Donald John Trump, meet Percy Bysshe Shelley
You might have missed him since he's not there on your telly
He shows up in one of those things you held up in your hand
They're better read right side up than at Lafayette's last stand
Now Percy's man no longer stands 'cept in imagination
But what he stood up strong and tall befitting of his station
Is left in its inscription that you might do well to study
Like the writing on the wall where feet of clay turned muddy
Mistaking feats that magnify for feet that fate can't glorify
Leaves features that ironically will serve naught but to horrify
Historians and poets, even patronizing patriots
Even zealots, fans, and delegates won't help you dignify
Years have passed since we walked this shore,
Kissed by countless waves and more;
Embedded are your footprints still—
No tide can erase, nor sands can fill.
Months have passed since you left this room,
Yet still there lingers your perfume;
Embracing each corner, a trace of your presence,
A cherished reminder of your enduring essence.
Weeks have passed since I last heard your voice,
A recording replayed in memory and choice;
Each word you spoke still echoes clearly,
Like a whisper breathed into my ear so dearly.
It was just yesterday when I last saw you,
Through a framed smile, your face I knew;
I can still trace each speck and line—
A face that will never fade with time.
Yet, feeling sorry for everything I did,
I just couldn’t realise earlier, because I was just a kid.
Sometimes confronting myself tears me apart,
It made me realise; making a bond is easy, but maintaining it is an art.
Tell me honestly, is my image still in your heart?
Or is it a million miles and poles apart?
The only thing I’m left with is to hope or regret,
Sometimes I try to call you, to make the things best.
But I’ll still wait, for many never ending days,
My dreams will come true, that’s what my heart says.
Fixing everything up, that’s what I aim,
Till the time, I can live with those memories, I fortunately managed to claim.
Forwarding our lives, shows me the time,
Where you, my love, will always be mine.
your dying words etched in stone
The Man Who Raised Me
They say you lose people as you grow
but I lost you before I even understood
what losing meant.
You were there from the very beginning.
Before I had memories,
before I had words,
before I knew how to be anything on my own.
You carried me when I couldn’t walk,
taught me the world in ways I didn’t even notice then.
You weren’t just my grandad—
you were everything.
The one who showed up,
every time without question,
without fail.
And then one day… you didn’t.
I was seven.
Too young to understand why the person
who had always been there suddenly wasn’t.
Too young to realise that losing you
would shape everything that came after.
I don’t remember everything—
that’s the part that hurts the most.
Just pieces.
Moments.
Feelings I can’t fully place.
But I know this:
the love you gave me never really left.
It just stayed—
quiet, unfinished,
growing with me in ways you never got to see.
And I think a part of me is still that child,
waiting for you to walk back through the door
like you always did.
To fight to the finish
Earns a crown undeminished.
The full measure of devotion
Is deserving of a lasting promotion.
May our treasure not be made of sand,
But with Godly rocks that forever stand.
True Lasting Love
Have I met you before?
Somewhere in time...So close,
I remember it from before.
You and I together,
Forever more.
I knew your eyes before they spoke,
An ancient bond that never broke.
Your voice, a song my soul once knew
Leading me back, home to you.
No longer searching, no longer blind,
For you are the one I was meant to find.
With dawn engulfing the morning, bringing light
When the birds wake the day with sounds of greetings.
When the sparkle of the stars disappear from the early sky's.
So is my love for you lighting, inviting always there and never fading
Just the thought of you gives me hope and joy
Knowing that I am not alone in my journey of life and love.
With the gifts of life given freely to us
Just as the ocean cooles me from the burning sun.
So to is your embrace wrapped around me when life burns with confusion.
Not just When your are around, even when being separated.
So is my love for you lighting, inviting always there and never fading
Just the thought of you gives me hope and joy
Knowing that I am not alone in my journey of life and love.
