WAR WILL END DAY ONE
RUSSIA AND UKRAINE BE DONE
A TALL TALE TRUMP’S SPUN
The calendar shatters as we step through the seam
Time sheds its skin let us become what we mean
It's day 1
I have slept,
then the horror
burst forth from memory
Desperate fear dappled thoughts
Nothing stays, chaos reigns
Loved ones look on
No explanation or cause
Betrayal etched lines and comforting words
All is grey suffocation
Reality in rear view
Cold clinical options ahead
No hope on the horizon
A deep longing for oblivion
Lost in naked view
Finality beckons, out of reach
When the weather was so mild,
I would go as a young child,
seeing the train that was wild.
I loved the big long red train,
it would come again ~ again.
One day the train had to end,
I cried ~ I lost my best friend.
Exuberance and joy, with prayer, hope and glory
The people of America continue writing story
Tough days ahead, decisions and cutback
But never doubt, for we have our own country back
January 20, 2025
From day one
God gave me a vision
Of what it is I had to do
Many people in my life reached out to hurt me
But it added too me
With
Myself
Being true
A woman not scorned
Never to give up on love
It's out there somewhere
Full of bliss and happiness
One day I will find it
Embark on it
Like searching the heavens above
The table set
just us three
My wife, my son
and me
A masterful meal
spirits raised high
How about a song now
Let's give it a try
One tune leads to another
melodies like brothers
Forty minutes of pure gaiety
laughter, joy, a taste of harmony
The after-meal grace recited
with full-throated thanks
Next meal - six hours, guests coming
~ time to refill our tanks
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Note: The 'Festival' referred to is Sukkot,
the Jewish Fall Harvest Festival - 7 days
in Israel; 8 days elsewhere. Meals are
taken in a small, temporary outdoor booth,
often elaborately decorated. Many families
sleep in these huts as well, fulfilling the
command that every Israelite dwell in
booths for seven days. (Leviticus 23:42).
Poured, what I swore would be…. my last bottle
Then lost to temptation, as I crushed…. my final can
I don’t believe me, when I say….it’s over
But for the thousandth time… I’ll make my stand
Now here I am:
Sober day one…..
My eyes are still cloudy as I
Reach out for The Son
A self induced prison
Is what my life’s become
Now here I am
Sober day one
It took a lifetime of living….to get here
Is it my body, or soul…..that I’ve damned
Seems my pride takes the bruise, for excused self abuse
Did I give up, or did I give in…..
Now here I am:
Sober day one…..
My eyes are still cloudy as I…
Reach for The Son
A self induced prison
Is what my life’s become
Now here I am
Sober day one
When there’s questions for answers… it’s heartbreak
Seems my decisions and free will….failed me
Was I living to die….this whole time
I’ll ask forgiveness, but I’m not deserving….
Now here I am:
Sober day one
There’s no sky, no forgiveness
And certainly…..no trace of The Son
My price eternal
It was such a great one
Now I’m sober….
Sober day one
Who’d have thought that the demons
I fought would have won
Forever sober
Sober….day….one…
Such a lot of things I'd do,
The books I'd read
The shows I'd see!
I'd sip long galleries
Of half-forgotten pleasures.
He went to school, the youngest,
Not big enough to tie his shoes,
School case in his chubby grip,
Smiling, eager, new...I sit and
Silence creeps about uncluttered rooms.
her soft body
has the scent of lavendar
though her skin tastes like cinnamon
and her hair smells like peppermint
for some reason i want celebrate Christmas
my everyday in her vibe and existence feels like such
her love shines in vast abundance, and it is never too much
kisses are electric like a surge of benevolent immediacy
the warmth that emits from it all is rehabilitation for the whole of my soul
she is my Stairstep Blessing of Perfection
she has been my Day One since Day One
i have not a need to look at another or even bother with alternative temptation
New Year’s Day One-One Twenty-One
David J Walker
One-One Twenty-One
Exhaling Decembers air
Breathing in and
Believing again
In hope
instead of despair
and all at once sun
dandelions seeds bees locks
Spring hasn’t sprung me
3/20/2020
So much help day one day two
Impressed us all this man named Shoe
Three and four was there at the bell
Helping out and rather well.
Where is Shoe? I asked week two.
Laughter came from one, now two.
Let me guess, one did shout.
On week one he came right out.
You will never see that again.
He shirks his duty like a second skin.
He will probably forever now be in.
Tries to impress first week, my kin.
Well yes he had impressed me.
Lots of help he’d kindly be.
I guess this is only on week one.
Other weeks he hid when work was to be done.
So much help day one day two
Impressed me for sure this man named Shoe
The others had his waterloo
For they had worked longer with Mr. Shoe
Finally the voice of opening an account won
Why? You'd ask
Everyday I sit in front of my monitor
I am bleeding
I am hiding
I am running
I found my solace when I key in this words that smile back
I finally found my hiding place
I finally found a home for my words
I am finally free
Who will tell my grands of freedom
I will tell them
Today
When you are running and hiding
A pen and a paper is your solace
A stranger who does not judge
So when you see me typing across the desk
You will not see my red stained tears
But each letter is a tear
Let me wash my heart from all that pain
the pain that has cooked in there for quite a long time now
Let these words wash those walls clean
See we are three of us
Left behind really with nothing
Left to figure out life in our own terms
Left to survive
Taken captive by the present
Stuck in the in between
Shedding the unpleasant
Just to add a mean regime
Contemplating the before
Anticipating the end result
Dissecting what’s in store
While the reward becomes occult
Fickle ways won’t pay
Temptations mustn’t thrive
There will surly come a day
I’ll reach the other side
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