There once was a couple from Rundle
Who together we could only see double
Joined at the hip
We shouted a gip
"Christ, get a room for your muddle!"
Joy and pain are joined at the hip
Can't we yet untangle that grip?
While hurt has a fang
Yin’s mad about Yang
Though sadness appears on the trip
Forgiveness and forgetting,
are not joined at the hip.
We can still love the person,
but not forget their lip.
I thank God each day,
for my many second chances.
When He forgave He forgot,
with no backward glances.
It is comforting to know,
that God remembers no more.
My previous shortcomings,
before opening my heart’s door.
It’s quick and easy to say forgive,
with hope’s we didn’t sever.
A treasured friendship,
while forget remains forever.
In loving memory of our Mark,
Better known to most as Skip,
Reunited with Clegg up in paradise now,
Best friends back joined at the hip.
From thrashing about on his motorbikes,
Revving the **** out them in crickmere park,
To his mams house bouncing with hardcore,
As skip raved away to M.C's and afterdark.
He absolutely loved to spend time with family,
Travelling to raves and cutting shapes on the dance floor,
In fact if he was made to choose just one,
Wouldn't be sure what he said he loved more.
All the stories that so many have to share,
In the days ahead filled with both joy and pain,
Means his legacy shall forever live on,
Precious memories will always remain.
We feel you all around us buoy,
Your spirit will never ever be gone,
You never could call it a night,
May your soul forever rave on.
Words can not describe how much you mean to me
Our hearts joined together it.s plain to see
You are my pilot I am your crew
You bring me joy in everything you do
You are my guiding light that keeps darkness away
Your captivating smile brightens my day
If I could imagine what heaven could be
I would look no further than she
Our journey through life joined at the hip
A gentle embrace a connection of lips
Love is a gift to be unwrapped every day
A whisper in my ear what can I say
Santa Claus and Santa Dog
Riding into the sunset past the fog
They pass a snail, an ant, a frog.
They sing Christmas carols about a yule log.
Santa Claus and Santa Dog never ends.
They enjoy being a couple, best friends
They are joined at the hip and the ankle too.
They are fast friends forever, these wonderful two.
I have always dreaded your company; but you are here,
I never requested for your amity; but you are so near,
I have never needed your opinion; but I do things your way,
You were my companion; but I’m pleased to say that you are not.
I wanted you to leave but you stayed; it’s that your grip,
You are even closer than I thought; we are joined at the hip,
I never do anything special; cos you make me feel like a mediocre,
You make me do things of no value; things that are meager.
When you are around; my heart nearly escapes my chest,
You make my face turn red and my limbs become numb,
You make the knot in my stomach tighter; real unrest,
You send a chill down my spine; like an overwhelming bomb.
So I say farewell fear; because courage is at my doorway,
I’ve waited for far too long; to be set free from your obsession,
I say goodbye fear; because strength is at arm’s length away,
Thanks to Jesus; finally I’m no longer your possession.
Everything about you; your being,
Your strengths and your weaknesses; your personality,
The mistakes and the flaws; your insecurity,
These make me love you more; with all my being!
Joined at the hip; we’re inseparable,
In each other’s pockets; we are thicker than blood,
Your beauty takes me by surprise; like a fast flowing flood,
Like words that I can’t understand; you are a parable!
You are so amazing; for real, you are implausible,
Francœur; your honest heart is more than all beauties,
Although you can’t run away from your iniquities,
You keep coming back to me; always like a rumble!
The light that flickers behind the clouds is you,
You are strong-hearted; you are one of a kind,
You are so precious; one that none could ever find,
I don’t see your blunders; because of the light in you!
My one and only, lived next door
our love story came from friendship,
we were close and joined at the hip.
Our union had a solid core
so we valued what mattered most,
and our relationship grew close.
He wanted ten, I bore just four
two healthy girls and healthy boys,
the house was filled with lots of toys.
They left, I ached like never before
I didn’t know who was at the time,
my partner and friend was sublime
He caused me to see so much more
then I could bring him comfort too,
we both were sad and so blue.
