Where do you work, what is your career?
Well, I'm glad you asked, I have many titles it would appear.
I'm proud of these titles, non of which require a degree.
One of my favorite titles is mom of three.
I'm a homemaker, a cleaning lady, a chef, and a maid;
a run the monsters away when they are afraid.
I'm a librarian and teacher of every subject;
a cheer leader and manager of every school project.
A counselor, a therapist, both physical and mental;
a manager of any and all incidentals.
One may also call me a chauffeur.
Some days all this driving seems much like a blur.
I'm an event planner and activities director,
and I'm putting my years in for debt collector.
A private investigator, a hostage negotiator,
a disciplinary, and a mediator.
A soul protector, security, a body guard;
and a safe place to go when life gets too hard.
I'm a personal shopper, a stylist and a hairdresser;
a go-to for advice when they want to impress her.
I'm a wife to the most wonderful husband and father;
and a listening ear when something's a bother.
Last but not least, I am a spiritual guidance;
a child of God who will always follow in His abidance.
A crowd-pleasing, cheerleading, stunt building,
Short-skirt wearin', toe touching, hand-clapping, big smilin'
Kick @$$ Cheer Leader!
A happiness breeder
Tried out but it was dangerous my physique was too beguiling
A Lone Megaphone
While standing there all alone
With my mighty megaphone
Wanting my team to win
Voting for Trump is a sin
Reputation caste in stone.
Hillary A Cheer Leader
Of fodder, she is a feeder
About her am a great reader
Out to vote started to tare
And guess who, Hillary was there
Was really glad to meet her.
Jim Horn
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Live Art
Dream your dreams I pray thee; orchestrate your play I beseech thee and write the song you always wished to dance to; strum the guitar; blow the trumpet; bang the drums I ask you and let the clashing of the cymbals resound! You - pompoms raised high and waving wild, the cheer leader, and fan, coach, ball, goal post and player rolled into one.
Splash the colours I order you – fill your palette with colours ranging wide; with the world around you, your subject to carve, to mould, to weld as you would and at your whim; and weave from threads tiny and disparate into a whole! Be the glue that holds it all together and sketch your heart away I insist. Every thought, scribble, doodle, and wiggle into your folder of bad, good and excellent. For so are visionaries born.
Dare you be God even for a minute and the human your creator, our Father always meant you to be I ask? Forget not your humanness: Scream! Shout!! Play!!! Laugh I ask thee; keep your human face intact and, and your heart loyal to God. THIS IS AN ORDER, I dare pronounce!
My name is Paul and my heart is with you.
I found her the,
Perfect simple girl,
not a cheer leader,
yet sporty,
your the right height,
everything i want,
but you belong to my friend,
your a girl that i cannot have,
i want you to be with me,
but your with him,
i know you dont like me
but i want you
so please girl give me just one chance
He's your typical
all-too-friendly booster
who goes way, way out
of his way to bolster
what's left of your stuff
when the roughing gets tough,
when your bestest best
is never good enough;
impervious to high rank
and noble status,
he'll root for you
with fanatical purpose;
and yet his skewed sense
of what's appropriate
can be so naive,
even affectionate;
though he's got bold,
chivalric aggressiveness,
something in him is unarmed,
so defenseless:
raw enthusiasm bursting
at the seams,
dismayingly innocent,
or so it seems.
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