neglect the ones that have no aspects of our life to share,
So send this poem to them so that they can see just how little it is you care.