As time passed, came a cheerful shore
we parented in brand new way,
I just loved every Mother’s Day.
My one and only, lived next door,
Our union had a solid core.
He wanted ten, I bore just four
They left, I ached like never before,
As time passed, came a cheerful shore.
7/30/2020
Justice demands that the guilty must pay
But Coke and his posse did not see it that way
July 7th 2001
in came police
And the killings begun
The Shower posse arm to the teeth
3 days violence a lifetime of grief
More drugs and more guns more money and power
And No force or no army could take down the shower
The police under fire some dying some dead
Dinero o plomo , money or lead
Dudus is hunted Kingston is beat
They fight for the don they fight for the street
Coke and his posse joined At the hip
But unlike a captain he abandons his ship
The battle is raging but he’s nowhere In sight
Leaving his people he runs from the fight
A month Or 2 later it’s the End of his gig
As he’s Caught at the border wearing a wig
Extradited to the US to serve 23 years
And just like his farther it will all end in tears.
I tried so desperately to fit
in, I wanted to belong.
I often felt like a misfit or
an alien or something.
One day I even asked my
mom, if I was an alien.
It sucks like hell not fitting
in.
On most days I wanted to
crawl into giant hole and
never return.
Don’t get me wrong I was
loved by mom, dad and my
immediate family.
If it wasn’t for them I would
have built my own spaceship
with my bare hands.
But that all I changed when
I met the “one”.
He became my best friend,
we were inseparable and
joined at the hip.
Until one day he came to me
and said his family was
moving.
I was heartbroken and asked
him if he could take me.
I couldn’t bear becoming an
alien and outcast again.
He said don’t worry, and
that he would find me when
he became a man.
I waited and waited and he
never returned.
Years later I was in the local
grocery store, I noticed some
one staring and following me
from a far.
I was on edge, I was about
to whip out my mace.
Until I realized that I
recognized my stalker,
I pushed everything aside
and ran into my stalkers
arms.
2-28-2020
Alexis Y.
The Queen released a long and weary sigh
Her cherished grandson, Harry, had jumped ship
He clearly did not understand just why
His fellow Royals are joined at the hip
‘Your destiny, dear boy, is to remain’
said Charles, his father, clearly under stress
‘within the Royal firm - let me explain
If you go now, we’ll all be in a mess’
‘Dear Mummy has had just about enough
With uncle Andrew’s ventures overseas
Now you and Meghan tell us to get stuffed
And bring the institution to it’s knees
But Harry’s mind had drifted far away
The Sussex Brand – or Duchy of L.A?
Sara married Charlie, and instantly became caught up in his web.
He was a Catholic, so she converted. He was a Democrat, so now she was too.
They were both serious now, even though she had been a party girl before.
His opinions were her opinions. Charlie says. Charlie thinks. Charlie, Charlie.
But that got boring, so she married Bobbie. They were exactly the same
After she converted and became Southern Baptist. She learned the guitar too.
They played the guitar for two years all over West Kentucky. Joined at the hip.
His opinions were her opinions. Bobbie says. Bobbie thinks. Bobbie, Bobbie.
Sara is on husband number nine. His name is Chet.
She is now an independent, not believing in any politics, a New Age convert.
They go to psychic fairs, showing gemstones. They both read Tarot cards.
His opinions are her opinions. Chet says. Chet thinks. Chet, Chet, Chet.
Sara is still trying to find herself, but going about it in a very strange way…
A Life Lesson
By: Tom Wright
7/17/2019
Haiku
Life has taught me that,
Believing and becoming,
Were joined at the hip.
Silhouettes in fume thump to a doom,
They stomp with the rhythm of drums,
They point to the sky and spread open wide,
Their wrists and fingers and thumbs,
These thousands of people joined at the hip,
Joined by a common desire,
To lose themselves in the roar from within,
As the music soars higher and higher,
To a place where they’re safe away from their thoughts,
All worries are left on the floor,
And they can exist in the happy free now,
Their mind’s been released to explore,
Life without fake, no pretend, no polite,
Life without wearing some wig,
And they can all be utterly free,
At the rock band, the concert, the gig.
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