hitler to Rommel
How north Africa to win?
Two batt of Aussies one NZ.'
A shattered heart; tears spilling like rain
No one would ignite the flames of my desire
To this, I swore an oath to never love again
until the kiss of a friend, kindled in me a fire
His touch was not expected, but felt so right
He quoted poems of Byron and then his own
Poetry 'neath the stars, I fell in love that night
I gave myself eagerly; my heart did condone
We walked along the shore, clasping our hands
He pulled me close, then we began to explore
A time of awakening was not among my plans
I quivered in his arms, wanting so much more
My oath was then rescinded, but I'm not at fault
I'll blame it on the moon, the glimmer of stars,
and passionate kisses that unlocked the vault
to rid my wounded heart of its jagged scars
~ Inspired by Katie Melua's 'I'll Blame it on the Moon,'
written by Mike Batt.
I'm falling and I know it.
Yet I see the one's below me.
And I say I have to help them
when no-one can say that each be.
Where the only thing in common
is a ground been pulled beneath.
Where no-one has seen the help sign
and the others batt bequeath.
Her thoughts bled from her fingertips
In the form of ink, they created art
She churned her words in sync to the beat
Taking music from the pain in her heart
Woven words roll down her face
Saturating the canvas beneath
Adorning her sorrows with delicate lace
Lovely strokes from a brush of grief
She was filling the shoes of her destiny
By opening her heart and letting loose the parts
For all the world to see
She knew not why her eyes did cry
She couldn't define her purpose
But she didn't want her tears to dry
It would defeat their very service
So all of her fears and all of her tears
Filled the cracks that turned to streams
Ending the drought for her many peers
Giving peace and reason to dream
Then one day she realized
That she, too, had life inside
She had not been forgotten
Or left behind
She was very much alive
It wasn't too late to start today
Every journey, at some point, began
She didn't sport an expiration date
Branded upon her hand
Just like that, at the drop of a hat
Her pity party quickly ceased
Ditching the bench, she went to batt
Her self worth, soon increased
Cheph111 NINETEEN
Cheph111 NINETEEN
NINETEEN
The hemorrhoid belt is approaching us NOW the IOLA was so smart she was
clucking her tongue and annoying even Android1OneCharlaX7 the ASTEROID
belt is overtaking the ship said MarYlin the captain.
Stokker Lieutenant Stokker was now the co-pilot in charge of navigation. The
crew was short one person mabe they could pick up a miner at the diner on
Asteroid 3456227 shhhhhhhh it was a surprise for the MarYlin she could never
guess it in a zillion. The falcon yerd lady was on the asteroid 3456227 waiting for
STOKKER to arrange her transfer to the shuttle beam. She kept the diner clean
for when the miner eat. There was only one miner now left in the asteroid belt the
man was quite insane he had been homeless far too long his flower memory
was almost gone but still he sang a song of six pennies found.
NEXT BATT TIME SAME BATT CANAL gentle reader ewe moo cow.
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