With the beauty of the majestic mountainside
And the aromas of the Lilly's, covering the plains
So to is our love engulfed with sweet smelling, beautiful memories of our encounter's throughout our journeys of life
So is my love for you lighting, inviting always there and never fading
Just the thought of you gives me hope and joy
Knowing that I am not alone in my journey of life and love.
2026.03.08, 35th birthday.
Today, Sunday, JC, it is your 35th BD
For sure, you will drink beers to celebrate.
Three cheers to you my dear.
From someone and everyone you knew
"Hiphip hooray, Hip hip hooray Hiphip hooray".
Did you know that according to Rudolf Steiner,
"One becomes a new person,
Body and mind every 7 years"
"One is wiser as one grows older".
Have you changed your beliefs and attitudes?
Improved your behaviours and become more mature.
I belief it should be now or sooner.
Otherwise, when you actually did,
I would no longer recognise or remember you,
Maybe, I would not even be around.
As I am now, one foot in the ground.
Any way, I wish to shout out aloud:
"JC, happy birthday to you,
May all your sweet dreams come true"
From me, who was grateful to you,
Then became very careful with you
And finally, so disappointed and frightened of you.
Anyway. Enjoy your special day.
My dear, happy birth day.
Do I have a present for you today?
Yes, by all means, it would be yours,
If you could get it.
I was sure you really liked and wanted it.
I meant it JC.
Goodbye my dear. Take care of yourself JC.
Treasure in trash found in victimless friends..
discord in off laughter holds just the same.
Their voice in frailty, not yours in the end,
only this why they remember your name.
Wipe your mouth on the street wi' ragged sleeve,
though eugh, surely mother would disapprove.
For want of only the best and you believe,
a fine dust you shook but failed to remove.
To God's watchers, entrust you matter more,
born t'this foreign world, naked and afraid.
From mother' womb warm her precious life bore,
truest bond in lasting love ever made..
See clearly the road unburdened for two
nature watches in awe, life made for you.
We were once two lovers,
Who keep on falling deeper in love.
Despite the distance far between us,
Our love grows stronger, intense, enough.
Two hearts, moving in one rhythm,
Every beat gently written within.
On a cold night,
By winter’s pale touch in Belgium,
Our bodies’ warmth dances
In the lyrics of passionate love.
Oh, when you kiss me,
I feel fire on my lips.
I love that tender press
Pulling me into your hips.
I open my eyes,
We lay bare on the floor.
Our bodies close,
Our souls colliding
In a breath we shared
Without restraint.
As I touch your pretty face,
I feel romance growing deeper still.
You pull me closer, hold me near,
Our bodies answering love’s will.
We move toward a union of souls,
Where love needs no name.
In the hush of this cold Belgian night,
We found a communion of desire and flame.
Now we know this love is real,
A love that’s meant to last.
Gunther and Grace—
A story of intense love,
Written in the past,
Living in the now,
And promised in the future.
How erring lives buried grace forever,
Makes crying eyes not sieve tears so clever...
Of unsung sins He forgives;
Human nature dare outlives
Either fearful or cheerful endeavour.
lasting beauty is the fervent , blue pebble
like the feathery greenery.
lasting beauty is the fragrant ,perfumed daisy of bloomy eternity..
I dreamed of vows not spoken once,
But whispered daily, leaf by leaf,
Like moss that clings with tender strength
To stone that would not seek relief.
The years are gentle in their weight,
They press us close, yet keep us free;
Your hand in mine is steadfast earth,
A root that steadies trembling sea.
We live in words that will not fade,
In truth that shines through darkest rain;
Loyalty, a constant fire,
That warms but never leaves a stain.
Green leaves return each changing spring,
They do not fear the frost of fall;
So love, in quiet constancy,
Renews itself and answers all.
I do not crave a fleeting star,
But light that lingers, sure and still;
A marriage made of trust and time,
Of chosen hearts, of patient will.
So let us walk where moss is deep,
Where truth has softened every stone;
And know that what we’ve built will last,
No vow more faithful than our own.
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