As You Get Achingly Older
The Energy It Takes For
Tedium Hurts More Than
The Time It Wastes/Saves.
BANK!
-Gray Squirrel
08-28-2025
Your Remembrance
A time, just a time, lived to you in his heart, passed age, this love
Age, nothing remained, an empty marble tablet in a cemetery park
Your path walk is late, didn’t you see? Worn, unreadable letters
On the stone, all the noble sentences were addressed to you, only
But, but someone is waiting for you. In the cemetery, still alone
Here is a stone, not a gravestone or a memorial stone. Just a stone
Invisible this past, hidden by ivy, a protective and friendly friend, love
Ivy, oh Ivy, I feel good under your anxious care, keep me here! Love
Love, past and missed desire. Oh, where is that time? The youth
The youth. The age of youngness. Age of burning love. Dead. Ours
Meeting with the love that kills nature. The human one. Killed love you
Love destroyed, a destroyed loved you. The stone. Radiating to you
Just a black tulip, please. And a whisky
Erma, I don’t need anything
Look at the faded portrait on my flat stone
Pure me with a bottle of whiskey. Famous Grouse
Drop down
A black tulip
Someone loved you
Leave him
Good
Love
Love, love
Yes or no?
I need that
But not this
Perfect world
Wished mind
Not here, there
Not in England
I loved a woman
Here, far from
Evil, evilish ego
More than me
Yes, she is evil
Said Satan
She wanted to kill you
She is perfect. Said Satan
Love
Poison
Here
You are a European
Not an English
Said Satan
My Master
No. Forget
Said Satan
Erma is English
You are European
She must respect Europe
You are a European
Said my Satan
Erma is a nazi
And you are a European
Erma is a busy woman
She is a super girl,
the daughter of...
Ask Charles, her lord
Vilmos, you are a European.
Your home is waiting for you
Erma must respect you.
We have no time
You are a victim
Victim of what?
The parapsychological and
Psychological mind power.
They want to rule the Earth
They working on special methods
to drive people. From there... From.
Love? Is it?
Where is that?
I do not know
don't answer.
E-njoy
R-ight
M-eaning
A-s
B-eautiful
A-crostic
R-emembrance
D-eploys
O-ptimistic
N-ote
Topic: Birthday of Erma I. Bardon (February 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-njoy
R-eading
M-essage
A-bout
P-rofound
A-crostic
L-etting
O-ne
M-ind
A-pprehend
Topic: Birthday of Erma D. Paloma (November 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-agerly
R-ead
M-essage
A-bout
B-irthday
A-s
R-egards
D-enote
O-ne
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Erma I. Bardon (February 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-njoy
R-adiant
M-orn
A-s
B-eacon
A-lready
R-elieves
D-ark
O-f
N-ight
Topic: Birthday of Erma I. Bardon (February 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-arly
R-adiant
M-orn
A-llows
P-leasant
A-tmosphere
L-etting
O-bscurity
M-ove
A-way
Topic: Birthday of Erma D. Paloma (November 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-cstasy in life
I-s not honor nor world's wealth,
B-ecause man has sinned.
Birthday of Erma I. Bardon (February 28)
Form: Haikustic
In a crepitated house, lived vagrants.
They came from the North as homeless.
The mother was mixed and the father was white.
They came with only shoes on their feet and the clothes on their backs.
On a warm day in May, the man the children mother was cheating with
killed their father.
Not to alter faith, in the month of May, Erma entered the house and
committed suicide.
Her last words were that her children would do better with her out
of their lives.
The oldest child was fourteen years.
The youngest was three and cognitive impaired.
There were eleven children in all.
Someone sat their house on fire and now all’s gone.
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PENNED ON JULY 22, 2014!
Cherries are delish
On top of a Banana Split
Topping on a Sundae center of whipped cream
Straight from the jar a tasty treat
They are so good by the pound
Fresh from the grocer
Get a bowl and bite around the pit
Or made into a jam_lickety split
But all those cherries have their pit
A lot like life
There's lot of good
But always some strife
We learn the best lessons
When we're in the pits
Somewhat like we get bowl of cherries but soon only have pits
But wasn't the good part wonderful
(Thoughts came on this one after remembering the line
"If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits"..
I think that Erma Bombeck said that but not sure..
Just not my line orginally.)
Erma Bombeck, Words of Wisdom.
Coretta Scott King, Peace and Reason.
Rosa Parks, Stood Victorious!
Betsy Ross, Our Nations Seamstress.
Mother Mary, Bore Jesus in Bethlehem.
Harriet Tubman, Lead Slaves to Freedom.
Queen Ester, Saved her Nation.
Amelia Earhart, Gave all to Aviation.
Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt.
Joan of Arc, Martyred Standing the Test.
Florence Nightingale, Healed Soldiers Wounds.
Fanny Crosby, Blind but wrote Gods Tunes.
Madame Curie, Discovered Cures.
Mother Teresa, Fed the Poor.
Annie Oakley, World famous markswoman.
Harriet Beecher Stowe, Author of Uncle Tom's Cabin.
Dear Abby, Averting Trouble Big and Small.
Eve of Eden, First Woman and Mother to us all....
International Woman's Day March 8, 2008
Deducated To John Heck
As tears flow down our faces in sad streams
Our minds drift away to bittersweet dreams
With heads held high, we push out bad thoughts
We all just make sure that we love her lots
Life without her is a hard story for us to tell
But we know that she wants us all to do so well
The looks of grief in this room are so very sad
Oh how I wish that things were not this darn bad
But what I want can not change how things are now
I'm trying to accept this, though I don't know how
Although it was her time and now it is done
I hope we can all remember the good times and fun
No words can express the extreme sadness I feel
Know that my pain, my tears and fears are for real
I know I will miss her every single day the same
And I am very proud to carry on her beautiful name
And with these beloved thoughts our wounds will heal
Deep inside my heart her everlasting love I'll seal
For my Granny - Erma Willene Newell
November 14,1924 to January 09,2005
I love you