MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 03/16/2025)
Dedicated to Connie Steeves
Our friendship goes way back
I believe we were in grade 3?
In our brown and beige uniforms
At Lower Coverdale Christian Academy
At first, I hung out with your sister
But little did I ever know
That we would become much closer
And our friendship would surely grow
I remember you and your family
Would always sit in the second pew
Little did I know at that time
All the trouble you were going through
Despite it all, you found your smile
And we certainly had lots of fun
Especially in our teenage years
At Messiah Youth Mission, we sung
You always loved me so dearly
And for that I will never forget
Friends didn't come so easy for me then
But on your friendship, I could bet
Though we lost touch throughout the years
I'm so happy we found each other again
Oh how I love you so much
My dear, Connie, my oldest childhood friend
And now I have to say goodbye
Your friendship I will surely miss
Please know how much I love you
As our memories we reminisce!
Hank’s celebration of life
advertised by kids and wife
hootenanny tonight
flyer says it is out of sight
it was a blast and went until two
refusing to leave were twenty-two
jokes, laughter, stories and such
Hank would have loved this very much!
A moment in TIME floating on the rhythm of life. There is not JEER here only ever all genuine JOY of smiles for miles millions of jubilant SOULS! For what does their jovialence behold as the sun began to rise. I want to bestow this
Precious message of happiness hope hooving hinderless
Holidays with this rhythm, a rhythm of rhyme. For ETERNITY TAKES TIME to ELATED HEIGHTS! ALL IS GOOD! ALL IS GOOD! I always forever knew it would BE THIS WAY ONE DAY! Today! All is good all is good! Flowers BLOOM BLOOM BLOOOM! Flowers. Endless LOVE JOY! All IS GOOD! THIS MOMENT IN TIME FINALLY NOW, HAS A RHYME. CELEBRATION OF LIFE! RHYME with JUBILATION! BLOOM! BLOOM! BLOOM! ALL IS GOOD! SMELL THESE ROSES! aah love LOVE love LOVE!
MY BELOVES!
Malik Val Brooklyn Rogers Black Panther Jet Blackest answerer! Mali Mali Mali ????
Heaven Knows yes he does everyone knows that his soul is so so important
Everyone goes everyone shows all come around as she celebrates life
And wild and all of all the abundance everyone pauses enjoy and Bliss
Public flies at the Glorious abundance of Joy as the angels kiss
Humanities host are relinquished as the father blows in the breath such a beautiful glorious abundant
Souls the gatherings in heaven rejoice glorious Hallelujah
He said, "The Transporter thinks you're demanding."
How could that be with I say please, thank you, and kindly?
Honestly, the Great Aunt once said, "... they think you're soft."
To demand that life treats me kind, I know of kindness
To demand respect, I cook up and serve respect
To demand perfection, I stand a perfect model to the world.
This constant flow of bitter/sweet reflections
I see show cases of thoughts, words, and deeds,
Highlighted upon walls of my mind, how kind!
Today, I am becoming as new leaf of spring, that's
Sprung in concert with petitioner's petitions-
The Source of my existence evergreen strong.
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E-agerly
R-ead
M-agnificent
A-crostic
L-etting
Y-our
N-ame
M-arvelously
A-pply
B-irthday
U-nder
L-ife's
A-nnual
C-elebration
Topic: Birthday of Ermalyn DS Mabulac (February 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I love life, that's probably apparent
By the happiness in all my poems
When I make my final curtain call
Want the biggest celebration known
Don't want none of that mourning stuff
No sad songs, no shedding of tears
Just want some joyous good time fun
Great food and buckets of cheer
Tradition says we should hang our heads
In solemn remembrance of life
But the time's they are a-changing dear friends
Bring on the drums and fifes
Not saying you should have a big parade
But it sure would suit me fine
I'll try not to wiggle the coffin too much
As I do my best to keep time!
The bottom line to all of this verbiage
Is that life is a fragile thing
One day we're here, the next day gone
Just enjoy your one last fling!
A CELEBRATION OF LIFE
The loss of your Mother:
a feeling of no other,
sadness and sorrow,
tears of grief continue into tomorrow.
Your Mother,
whose pain has ceased, is now at peace.
The afflictions of old-age have been released.
Your Mother,
who gave you birth,
has left her heritage here on earth.
The Circle of Life reigns
as her blood runs through your veins.
Your Mother,
now retired from an earthly life,
nurtured you tenderly as a child.
Her soul now observes
as you provide nutriment to your own, with verve.
Your Mother,
who guided you into adulthood,
has left her mark on this earth,
leaving you with choices for your future worth.
Your Mother
provides you with joyous memories no one can part,
moments in which to create treasuries,
yours to keep close to your heart.
Rejoice! as you applaud a true Celebration of Life!
Smile, as your Mother's memory remains,
...until you meet again.
Tim Smith
Dear old playboy Hugh was so full of life
A den full of bunnies and three hot wives
Mansion parties til dawn
Inhibitions forgone
Pleasures and performance without any strife
Jan Allison
All the bunnies are in floods of tears
Hugh was ‘Buck-King’ for so many years
Bunnies will stand around
When Hugh’s popped underground
In their grief they will throw in their ears!
*Feel free to add in comments or soupmail*
Death should be a celebration of life not a mourning commemoration.
Life or Death One Liner
Silent One
October 12, 2016
SONNET II
A CELEBRATION OF LIFE
At your arrival, Your Royal Majesties,
Screaming siren in the procession of Cars and Guards
The Passersby is amused: is this a Burial or an Inauguration?
At your arrival oh Gs of this world,
You got the ovation of Everyone but the Dead
You’ve come Celebrating the Loss of a Soul
Your Brightest Clothes, the Most Pimped Rides.
Alas, at His arrival, The King of the Universe
The Celebrities gone, the Dead Buried to Rot.
The Peaceful Presence is here, behold the Silent Procession.
The Ever Present Presence is proclaimed
The Still Small Voice is sent out
Behold; the Bereaved Soul is Consoled.
@APRIL 2012/ M.H.O.G Unveiled
Life is meant to be lived and celebrated
Celebrated for those who make living purposeful
Purposeful to them, and to others meaningful
Meaningful enough to be celebrated
I love life, that's probably apparent
By the happiness in all my poems
When I make my final curtain call
Want the biggest celebration known
Don't want none of that mourning stuff
No sad songs, no shedding of tears
Just want some joyous good time fun
Great food and buckets of beer
Tradition says we should hang our heads
In solemn remembrance of life
But the time's they are a-changing, friends
Bring on the drums and fifes
Not saying you should have a big parade
But it sure would suit me fine
I'll try not to wiggle the coffin too much
As I do my best to keep time!
The bottom line to all of this verbiage
Is that life is a fragile thing
One day we're here, the next day gone
Just enjoy your one last fling!
© Jack Ellison 2012
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