This is the year for you to shine
leave those damn troubles behind
show the world you're not done yet
let them place their losing bet
Find the strength and stand up tall
your time has come to have it all
Believe in yourself and shine that light
leave the doubt way out of sight
This is your year to just be you
quirky and fun, authentic and true.
This is it, this is your year
gallop ahead and have no fear
don't waste a minute of your precious time
this is it; it’s your time to shine
Dance like you’re dancing on the moon
Live like the sun is rising soon
Let this moment be very clear
Your time has come, so kick it in gear.
Written By: D. Collins 11/19/25
Love ain't nothing but both parties putting in work.
Getting to know each other through past times of hurt.
Being well informed on the games people play.
And, not believing every word that they say.
Love ain't nothing but those who ride or die.
Where everything about them has been verified.
You start building trust and kick it off from there.
Then, and only then, can it possibly go somewhere.
Love ain't nothing but the last face that we see.
Gave us plenty of love through the entirety.
They met us in the middle and handled their biz.
It's not complicated. That's all that love is.........
Every room in Scotland,
Whether inn or a hotel,
Had a comforter upon the bed
To serve most people well.
It was always white and fluffy,
Meant for coziness, I guess,
And at first, when snuggled under it,
I liked it, I confess.
But I always woke up feeling
Way too warm and yanked it free.
Then I had no means of cover,
Which just doesn’t work for me.
So each night I fought that blanket,
Sometimes off and sometimes on,
Thinking if I’d had a top sheet,
All those problems would be gone.
Now I’m sleeping in my own bed,
Comfy underneath the sheet
And if I’m a little warm, I simply
Kick it off my feet.
Not caring leads to more not caring
and leads to even less caring.
It’s a slippery downhill slope
that gets you nowhere fast.
So get a grip. Stand tall.
Kick it up a notch
and quickly veer off that
self-destructive ramp.
AP: 1st place 2025
Always following company policy
you set a good example and it showed
qualified at your level of incompetence
while rather than carry the can
you continued to kick it down the road
and I'll be the first to say I'm last in line
on the lower echelon boot-licking list
but please trust and do keep in mind
by me the cheeks of your behind
are not about to be bussed or kissed
I know at work I am junior-most man
on the promotion ladder totem pole
but on the whole you've surrounded yourself
with employees who are quite inferior
and tho' overall you may be the boss
no you are not my superior
Father
I miss you
I wish we were close
You're not that far,
we're in the same house
We eat dinner together
We converse by silence,
You smile at me, fill the space
with jokes and love
That we both know I won't respond to.
But we pretend, we all do,
That we are a happy family.
Like I don't just act like you don't exist.
You were the quiet storm,
I remember watching the ashes of
my favourite teddy bear
That you set fire to, behind my back.
Good thinking,
I didn't scream with tears or
Make a scene
I quietly told myself
'That's impossible'.
Maybe it wasn't just the stuffed animal
You knew to burn.
You burnt our connection too.
This time again, I didn't cry.
I swallowed my sadness and
Painted dreams on denial.
Denial that you're not my home.
That you're not the void inside me.
I waited, looking at you
through the window of hope
With the doors wide open.
You didn't come.
I quietly locked it from inside.
I stopped waiting.
And then the city drowned,
The soft rain now summoning floods.
You knock on the door,
Desperate and helpless.
You try to break in, kick it open.
It doesn't budge.
The city drowns under.
Super-cala its a Gala-Day
I will dress up in a special way
Take you dancin' like a Barbie doll
adorned in heals stabbin' six feet tall !
Tall and beautiful with eyes like scotch
doll- dance with me, take it up a notch.
Way too much fun to give it up Shirl,
days of yore are here, kick it up girl !
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
She cried,
She's sorry,
I cried,
You left.
The nerve.
You can come back,
You can stay,
We can stay together.
She said she'll never do it again,
She cried and held me,
You were gone.
When you come back I'll be happy,
I hope you're happy,
It wasn't my fault.
Her words were painful,
Like only a cut could heal.
I cried.
You left.
Come back and kick it,
Stay awhile,
Stay forever.
You'l be here.
I’m listening to a song,
that’s captured my mood.
What’s the singer saying?
If it knew, I’d sing along.
but the slurry words elude.
