His eyes always change moods.
I like when his mood is me.
His eyes give him away.
Never subtle to my prying eyes.
Otherwise, they are fixed
upon the business at hand.
In my hands, his eyes rise.
We arise to suit our mood.
It is a moot fact, that we eye
one another in our birthday suits.
Pursuit of chestnutty eyes, over.
He’s done for. I’m over the moon.
Success can been measured, that is true.
I treasure our nation. Let's say adieu
to the drift of a crude body politic
rudely ticked off at the loss of their "pick".
So obvious, fervor's flame is being fanned.
I welcome government business at hand -
how to run a country and make it grand.
...illegal immigration has been banned
...alien criminals arrested and canned
...manufacture returned to our land
...waste and abuse reduced by demand
...leader and cabinet taking command
...economic recovery carefully planned
...international reconciliation we understand
When I was a girl it seemed time took much longer,
To pass by and let me be older not younger.
It seemed all the good things were far in the future,
And I feared in the waiting I'd slip into a stupor.
I was too young for most things and too old for the rest.
I was stuck in the middle, an unwanted guest,
Searching in vain for the place I belonged,
Awaiting my prince to come sing me his song;
Sweep me up in his arms and then whisk me away,
To a life filled with gladness as fairy tales say;
But life is no fairy tale, it's business at hand.
If you want to survive then get with the plan.
We have to grow up, take the bull by the horns,
For life's what you make it, you have been forewarned.
My life s much better in some ways it seems,
Though I must admit it's not like my dreams.
I've learned from experience when less than enchanted,
I'm happier when trying to bloom where I'm planted.
When I was a girl it seemed time took much longer,
To pass by and let me be older not younger.
It seemed all the good things were far in the future,
And I feared in the waiting I'd slip into a stupor.
I was too young for most things and too old for the rest.
I was stuck in the middle, an unwanted guest;
Searching in vain for the place I belonged;
Awaiting my prince to come sing me his song,
Sweep me up in his arms and then whisk me away,
To a life filled with gladness as fairytales say;
But life is no fairytale it's business at hand,
If you want to survive then get with the plan.
We have to grow up, take the bull by the horns;
For life's what you make it, you have been forewarned.
My life is much better in some ways it seems.
Though I must admit it's not like my dreams.
I've learned from experience when less than enchanted,
I'm happier when trying to bloom where I'm planted.
I walk up the promenade franked by the flowers
Seas of Marigolds with Alyssum waves
An ocean of daffodils and a bluebell wood too
Manicured lawns and beautiful trees
A cafe selling ice cream and afternoon teas
I walk through a hidden glade that leads to the zoo
rabbits and Guinea pigs and a parrot or two
Mums pushing prams and dads playing games
The lake as a bridge which is an honour to cross
named after soldiers who fought in a war
and now to the business at hand !
poaching the lake and feeding the swans .
comp enter 14/02/2016 , new to the site if the form wrong someone tell me please.
The park in question is Crewe given to the town by the railway company,in its hey day coach trips would be arranged from other towns that is many years ago , The bridge over the lake is called the Burma star bridge , and no fishing allowed so a game of cat and mouse with the park wardens . cheers
At every meeting
behind every podium
I stand
when I have the floor
And times when I don't
I stutter before I speak
Only slightly, for I have control
No one sees the shadow that crosses my face
I swallow down the desire to speak the truth
It isn't any of their business
I get to the business at hand
Stifling my desire
It has ruined me
Made me into what I am
At the end of every day
Behind my front door
I bow down
I lay on the floor
I drink
I drink to my loss
I loose control
And slip into the shadow
I smile and whisper the words
"My name is Bill and I am an alcoholic"
CHEPH111Chapter8Teen:
Leaving Mars to the STARS
The MIMIC was soon dead and the real ramp lowered for our crew to board the:
Amaryllis Two. Charlax7Android1 was soon busy at the damper board.
MarYlin Mist was on the pilots couch strapping down her loose anatomy parts.
Stokker was next to her watching her every piloting move. He was learning how to
fly this thing to be an added asset to the guest list. The Matron IOLA was soon
engrossed in the business at hand FRENCH toast. The Hydrogen engine was
noise. The important water pipes the UTUBES stretching out of sight near the
edges of the walls kept them all on edge and nerves stretched out in the engine
noises of this interstellar space shippe as the worlds of the ASTERIODS
approached the ship began to overdrive and the FASTERTHANLIGHTBEAMS@
modem on the MISTY WAY MAP lit up on MarYlin computer screen her brand new
lap top. OH gentle ewe come back tomorrow for a brand new chapter poem.
9Teen. The Stars in Reach.
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