Valentine’s Day is just a gimmick
It could be me as I’m a cynic
Partners shouldn’t be treated nice on one day of the year
That relationship would be critical and severe
Should show appreciation all year round
Everyday, every week like your interwound
Show and voice your love
Not annually going beyond and above
A small token of appreciation is more than enough
Filling their heart with kind words and stuff
Treat your lover with affection every day
Your heart on a sleeve to avoid the decay
It’s nice you are filling the pockets of a shop owner
Once a year is not enough to keep her
Coins made of chocolate, in a string bag
Bought for myself in case my spirits sag
But little can knock my good cheer off its feet
So, those chocolate coins are my own secret treat
I buy them to decorate my Christmas tree
But soon comprehend that the grand-kids would see
The one selfish gift that I buy annually
Those coins made of chocolate… I buy… just for me
In all other ways there’s a shirt on my back
That I would give you if you’ve taken some flak
If my kind demeanour has one little crack
It’s those chocolate coins in that little string sack
It’s not like I hide my treats in a locked room
With a sign saying, “Keep Out, or Meet Thy Own Doom”
But those chocolate coins, when I stash them away
Fall behind things not used since some long ago day
So now, here I sit, and Christmas is gone
I gaze at the TV at whatever’s on
And then I recall that my chocolate gift
Merely needs ‘peeling’ to give me a lift
The grand-kids are gone and the wife is in bed
“Go get your choccies,” the sneak in me said
And now I sit here facing one of life’s fails
I cannot eat foil… but I just clipped my nails!
your chances of being attacked by a shark are three million to one
so dive into those dark waters,
confidently, and without fear
swim with happy abandon
Unless you are near the Indian Ocean
the great whites there dine on forty people annually
we need a truck I tell my man
dumpster, shovel, and garbage can
to haul what? he asks suspiciously
proof positive that he knows me
I like to haul, it is what I do
tossing debris like one old left shoe
annually throwing away mood stamps out my brain
better bring a huge dump truck and maybe a crane
Don’t tell me change is impossible.
I’ve done the math.
3,000 people.
$10 a week.
That’s $30,000 every week.
Invest it wisely, even at 3.25%.
That amounts to $1.6 million per year.
Enough to start a small business annually.
Enough to buy homes outright.
Enough to give dignity without debt.
And if thousands of groups did this?
Poverty wouldn’t need handouts.
Governments wouldn’t bleed through welfare.
Education, health, pensions—they’d thrive on the dividends of collective care.
I don’t care if you follow this.
Just don’t complain when you didn’t try.
This is how we fight unemployment.
Not with blame—
But with unity.
Not with pity—
But with the possibility.
The greatest gift you can give a child
Is a career that lasts a lifetime
Wages provide money to feed your family
creating employment worldwide
would overcome both poverty and starvation
creating independence with employment
lets everybody thrive
If every working person that could invest ten dollars per week
Invested in groups creating employment for the unemployed
You could create better lives for everyone
My prison is a place known all to well.
It brings joy to some and holds terror for most.
The air becomes heavy as I am forced to listen,
and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was declared treason.
the opportunities keep on getting cooler,
but the techniques that are used have always been quite peculiar.
I begin to ponder if it’s indirect torture,
taking its course gradually over time.
I wish that I could resurrect my euphoria,
even so, I have to return annually and I have no choice but to keep this
nostalgia.
All I can think about upon entering those gates is my downfall.
In spite of that, all I want to hear at the end of the year is a drumroll.
I’m well aware that it’s true and good for me,
however, it doesn’t hold a good tune,
Oh how I wish it could have been a better melody.
Do we really need a holiday to say i love you
Do we really need a date to do the things we do
Spend money on a gift anytime of the year
Do we really need the fourth of July to relax and have a beer
Valentine's Day is here so you express your love
Any day is priceless when it comes to kisses and hugs
Mothers day should be everyday not just a day in May
Call her or send a card and express your love in different ways
I guess the month of June is a set time for your father
If this is the only time you cherish your parents why even bother
Parents spend time with their kids and give out candy most feen
Is that the only close time you spend because its Halloween
Lets not talk about Christmas because Christ isn't getting the gifts
If its about him why complain, keep receipts and have misfits
Thanksgiving is a meal that shouldn't be done annually but every week
So without holidays it seems family time would be bleak.
Since I was a tot the world has gone to pot.
When I was a lad it wasn't all that bad,
And when I was a teen it was somewhere in between,
But now that I'm a man,
I feel I must do what I can
To add some humor, grace, and beauty to the stew.
