Be mine, oh please, love my heart, soul and gut
Your meanness is sexy, my darling ____
Oh, my dear AG
Turn your fury on me
Scream insults at me as I swat your _____
by Robert Gorelick
Rants and raves at congress, she’s domineering
Attorney General’s reputation smearing
Unlike humble Ghandi
She's Mean-Girl Bondi
A maniac, hard-hearted and hard-of-hearing
by I Am Anaya
Happy Valentine's Day!
2/14/26
Irish tales of what a leprechaun gives away
If you don’t wear green on St Paddy’s Day
a painful pinch
Like Suisse’s Grinch,
a green tie or vest so invisible you’ll stay
by I Am Anaya
On St. Paddy's day I grabbed a lassie fair
kissed her lips and pinched her derriere
I so love this tradition
I'm a gent on a mission
Shall I go on I asked, she screamed don't you dare!
by Robert O'Gorelick
My lil green party dress for Paddy’s day is too tight
and I don’t want to get pinched by elves tonight
I let out the seams
And removed all that blings
Clear of Leprechaun’s with a big whiskey appetite
by I Am Anaya
Out on the razzle for Saint Patrick’s night
All dressed up in green, one has to look right
I’ll do my high kicks
As I can’t resist
Being a dare devil, and giving fright
by Beryl Edmunds
Today we give cheers to St. Paddy
Taken from the sea lake, Lochmaddy
He holds close a shamrock
Trinity clover keychain schlock
Never cotton to a baddy, a saintly laddy
by I Am Anaya
A tough lad born and bred in Lochmaddy
Poor Scottish lad became a priestdaddy
He had what it takes
To rid Eire of snakes
Yelling serpents begone, much thanks to St Paddy
by Robert O'Gorelick
Sparks aflame my sanctuary
Flickering, roaming glints
Over valleys of bygone years
So long kept in shadows
Traversing the bleakest darkness
Where heat of love evades
As the cool of Prussian blue night
Forms a silky silent shroud
Unravelling threads of sorrow's blinding
Guiding me from night to day
And through the hush, a glow emerges
Soft as songbird's first breath
Now embered dreams ignite ahead
The past melts in morning's hue
And where the lantern's light has led
Hope rekindles burning true
Sacred Night – A New Original Modern-day Christmas Carol,
a Collab with Cecilia Crasto
Once again, a beautiful poem by my sister Cecilia Crasto has been transformed into a lyrical Video musical, complete with special effects to convey the story of that historic Christmas night when the Christ Child was born. This New Original Christmas Carol celebrates the timeless spirit of love, hope, and joy that unites us all, regardless of our beliefs or traditions.
I trust you’ll enjoy this heartfelt creation as much as we enjoyed bringing it to life. Wishing my family, friends, and everyone here a season filled with peace, kindness, and good health. May this time of year inspire warmth and togetherness in us all.
A Happy and Joyful Christmas to one and all
Rusty Finds A Home!
Rust-hued kitty’s shunned by day, ignored through the night
Unloved and discarded in a world numb to his plight
As he meows by a door
Rusty meets family Tor
Who give him a home, protection and love glowing bright
—Robert Gorelick
Who could resist a kitty like Rusty
Who is lonely, scared and very dusty
Needing a safe home
Of his very own
And someone to adore him who’s trusty
—Beryl Edmunds
Lilly And Billy
Street cat Billy's spongy scraggly and cool
So, so edgy-sik, he's a grunge-dusky jewel
House cat Lily purrs he's so fine
Billy scoffs just get in line
But he knows deep down he'll gladly play the fool
—Robert Gorelick
Fools rush in when Lily the feline purrs
The alluring cat with enticing curves
Yet it’s only Billy
Who sends Lily silly
The one for whom Lily's little heart swerves
—Beryl Edmunds
Christian quote: He who mistreats the most unfortunate among us, mistreats me—Jesus
Cruelty On Parade
He enjoys mocking the severely ill and lame
Cruelty unbridled that's his game
The Good Book he'll tout
"Don't dare call me a lout"
How dare he campaign in the glow of His name
—Robert Gorelick
The fool should hang his head in shame
For mocking those who’re ill or lame
He’ll get just reward
When facing the Lord
It’s simply just a waiting game
—Beryl Edmunds
Falling for you is so easy to do.
