The field stretches out like a long, slow breath,
a quiet that feels older than the boy who sits in it.
Jamie gathers himself into a small, tight shape~
knees pulled close, arms wrapped around
as if the world is too wide
and he must hold on to the one thing he can:
his own small center.
The coonskin hat tilts slightly,
a crown of childhood myth,
suggesting wild quests, hidden forts,
kingdoms built from branches and belief.
But today, imagination rests.
Today he sits still,
a lone spark in a sea of muted gold,
caught between the urge to explore
and the instinct to retreat.
The wind moves past him
like a thought he isn’t ready to follow.
The sky leans low,
soft with a kind of listening.
And in that distance~
in the hush between boy and horizon~
Wyeth finds the truth of childhood:
how even the bravest dreamers
sometimes fold inward,
holding themselves steady
against the vastness of becoming.
Christina pauses in the grass,
letting the wind cool her skin,
and thinks,
I remember running here…
I remember the strength I had.
The house rises ahead,
familiar as her own pulse,
and she tells herself,
every board, every window
still knows my name.
Her arms brace the earth,
and she thinks,
if I can’t walk home,
I can still reach for it,
even as her legs
lie quiet beneath her.
And in the captured stillness,
I see the truth Wyeth painted:
strength is not always standing~
sometimes it is the fragile body
turning its face toward home
and choosing, again,
to try.
Disgraced Andrew Mountbatten Windsor's claim to fame
Was to bring on the royal family misery and shame
Some poor victim's accused him but he said no way
But twelve million pounds sterling for their silence he did pay .
AND DOWN GOES ANDREW
DONALD SOON IT WILL BE YOU
YOU KNOW THAT IS TRUE
Andrew Mountbatten Windsor
A name to make him wince
When he used to be a royal
Once known as the Prince
Does he have due reason
To complain and whine
In America they promote
Old friends of Epstein?
They're sending him to Norfolk
A move he doesn’t really rate
Probably living there rent free
On Bro’s Sandringham Estate.
According to the Beeb
His ex Fergie has to roam
One of the growing number
Of those looking for a home.
Will the sins of the father,
Only alleged of course,
Be visited on his daughters
An ongoing family curse.
The King was an adulterer
Which must give Andrew hope
Since he was recently in Rome
Praying publicly with the Pope.
Over in America existing
On his wit and guile
Harry’s chuffed he chose
To live his voluntary exile
Willie’s back in England
The perfect royal clone
Wondering if he’ll ever
Make it to the throne.
Has the wold turned topsy Turvey
A revolutionary new era of time
When being rich and powerful
Doesn’t grant amnesty from crime
I stand, where paths diverge,
With merry Andrew, years’ faithful surge.
The Creator’s hand, a craftsman’s embrace,
Yet dreamscapes falter, bound by time’s
Trace.
At tri-junction, like a gazelle carved in grace,
Amid ancient trees, a sanctified space,
Rooted, seeking signs yet unseen,
The road ahead-a riddle,
Serene.
Branches murmur, leaves weave lore,
Tales of renewal, of hearts once torn.
Choices beckon-left’s holds the known, paths,
Right reveals a frontier, where wild seeds
Are sown
Grandpa snored loud by the fire,
Dreaming of treats he’d admire.
He woke with a yawn,
Found the cookies all gone—
Seems the dog’s now our chief cookie buyer!
From Minneapolis Minnesota three pop female musicians were born.
LaVerne, Maxene and Patricia, known as the Andrew Sisters
They introduced the United States to Jump Blues and Calypso
I recognize some of their hits instantly when I hear them.
Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree with Anyone Else But Me.
This trio’s music was jazzy and rhythmic, it was toe-tappingly fun.
Their songs had an up tempo, preceding rock and roll
Bette Midler is someone who can still sing in their unique style.
“Art is the medium by which a person, having experienced an emotion, intentionally transmits it to others” – Leo Tolstoy
A bleak monotonous landscape,
Had been her outlook for years.
She so vehemently longed to escape.
The young woman fought back tears.
Christina’s world was internment.
Trapped in a body with muscles decaying.