Of course, my work alone will not
Ease all the turmoil in the pot,
So I'm aiming this appeal at all of you.
Join me in a "Piece Crusade",
And let's write poetry that's made
To touch an adverse heart
And soothe hostility.
For though our faiths and cultures differ,
That's no excuse for us to suffer
From the ignorance and fear
Of intolerance and war,
So come and be a Poet for Peace with me.
Author's note: September 21 is annually celebrated as the International Day of Peace, but, really now, folks, is only one day a year enough? We don't have to make the world peaceful, it is/was to begin with. We just have to learn not to disturb things. And anyway, it's not the world that's the problem, it's the people in it. The story goes, I believe, that God created Man on the sixth day…and there went the neighborhood.
"the Tom Woody tree"
apparently a perennial
annually coming back
pseudonyms of him
though i don't know
misunderstand
misunderstood
could be
would be
but
not
me
but
them
and
him
Anabel Hernández García is a Mexican journalist and author, known for her investigative journalism of Mexican drug trafficking and into the alleged collusion between US government officials and drug lords.She has also written about slave labor, sexual exploitation,and abuse of government power.She won the Golden Pen of Freedom Award 2012,which is presented annually by the World Association of Newspapers and News Publishers.
I had a step-father who a classified genius
He was a science teacher and member of the Audubon Society
He earned teacher of the state award at one point
He brought wildlife from the outside into his classroom
We would run into past students of his many places we went
He knew every bird, plant, flower, tree, fish, reptile, amphibian and more
He knew Biology, Astronomy, Chemistry, and more
We traveled the United States annually and a sabbatical to Central America
We collected wildlife for his classroom and study
We learned science constantly and had a museum in the shed
I was taught about nature throughout my life, so it was instilled in me
I looked at the world through nature every single day
I wrote about nature, I lived with nature, I love nature
I write this, because now, there is a crisis with nature tainted and harmed
Killed by chemicals that will be an ongoing crisis for a long time
By people who carelessly burned chemicals, knowing they would be dioxins
I cannot accept or adjust to this horrific catastrophe in my mind
Although, I am glad he is no longer here, to see this disastrous crisis!
Heidi Sands
2/24/23
Seasonal batons on planet earth are what they are.
Their 'meets' are annually, and they like to compete.
They have lots of freedom, but are well coached.
All four of them are united in their 'events'.
Each one has special roles to meet their goal.
They are from the same stock but each is unique.
She may wet you, wind you, or even hurricane you,
but all things being equal, Autumn is my kind of season.
082522PS
Eternal God loves each and every one of us
Life is a gift from Eternal God
There are estimated 50 million Abortion Liberty worldwide annually
It is done to free the unborn from problems, misfortunes, dilemmas, adversities
*
Of all unplanned pregnancies, more abort than give birth (47% abort vs. 40% give birth).
Everybody make mistakes
We are just humans
We are not perfect
*
A child passed every second
That’s okay
That’s life
Why don’t we just help rather than talking
*
Abortion Liberty women are at risk
It is okay with Eternal God
He told the baby angel
The babies are safe in heaven
*
Assist Women in Abortion Liberty
To have a wonderful outcome
Being at peace with everyone
Tomorrow we will see the beautiful sunrise
*
Let all of us get along
Think what Eternal God wants
Development of human being
About Abortion Liberty came to end
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date:4272022 @ 1:08pm
Source: (MCS) mycatholicsource.com
I
The inventor of chess was asked by his King in India: what payment will u take for this game?
Only a single grain of wheat doubling for the next square, and the next ... Until the last square in the chessboard. The king lost his throne and sanity. The 64 square earned Chess Inventor 18.5 quintillion grains of wheat. So what?
II
Today's production of wheat has not reached 18.5 quintillion grains annually. We are 2,000 times shy of that wealth earned in wheat by Chess Inventor
III
The Inflation theory of the universe wants us to believe it expanded exponentially, too, in the first nanosecond after the big bang (but to 90 times the speck that apparently got Bang!D)
Nobody from my hey-day
good enough to play
in today's NBA
That's what they all say
I say that's because now it's 'all work'
a 'day-at-the-office' mentality, like a clerk
but with multi-millionaire salaries and perks
based on individual stats, instead of unselfish teamwork
Time to pay a small fortune to see
a Chicago Bulls victory
Five tall, newly wealthy men
Running around a court
in $10,000 shirts shoes and shorts
______________________________________________
NBA stands for National Basketball Association, America's
top professional league. The Chicago Bulls are one of
the teams in the league. The average player's salary today
is in the neighborhood of $6.5 million per year. In the early
1960's the average salary was about $15,000 annually.
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