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Grand And Great

I am a Great-Grandmother
My Tee shirt tells me so
I only wear this shirt to bed
As I do not want others to know.

If I wore it out of doors
I think it would look pretentious
Some folk know I have many flaws
I find this contentious.

I could have been a grand dame,
Or maybe a diva of some note
I would have a great grand name
If I had married an emperor who captained a boat,

I was not born for greatness,
Or true grandness of any kind
Being grand
It could not be further from my mind.

After I married, I had children,
Five in all
Some of them had children
Seven at the last call,

The children call me Grandma
Mama for short
I became Grand overnight
Something I thought,
Would never happen to me

But then, those children grew up too
And had babies of their own
Which filled me with awe and delight
For the love shown
To these cuddly bundles of joy,
Two adorable, great little boys

Who have made me
A Great-Grandmother
Which I hope I will prove to be
One who sets an example to all
Who comes after me?

The Lighthouse

For nigh on a hundred-fifty years it has graced the rugged shore of Maine!

Its welcoming beacon guiding sea-faring souls who sail the mighty main!

It has weathered untold fearsome storms of gale, snow, sleet and rain;

A faithful, stalwart sentry defying such nuisances, guarding its vast domain!

Old Captain Blair, its keeper, knows all too well the perils of the sea,

For he captained majestic sailing ships for many decades, you see.

He wearily climbs the circular stair to light the candles at close of day,

And with practiced eye, scans the roiling sea to ascertain that all is okay.

Alas, one dark and stormy night the US Frigate Arcturus met her fate!

A blinding fog and raging seas doomed the Arcturus on that fateful date!

The beam of the lighthouse could not be seen! There was naught to do!

The ship was dashed upon unforgiving shoals drowning her valiant crew!

The old lighthouse still guards that stretch of sea to this very day.

Modern lamps now cast their beam while Captain Blair sleeps 'neath the clay!

Body Ails Yet Spirit Soars

Fate mastered me, captained my soul
And Ruby took her love to town.
I rage amid the noise and haste,
but I dont let it get me down.

My mind, it is not a kingdom.
My 'Hope’ plucked all its feathers out.
I could not hold fast to my dreams,
but my love, it knows no doubt.

Uplifting verse, it let me down.
The poets lines don't compare
as we face our last adventure
with the memories that we share

I am old and my body frail
And nothing works quite like it should
My joints hurt, my complexion pale
but in you I see only good.

I wish that I could leave this room
and walk hand in hand once again
and see you smile and laugh at me
and not just in a picture frame.

I love you now, I loved you then,
I will love you forever more.
My body fails but you I love,
as my soul exits through death's door.

The Ultimate Irony

It is the ultimate in Irony,
And it is everything short of funny,
As people give up the chance of honest money,
To sour streets to the point where they are no longer sunny.

Risking friendships,
Working relationships,
Breaking up partnerships,
Truly believing they are sailing their own ships,
As words cherry picked from pirated ships,
Captained by those with doubtful fellowships,
Who refuse to divulge who owns the ships, 
Are passed on to to a growing membership,
Who refuse to believe they are sailing in doomed ships.

Oh the Irony of it all,
As they have the gall,
To go to a mall,
And talk of freedom for all,
When once home into a chair they fall,
Unable to turn off the switch on the wall,
Connected to a screen that increases their zeal,
For what is unreal, 
In a time when our backs are against the wall,
With covid in it for the long haul.

Terry and His Ferry

There was a man called Terry
Who captained his own Ferry
When his ship hit a rock
He recovered from the shock
Drinking a bottle of Sherry.

My Prayer For the Day

I cross my heart and hope to die.
Go ahead and stick me in my eye.
I'll keep moving forward and accept what will be.
With Jesus, I have no fear of what's in store for me.

As the masses panic and lose their grip.
I'll stick with my savior, consuming his tendered sip.
I'll weather every storm, and appreciate his sun shine.
I will continue to live my life, for me and mine.

Good will come, always paired with bad.
I have no illusions of grandeur, I believe in God's triad.
God gave us a mighty vessel, captained by our Lord.
It's now time my friends, advance and get on board.

Stripling Warriors

On the field of battle,
Young brave and strong,
We are stripling warriors,
Ready to bring it on!

We are fighting the darkness,
Piercing through with truth and light!
Charity is our standard,
Faith, courage and commitment our delight!

Captained by our King and Holy Commander,
We are guided by unconquerable right!
With flaming swords in hand,
This is the truth for which we fight!

Rising up to face the gauntlet of hell,
Yet we fear no death,
For we think upon our one true King,
And more firmly upon liberty than life!

We are true at all times,
In whatsoever things we are entrusted.
As disciples of truth and soberness,
We walk uprightly before Him.

We do not doubt,
God, will deliver us!
Our family, leaders and friends,
Have taught us to believe in Christ!

Bridge: (Said in a warrior’s voice)
With such miraculous strength,
And mighty power,
We did fall upon the enemy,
That we did frighten them exceedingly.