Poor dear lacked discernment,
Her will to walk, her spirit not obeying.
Muscular Dystrophy restricted her being.
Crawling helplessly across the field,
The horizon beyond is all she will be seeing.
Determined to create an impenetrable shield.
To separate her from her crippling disorder.
Forcing herself daily, her bent limbs to be unfurled.
In spite of her debilitating marauder,
In pain Miss Christina Olson seeks to view the world.
Andrew Tate influencing kids
but his peers think he’s stupid
not someone you’d want to know
what is he without his doe?
Have you ever seen him smile
have a laugh or look like fun
a material Barbie boy lifestyle
is he what you want to become
The man is lacking intellect
you don’t want to be that dude
yeah the young know disrespect
but he’s always in a bad mood
You think women are for using
how’s your mum your aunt and Nan
when your sister get’s a bruising
think Andrew Tate will give a damn
Look at him, no real closely
he’s got no personality
think that’s what a man should be
a voice of verbal vanity
Tyson Fury, that’s a man
he fell down as all men can,
do you think that was part of his plan?
It’s not weak to fall, it’s tough to stand
A man can show intimidation
but real men also let it go
adapting to the situation
weakness needs bravado
Yeah we all dream of the money
but you will never make that doe
Andrew Tate’s a real world dummy
blaming FRIENDS the tv show
That video shows the man is thick
too weak to laugh now that’s tragic
show an adult that very vid
of Andrew Tate, the invalid!
Poor soldier Andrew Jackson who
Attacked the British after peace
Was signed three weeks before at Ghent.
Unnecessary bravery
Is no less admirable for that.
He waves to patrons eating their
Beignets at the Café Du Monde.
Astride a horse, saluting with
His bicorn hat, and stern of face,
He looks less menacing than if
They cast him brandishing a sword.
But who can blame his victory
(Redundant though his conquest was),
The English might have occupied
The Crescent City, New Orleans.
Between Lake Ponchatrain and Gulf
Of Mexico the land is boggy here.
Once rains would pelt Orleans and make
A flood enough for fetid pools.
Pine coffins bobbed and knocked aloud
Discouraging the patronage
Of all the working girls for weeks.
But that was long before the war.
And British and Americans
Were mostly buried on high ground.
So no unnecessary dead
Were ever disinterred by rains
And washed some parishes away
Without their names on coffin lids
To now or ever be reclaimed.
Heres a man trying to bridge, a route to sanity along a ridge'
He's being hit.' with the same old twaddle'
As his so called betters loudly squabble'
I recall a board and stick' used 2020; they must think think us thick?
That with much mod tech, and breifing easy to do)
Thise ww2 methods, we would not see through?
It shows indeed utter contempt; of humans from the 50s'
The sacrifice, that they were first targeting shiftily'
It was gain the grandparents.' pull the younger in.'
One life lost was one to many, 'yet when the nhs needs some tin?
Lives are ten a penny ' they'll take the strikes and try to trash
As today the truth runs rampant throughought the land
Its aversaries have really now lost, the countrys trust.
Then some with spine stand; on the settling dust.'
Mr Bridgnd is Just one of many ' such people would incline to heal '
But all the liars; just aren't ready to' apologise, of genocides steal'
In the (long dead narrative) they, still strive to hide.'
I doubt that many, 'will' last out this ride.?
I
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame mysteries in the sky!
II
When the world is too much with us
He sends visions, Ramanujans, Christ
III
Shakespeare had dreams, even awake
When humanity was poor in tea & cake
IV
God gives words to poets: leaves sailing -
To begin - loving a pet, sky - urge growing
with additional
Get out of Jail free cards
no wonder Harry fled
more like his mother
tried to right the wrongs
on backs of which
royality was spawned.
and when?
My view of royalty
America next
3 words
inject and disinfectant
the ultimate reject
Missed Russia at Olympics
hope they miss me
Dont you get it yet
Stop me God
nope didn't think so
Devil come on up
but bring the crown
Universe stop me from this
breath
your luck i believe your here
A man with nothing but fear
never gonna be human
until i die
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