It’s an artistic choice, I suppose,
and I don’t require deeper meanings.
A squirrel stands defiantly in the middle of the path,
A tiny, furry-tailed, usurper - quite out of the routine.
“Hello fluffy rodent,” I baby-sing, as it watches me,
“What an odd meeting, are you hoping for a feeding?”
I try to pass but it jittery-scampers and cuts me off.
"I have a test, get out of the way, you crazy nut-thief”
I glance at my watch; l might really be late to lab.
So, I leave the path to the possibly rabid rat.
if it comes at me, on-God, I swear I’ll kick it,
launch it ballistically into the evergreen thicket.
How I long for a coffee, hot and sweet,
or a sandwich and salty chips - that would be nice -
but then I would be late for class. I sigh in defeat.
It started to drizzle. This afternoon will be miserable.
.
.
Songs for this:
Out of Myself by Bebo Best & The Super Lounge Orchestra
Jettin' by Digable Planets
.
Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December!
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Come gather round folks, one and all,
Ignore the pall of fake-ball call and gall.
Let's play a round of golf with friends,
Where favors flow and logic truly ends.
All listed experience and resumes we'll scoff at those,
We need buddies, cronies whose friendship shows.
'Fore!' is the call, as ball goes out of bounds,
'No worries!' just kick it back, into the grounds.
We make up the rules, so surely that's fair?
You're hired, my pal, justly pull up a chair!
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It came in torrents and it came like a down pour
drop by drop it filled the streets with water
Rivers of rain so heavy you can't see the floor
cars floating by a bridge devoid of squatters
A reminder of a time when Noah did adhere
with an arc full of animals, God's pioneer
As water chaos drew close what we feared
was a land that we could no longer steer
It came in sheets of wet, cascading down us all
inch by inch it jammed the streets, we watched
Some of us swam some of us began to crawl
as we watched the storm kick it up a notch
Recalling the events of the past I can only sigh
as Mother Nature weeps another raindrop falls
I am praying God sends us an arc without A I
we need a basin full of love, not Niagara Falls.
Do you get the picture?
Time is passing, my life goes to crashing, I have to stay surpassing, I’m constant an heavy on the go, my pain endured I must outgrow, I’m busy, it’s all fast, I can’t let it haunt me, I’m running from my past, I catch a glimpse of the old days here an there, I kick it back I have to repair, I once was this, I was once that, I can’t keep on with combat, I did fail in many new things I tried, I caught myself telling the lies, I owned up to my mistakes, took accountability this life I’m building I must maintain stability, I take my old ropes cut them all loose, I can’t build in old abuse, I’m a broken mess, glued back piece by piece, my demons i with hold I must release, I’m a different person each phase of my life, I can’t keep feeling all as strife, I’m moving forward slowly, I’ve spent enough time being unholy, goodbye to the wreck I once was, here I go moving above.
What... Was I thinking -- again... Dangerous habit... Got to kick it soon...
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It's a ball and you kick it
Seems simple enough
But it's more than a game
'cos you have to be tough
I'm not talking a buzz-cut
Or some scars from a fight
For this resolve is internal
Overlook it, you might
You may cuss, scowl or spit
That doesn't impress
Now this game's claimed by women
Swapping shorts from a dress
And the girls that will follow
In their thousands for sure
In competitive joy
This old game has it's cure:
It is teamwork and faith
It is laughter and tears
It is training like crazy
It is banishing fears
There's never been greater
A reason or rhyme
To describe this potential..
Ladies - this is your time
For the men have inspired us
Reaching dizzying heights
But the women converting
So many wrongs into rights
Take tenacity, love
Add a wholesome respect
Work ethic unriveled
With the fans they connect
Crossing boundaries, restoring
All that seemed far apart
The game has been longing for
This feminine heart
Let's kick it to the wind
I know it's no sin, me loving you
But, an Act of God
Yeah, me and you, whoo hoo
Are there storms ahead
Yeah, there are
But, it's not between me and you
I know I'm not just your fair weather friend
This is the life we live
We are together during good weather and bad
We love each other and there's no sin there
It's an act of God
So, let's kick it to the wind anytime of day
Derecho isn't holding us back
Such a rare hurricane
Such as us
But, the trees came toppling down
And, the wind just swirled and swirled
Just like our juicy kisses
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