Oh what joy to be a warrior,
For not one soul shall be lost!
We will fight and win and never quit,
No matter what the cost!

Where Do Broken Hearts Go

When hearts are broken,
They travel to the land of sadness
By ships of sorrow,
They sail through  oceans of tears.
Captained by solitude,
They go through raging storm of unsettledness

Broken hearts go deep,
Into trenches of pain.
Intoxicated by grief, 
They tremble in fear

Fading reason,
Catapults them into the field of mayhem.
They suffer pinches from thorns of loneliness
And are made to settle on the throne of solitude

Ask me where broken hearts go,
 And I'll tell you
They go nowhere, 
But deep down the drain.
                  STRANJA

Pirates

They flew the skull and cross bones
Up high above the deck.
Pirates on the open sea
They had treasures to collect.
One man from the crows nest
Kept a vigil from on high.
Looking out for any ships
That happen to pass by.

Their crews were mostly misfits
Ones who’ve gone astray.
They would work the Pirate ships
Just to get away.
When a ship was spotted
A battle would soon commence.
In hopes to steal a treasure
And ammunition for their defense.

Men were usually Captains
But women it is said.
Females that Captained pirate ships
Were the baddest of the bad.
Whether it was the Royal Navy
Or the great Empire of Rome.
Female captains of pirate ships
Made themselves at home.

So whether male or female
Pirates were bad news.
And the captains of these pirate ships
Had to pay their dues.

Simon Munn

Simon has been to 7 Paralympic games, 
Starting with Barcelona and including Rio, 
He has a silver from Atlanta - 1992 planes,
A bronze Athens 2004, a bronze 2008 trio.

After a night out on his way home, shortcut, 
He tripped and fell onto a live railway track, 
The driver could not stop in time, it strut, 
But a nurse by-passer saved his life back. 

He is a large, tall man at 6 ft 5, amputee,
And says “I didn't get picked because I’m
a fantastic player but ‘cos I was big [see]. 
The disability’s secondary.“ You have dime. 

He’s won 2 World Championship silvers,
And 11 European Championship medals,
With 4 golds, 4 silvers, 3 bronze slivers:
He captained teamGB in 2011 in capitals.

In Rio the basketball team finished third, 
Taking home a bronze with total dignity;
He’s a 4.0 player, has travelled the world, 
Enjoying playing for Italian clubs infinitely. 

Born on 31 January 1968, amputated 22,
He lives in Peacehaven in East Sussex,
But flips between there and Italy so beaux,
To train, although Milton Keynes is apex.

Jonathan Paterson

Jonathan has been to three Paralympics, 
Beijing in China, London 2012 and Rio; 
He’s a Motherwell midfielder in the mix, 
Who’s entry was the 2006 CP Euros so. 

He travels the world with team Scotland, 
Which he sometimes captains proudly, 
But he’s also captained the other hand, 
Of ParalympicsGB, in Beijing adeptly. 

He holds Scottish Football Association 
Coaching badges at the youth level, 
Three of them, and has an education, 
In sports coaching development, bevel.

David Leavy

David is Northern Ireland’s very first representative, 
In a Cerebral Palsy 7-a-side Paralympic footy team;
He was so impressed by London 2012 assertive, 
That he asked his managers about the GB team. 

Just graduated from Queens University, Belfast, 
In Computing and Information Tech, he’s a ‘90s child, 
He captained the Northern Ireland football cast, 
At the 2015 Worlds in St Georges Park - he’s a mild. 

“Football had a big influence on my life growing up
…It helped me overcome [the] difficulties I [had] 
growing up with a disability. It taught me to [rise up], 
not to let my disability get in the way [of what I had]”.

Born From Adam and Eve

To Journey throughout the Seven Seas 

Refereeing all their mysteries 

Once one has captained his own ship 

And avoided all manners indelicate dealing with the drip

God's Nature shall set you free

With abundant sustenance for all to see

Challenges met thru the toughest of degrees

Makes you a Man/Woman

Born from Adam and Eve

Humanoid

Dark eyes with darker pupils staring here
Glazed over with a prejudice within
They look with venom, wonder, hope, and fear
They’re not guilty- just victims of the sin

Deep wounds with deeper anger caught inside
Red blood slides down to join the tears and sweat
Caught in the dark, there’s still no place to hide
The ship sails on an ocean of regret

White sails with whiter masters lead the way
Though every shade had captained SS Hate
Many the trips and many the people with no say
As time plows on toward wealth or death or fate

The scars of violence stain our history
Why are we our own greatest enemy?

The Ship - Novus Renascentia

Behold the ship, lost at sea,

It changes direction so frequently,

And I with them, new to sea-faring,

Sit and wonder...will we ever find our bearing?

And all of a sudden it comes to me,

In a moment of divine epiphany:


That a ship, captained by only its sailors,

Cannot navigate a sea, which no-one favors,

And thus I tell my un-happy crew,

The ship will not guide itself,

It is up to you.

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