You were amazing, you worked so hard.
So hard you got a promotion to move to the sky, now you are in the big court with the unseen lawmakers and able to fly high and proud.
We thank you for all your work, we pray for your family and all that miss you today and always.
Death is not the end, it is the beginning of all of heaven's dreams.
For God told us we will all be rewarded for our works and to walk through this life toward heaven's home.
For we know not all of God's plans, but I am sure you got your wings, that you are with us each and every moment in time and space.
Thank you, Senator Lindsey Graham, for your life was pure brilliance, you left a legacy that we can all follow and love.
Fly high, Senator Lindsey Graham, we remember you today and always, we light the sky with prayers, love, and all the beautiful moments that lead us to God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
JOHN TO LINDSEY HI
AFTER ME, YOU WENT TO TRUMP WHY?
I SAW FROM UP HIGH
Alexander Graham Bell,
inventing the phone was really swell.
Never thought I would take him to bed,
if my husband finds out I am dead.
Playing footsie
with the past
my toes became
entangled
With every fawned
and misplaced
step
— my indecision walked
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
graham cracker wanted his own story book
looking for the perfect song and hook
liked the tale of the gingerbread man
renamed himself Graham Cracker Dan
Hired a ghost writer named Mr. Brim
Make me sound smart, he instructed him.
Dan contracted the book out to his cousin.
Give him songs, make it a dozen.
Just one year ago, he was alive and walking around.
But he passed away and he's buried in the ground.
He provided the voices of Daleks on the classic Doctor Who.
When people say he was a talented actor, it's certainly true.
When his life came to an end, it was a shame.
He was British and David Graham was his name.
When Graham became an actor, he made it big.
He provided the voice of Grandpa on Peppa Pig.
When it comes to this man, I wish I could say that things are fine.
But I'm sorry to say that he died last year at the age of ninety-nine.
[Dedicated to David Graham (1925-2024) who died on September 20, 2024]
I think this graham cake is like you
Look, this top black layer is like
The curse shrouding you
But I believe that one day
Someone will show up in your life
It will loosen the soil
Give you water
And bring you into the sunlight
It will let you be like tender shoot
That grows and break through the soil
And you will understand
That these so called curses
Actually don't exist.
After my injury on Macdill Airforce
base in Tampa I was so shattered
broken when I spoke with Senator
Bob Graham he helped me stayed
with me through this difficult process
helping me receive workers compensation
and disability ssd after my nervous
breakdown trying to file documents
with the Supreme court merit board
he was a wonderful person who cared
about everyone I am so saddened
to hear of his passing my prayers
are with his family for comfort and
healing many political leaders could
learn a lot from Senator Bob Graham
human process what an awesome human
being he treated me like i was his daughter
it wasn't easy and i was emotionally
crippled he never abandoned me he
listened he cared and he got things done
keeping my dignity thank you for your service
may your family be comforted and may
you continue to rest in heavenly peace
My family have our flags half staff
In Honor of Senstor Bob Graham
Taps are sounding rest in peace.
The only way to escape the jungle
—is in self delusion
(Saigon: July, 1989)
Tera graham Bell bara tight hai
Lohay ka jesay ik bat hai
Kahin phat na jay gaand Mera
Oyeee don oyeee kon
Oyee kon kon kon ...
Note.graham bell is tight...
I wish my toenails were graham crackers
They would crumble instead of making holes in my shoes
I could eat the droppings
Or fashion them into a nice pie crust
They would be easier to clip and trim
I would not have to use the lawn clippers
I wish my toenails were graham crackers
He is The-Easily-Frightened Graham,
His Natural Father Amram Abraham;
Like Lord God’s Abraham could farm
But unlike him could kill or harm
Either with his right or left arm
Normally meant for just his farm …
And harmed he did A Sir Wickham
In his hand, a harvested yam
And he was sure “One from my farm!”
His challengers misery like a balm:
A Wickham bearing Bowls of Alm
And until then, not keep quite calm …
So tough This Guy for David’s Psalm
Or baring a prayerful palm
That I agreed with a Doctor Sam,
Also, a Zealous First-Rate Ham
About DNA Test for Graham
On his fathering by Abraham.
{Given time, they'll strike a match
against the flint face of your life.
Make a campfire at your expense
keep themselves toasty and warm.
Steal your sweet chocolate
turn your brain into marshmallow.
With their caustic thoughts.
They'll whittle a stick from your bones.
Make themselves the perfect s'more.
And watch you starve to death.
They'll fashion a graham cracker raft.
Paddle like hellfire out of camp.
Leave you to your burning de-cay.
Before you take sweet revenge
and release sweet karma all over them.
Alexander Graham Bell
It was fine, quiet winter´s day I listened to distant noise,
dogs bark -you can´t avoid this in the Algarve-
smoke from chimneys straight up before disbursing and disappearing.
A few clouds drift about looking like wedding dresses of the unmarried,
The sun is a golden coin captain hook would kill to obtain.
I smell grilled sardine, and a cat on a fence is watching me.
I sternly tell myself to go for a walk before it gets too cold
But blithely ignore the inner voice.
As I drift on a slothful cumulus, my phone rings
I answer the voice says, sorry, the wrong number.
A true missionary,
Working among lepers,
Cared for poor, a visionary,
Burnt alive with his two sons by a mob,
Locked in his own jeep, fire fetters,
Imagine how scary,
Killed for loving others.
07.28.2021
For William Kekaula's "Julyme" contest
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