In my most private thoughts and heart I burn
just to feel intimate closeness to you.
And then for just a brief moment I yearn
for the certain answer, "Will you be true?"
Just as easily, I fell for you, too.
Add my thoughts to your fire and feel it burn -
from outside to inside and straight on through.
Erase that brief moment from your concern.
Only to you, shall I always be true.
I frequently sing of your strength and brawn,
seek the security of your embrace
to hold me so tightly until the dawn
before you soar far away without trace.
"Will you be mine?” is the line I have drawn.
.
You light my heart like the sun lights the dawn,
as I gaze upon your beautiful face,
the prettiest the sun has shone upon.
Your place in my life no one can replace.
Trust me fully, and your line will be gone.
"Whatcha gonna do with that 6-pack, man?"
You could share it can by can.
I’d be happy if you ran
one past me as we tan,
stylin’ in the latest Ray-Ban.
You asked a question, and my thoughts began
about what's beneath your tan.
My eyes 'neath these Ray-Bans scan
other eyes. It foils my plan.
Wanna climb into my van?
Fall flourishes with flighty flair,
a lilting song upon the air.
Symphony of fading cinder
all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre.
In Her heart a mild melody
flirting with a sweet revelry.
She has not sung this song before,
an unearthly, uplifting score.
Morendo a niente, fades out,
catching Her breath in subtle shout.
Crescendo of color escapes
in multidimensional shapes.
Catching currents, Her breath has blown,
paves the path with scattered seeds sown.
Her name is carved on every tree
She has conceived her canopy.
Dulcet, the voice of Autumn sways,
Presto agitato, She plays,
Leaves flutter in a rustling dance,
taking part in russet romance.
What sweet music tingles the trees!
Baring bold birches, blows the breeze,
Arias aired in harmony
with woods akin bleeding honey.
Enjoy Fall's vibrant banjo beats,
as she raps with hued leafy sheets,
whispering soft kisses and dreams,
Refrains released in umber streams.
Foliage tanned and tinted brown
tango with harvest's golden gown,
Autumnal chorus slow tingles,
Join in with Her joyful jingles.
When I'm lost and alone, there's a place I can go
Where my derelict condition just does not show
Like a security blanket, or warm woolly throw
Comforted securely when wild Winter winds blow.
When I'm too far from welcome, there's a place I reside
Refuge here from the yearning, I have no need to hide.
It's peaceful and hopeful, a colourful space
With a welcoming atmosphere my heart can embrace.
Not somewhere external, but a place deep inside
Always within me, though I wander far and wide
A magnetic pull so my soul knows it's place
A path leading home for my footsteps to trace.
I love the pitter-patter of the rain upon the glass
The soft rhythm creates memories that only dreams surpass
Cosy fireside moments while the weather beats her tune
Raptured with the thought of us being together soon
I love the sunset clouds as they warm the bluest moon
Memories of your caress as we lay on that golden sand dune
The sea, she distant murmurs, like a shell against my ear
Your tender caress takes our feelings to a new frontier
If there’s a world outside this place, my heart cannot perceive
Gazing into your eyes there's honesty, hard to believe
A depth of trust, like wings for flight, you take me high into the night
Into spell bound images of desire you are my guiding light
Many mirrors have been broken some by me and some by you
when the stars of heaven appear, we'll know what to do
Yesterday's reflection is a changeling my friend
So let's hang on to tomorrow, with hope that never ends
When the stars of heaven appear we'll know what to do!
For future hopes aren't cast in glass with fragile crystal gaze
as loving dreams are captured entwined in starlight's haze
We lift our eyes to heaven's realm to find a future bright
With each desire we hold captive to entanglements of light
as loving dreams are captured, entwined in starlight's haze.
Wide awake and dreaming, this old heart never sleeps
wandering through a sea of feelings praying in for keeps
Cinematic colours of a seascape, hopeful joys
keep the currach in motion, as love's oar deploys
Dreams awakened we go now, paddling softly to the sea
steering gently through the water, it's just you and me
Tasting passions soft as silence through the salty air
companions, the gently kissing ocean laps, a lullaby lair
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