she travels not through skies or water but through life
relaxing into wonderful moods, eliminating all stress and strife
her journeys are varied, vivid, full of vitality and vim
she is the steampunk submarine submariner, her name is Kim
we followers live vicariously through her alluring adventures galore
loving her attitude, confidence, personality, and willingness to soar
Kim is the ultimate human, the one we all strive to be like
exploring mountains and oceans, in balloons, submarines or a bike.
Kim's song in French
Lent son du saxophone ; je m'allonge
et j'écoute les paroles du bon vieux temps,
quand Paris était à la mode,
et que le temps de l'amour est révolu
pour la vieille fille sirotant du vin
à la terrasse d'un café ; fixant,
sommes-nous, les yeux d'un tableau
pluvieux et coloré ; romantiquement
par le son frémissant du saxophone ;
ses notes flottant sur la Seine.
Gouttes de pluie grises, bleues et cerisiers en fleurs ; un sourire subtil sur des lèvres rouges,
rappelant la beauté et les heures passées ;
claquement de talons et belle robe.
Paroles et vocables posés et assurés
régularisent mon cœur, réchauffent mes pulsations.
Une voix fredonne, tandis que les doigts du phoniste s'agitent,
fourmillent tous les sens ; variateur de cabernet.
We lose our loved ones since life is wayward.
For everyone, the breath of death, it stinks.
Its kiss, calamitous shame. E'en flowers
turn martyrs, beauty burns, and despair sinks.
A proud mother barred from her cherished calf.
She hates the dark hole, black toll, worthless tomb
which stakes a Cross, and none will wish to laugh
when elephant sorrows sit in their room.
Delivering the soul that once possessed
this womb, love's fired quiver, miracle born
to seed fresh wonders ~ we had been blessed
to follow your springtime steps too-soon shorn.
Now, standing as rainbows still scroll skies wide,
our hopes on Calv'ry stayed, whate'er the tide.
Writing anything political can throw fuel on a fire,
but these Limericks are not meant to ignite anyone.
Just a bit of humor in my opinion. Yes, we all have one.
A Musk rat and a vengeful dog
Both wantin' to be called Boss Hogg
In a rocket they'll launch
The critter with a paunch
Always croaking like a bullfrog
Trump wrote a poem about the day
A verse about those who will pay
For insubordination
He'll demand castration
Through vengeance, he will get his way
Took them all to the launching pad
The rat, the dog, Fat Kim and Vlad
Cast them into deep space
Earth will be a safer place
When it's saved from those who are madddd
Kim Jong Un asked to be on board
It was a seat he could afford
"Take Putin for the ride"
Trump wants him at his side
Into space and beyond they soared
The real 'rocket man,' evil Kim
Thinks the world should belong to him
Trump and Vlad lost in space
Lil Pudge will take their place
And King will be his pseudonym
I do not know what's on your mind
I cannot ask, we are confined
To silence
You maybe want to share and chat
And tell your thoughts
Of this and that
So locked we are in soundless pose
Held secrets of our lone repose
Imagine we could read each thought
Communicate while saying naught
We may become just silent friends
Before the day of silence ends
And would discover, strange but true
That common ground we never knew
Existed
So we'll return to lives adrift
Still strangers with a common gift
To families and lives unknown
As separated souls to home
We will return
In mystery
You will be you
And I will be
Me
Sea is shy to you
Of too much pearls to your dress
Astounding beauty.
In Their Hour Of Need
In their hour of need plant a seed of hope
for its in the giving that you can help them cope
In their hour of loneliness take them to His Holy hem
be a light to their shadow and pray with them
In their hour of loss, build a foundation, sturdy and strong.
Give of your best silver and gold, restore their bird song.
In their hour of pain, give a broad shoulder to weep on.
Be a quiet presence, reassuring the presence of dawn.
In their hour of grief, jump into the fog, pray along.
Let them find their bearing. Assure them they still belong.
why this strong man Kim Jong cried?
who can resist pains?
as President Kim Jong
saw his population decreasing,
he was crying in front
of the group of
some women.
pleasing them
to give birth to more kids
to avoid some challenges
in the future.
many women of North
Korea were touched by his speech
and also cried.
why this strong man Kim Jong cried?
who can resist pains?
The cry of President Kim Jong publicly
called attention of many leaders
who always neglect the citizens
of their counties.
President Kim Jong promised many things
to all women who will feel his pains
and bring more children
to life.
No matter how some folks
claimed that rapid
population of Africa
is the cause of climate change.
BUT
President Kim Jong continue
to expose some liars
As seeing importance
of rapid population growth
in his country.
Kim’s decorations for fall are always straight out of a magazine
The rest of us visit her house and exclaim over her decisions.
Her parents are decorators, and I believe they help her with this.
She claims it is all her own idea, but no one buys it.
Because she is not a put together woman in any other area of life.
Her clothes do not match, her hair is a mess, and she looks dowdy.
Her house is impeccable; perfecto, and it happens while she is at work.
Two cars with Michigan plates are parked at her house for a week.
Her parents lug in bolts of materials, and bags of autumn goodies.
Kim takes full credit, and we let her because we adore her.
But we all know better.
I’ve been single for all of my life,
But not because I wanted to be.
I’ve always wanted to be a wife,
But it just hasn’t happened for me.
I look at others who are married
And often wonder how they got there.
It’s not that I have to be carried,
But I do want someone who will care.
What do I have to offer someone?
That’s a question that should have no doubt.
I am good enough for anyone,
A good person, inside and out.
My life as a woman is not defined by being married,
Nor is it defined by me being a wife.
I hope that I’m remembered long after I’m dead and buried
And for WHO I was and HOW I lived my life.
You can’t kill nor hurt Jim
For Angels are singing his hymn
Only risking a filling to the brim
The Fatal Cup that would your own life trim.
You can neither silence him;
I have this discussed with Athletic Kim,
Who the same thing said like Tim
And cherishes him more than a gym.
Of course, you can’t intimidate him:
Luckily, he is not at all slim
His alert eyes shiny, not dim
And can see through a whim …
They had all these tried cleverly,
Enemies’ ditching attacks heavily
But what in the end happened?
Doors of progress still opened!
Biden smells blood and wants First Kill*
Putin just laughs and hopes he will
Kim Jong-Un claps his hands
Xi Jinping understands
Warmongers can't wait for the thrill!
* The USA is the world's largest manufacturer
of arms and military gear and must
constantly provoke conflict to increase
sales, which have been hindered by the
media showcasing Chinese, North Korean,
and Russian arms and military equipment!
I have a magic Christmas reindeer, but it is a secret
Because she was conjured by the Christmas witch
This amazed me, for I had never heard of it.
But she was standing on his roof with pitch.
A reindeer of porcelain, can she move? I asked.
How do you know she is a she? My neighbor queried.
I watched the reindeer smile with a face that was masked.
She is pretty for sure, in this snow that was flurried.
But can she leap and fly and soar? I asked him.
She looked stationary to me, not lithe or quick.
He replied, she is amazing, we call her Little Kim.
She can slide down chimneys oh so slick.
So that was the last time I asked questions about her.
She was obvious a pet, and I decided not to doubt her.
I saw her leap from chimney to chimney too.
And she slid down a few before she was through.
“Planet” of the distant
past, now considered too
petite for the title.
Pray, don’t you despair now.
Pirouette though pitch void,
pretty as always, for
perhaps our minds will change.
4/11/2021. Written for Kim Merryman's "Pleiades P" contest. 1st prize.
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