Miss Vivian, our precious girl,
On this, your special day,
Your Mimi and your Big Daddy
Just have one thing to say:
Oh, happy day, sweet little one,
We hope it’s a delight,
And that you get a piece of cake
When you get home tonight!
Your grandpa’s going back to work,
Retirement’s just too hard,
I think that I’ll go head to head
With Hallmark greeting cards.
Apparently, there’s cash to make
By crafting sappy drool;
Sarcastic birthday wishes may
Not sell, but they sure rule!
So try not to catch COVID, dear,
At daycare, while you play,
We’re kind of short on flyer miles,
And won’t be there today.
We’ll settle for a Facetime call,
Not one we’d want to miss,
So we can give a virtual
Sweet, Happy Birthday kiss!
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A birthday card inscription for Vivian, must have been last year. Posting to join my collection at the soup...
Within these walls a rift exists;
a cancer grows and pain persists;
it won’t be long ‘til curtain falls;
a rift exists within these walls.
Dark clouds now form within our sphere
perhaps a sign, the end is near.
For sure it means impending storm
within our sphere, dark clouds now form.
Opposing sides within same spread
as Dems and Reps go head-to-head
and cause these everchanging tides
within same spread, opposing sides.
It’s up to you the time is now;
roll up your sleeves and wipe your brow,
and compromise opposing view;
the time is now, it’s up to you.
October 19, 2022
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Our days seem filled with death and destruction
While hate and war go hand in hand
With what?
Politics and past deeds?
Religion? Tribal ties?
Races go head to head
While people die from others dreams of power.
An omnipotent human trait perhaps?
Neighbours look back over their shoulders
Determined to keep past grievances alive,
To set things right, to turn the tide,
And so it spreads
A cancer that nothing can cure
Ingrained in this, the 'daily' life we lead.
The living and the dead join hands too
So Keeping that hate alive in every corner of this
Our world.
Families feud, and so it grows
Since first we walked, then talked.
Kin, villages, clans,
Borders spanned by tongue,
Or colour, or creed.
A never ending battle for what?
Tow the line, kill or be killed,
Just follow the thoughts of men
Who crave dominion over each other.
A downward spiral
Leads to who or what we are, or were,
Or think, or dream.
Brothers and sisters in arms
Driven by deeds long past to haunt the sleep
Of the living, and the dead.
If history takes care of itself,
Then what of the future?
He provides a way out for the broken,
and opens the eyes of hearts unspoken,
and leads us past what our earthly eyes see,
the power of His love that sets us free,
holding us in ways we can't understand,
in knowing not everything is meant for us to comprehend,
only in what he allows us to view,
always through His spirits timing and truth,
characteristics we've asked to understand,
giving us a mirrored reflection of the ones we all have,
issues of the heart we would rather not face,
but sometimes God will allow to come out to restart with grace,
to humble us in ways beyond the world views,
stripping our hearts of strife to turn our eyes back to you,
a muted voice that needed to speak,
the healing begins at the hearts release,
hushed away, the excessive silence,
the covered up perfection of the world that blinds us,
hiding away our voice that God gives our hearts to speak,
breaking chains of bondage...opression's silence decreased,
extrovert and introvert go head to head,
it balances out....the extremes of the strongholds are dead...
You think I'm arrogant
when I go head to head,
but I don't want you to just listen...
Go on, say what you said
but this time...prove it!
Come on and act convicted
prove you believe in it.
Impress me with your words.
Respect is what you'll get,
if you equal my stubborness.
You'll get what you deserve.
Don't you dare
even think
to give in to me!
Keep your confident stare,
be frank,
equal me.
Go on:
give me your best shot,
everything that you've got.
Every last ounce,
stir it all around
cuz you're gonna need it
to stand up to me.
No matter what you've got
I'll double it
and if not...
respect.
she's a fighter, she's been fighting all her life; she's fought off those boys that just want to
get in her pants. she's fought off the people who said she didn't have a chance. she was
going to be somebody and that was a fact. see she's destined to be the worlds champ. she
had plans to go head to head with layla ali. but then reality hit her way under the belt. she
never gave up she kept fightin' and fightin'. but she went soft on 'em kid, and he kept coming
strong. first and second round you know who it was all about. but it must have caught up
cause third round it knocked her out. he hit her with something she couldn't beat. he beat the
worlds champ, he figures he got it made. because the champ was just given aids. she can
fight all she want, she can swing left and she can swing right. but the truth of the matter is
the champ got beat tonight.
Lost in your voice
Surfing every word
My mind drowned in a dream
Where we are together in a perfect world.
Discovered by your touch
As it detonates my skin
My heart pauses as you gently tempt me
To explore the person beyond first seen.
Drifting in and out of your eyes
Traveling every line of time as you smile
Doubt and hope go head to head inside
As I tease the thought of what might.
Hiding from the ripples of relationships past
As your warmth feeds the thought
That maybe in these first few seconds
We could discover a lifetime that lasts.
Lost in the black abyss
that is my mind
is where my thoughts
deep down you'll find.
Dark and Light
at constant battles.
Survival is all
that really matters.
When good and evil
go head to head
How do you decide
which side to defend.
Lost in your voice
Surfing every word.
My mind drowned in a dream
Where we are together in a perfect world.
Discovered by your touch
As it detonates my skin.
My heart pauses as you gently tempt me
To explore the person beyond first seen.
Drifting in and out of your eyes
Travelling every line of time as you smile.
Doubt and hope go head to head inside
As I tease the thought of what might.
Hiding from the ripples of relationships past
As your warmth feeds the thought
That maybe these seconds
Could grow into a lifetime of so much more
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