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Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed;
A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head.
The Big Red Machine was in their prime; those boys could sure play ball;
I fell asleep every night listening to the play-by-play of Joe Nuxhall.
I entered my life of puberty with Charlie Hustle running to first;
Davey Concepcion turning two and Joe Morgan with a speedy burst.
Johnny Bench throwing out would be stealers, Pedro Borbon with a bending curve;
All happening on the summer of my first kiss – once I finally worked up the nerve.
With Tommy sleeping in the bed below – nary a care in the world,
George Foster launched an enormous shot while I tried to figure out the girls.
Jack Billingham was striking them out – an apt metaphor for my chances,
As I fantasized about dating girls while two bases Ken Griffey advances.
Tony Perez was still strapping them on; Don Gullet piled up some wins;
Cesar Geronimo owned center field while my hormones multiplied within.
Coming of age in Centerville, back in nineteen seventy-four,
Meant listening to the Cincinnati Reds while thinking about the girl next door.
Gentle hopes thrive in the sunlight
Where miracles are encouraged
And kindness does always flourish
Breathes of passion caress the wind
With musical whispers of tenderness
Creating happiness that flows through
The heart and causes the very soul
To listen with a sense of compassion
Shadows of inspiration soothe the spirit
Where secrecy meets, combining with
Wisdom that reveals truths built on faith
Dancing with enlightenment and desire
Building fires of concern that keeps hearts
Pouring out blessings discovered within
The ones who know love is the only answer
Filling up lives with beautiful, warm embraces
Silent sincerities sigh with pure elation
Fixing their thoughts on blessed visions
Insights into the heart and soul of creativity
Breaking through the worry, pain and strife
Comes the prayers who welcome God’s sign
Revealing to us the wonders that set about
Designing aspirations and second chances
To reach out to those who need our empathy
Brilliant hues of phenomena beckon from
The heart of those who learn and grow with
Knowledge that the Lord is the answer to life
Journeying through this arid earth, yearning
For the wonders found in loving unconditionally
With all the heart and soul, beyond the hurts
Through everything that comes, good and bad
Happy and sad… throughout it all, unending love!
Blushed rose shaking hands with hues of cerulean,
bluish sighs in pinkish alibis,
softly whispering to the lilacs, gently
blowing, through the winds of amethyst,
a vision of majestic promises,
poetry on the lingering feelings of a light,
poured out on the soul who can see past yesterday,
into tomorrow’s plum, rose-tinted tendrils,
graceful, surrendering to the seas,
drifting out to believe, intimate waves,
soothing as the maze, the mystery breaking
from violet, beautiful – peace
rainbows music, reflecting the creativity,
brought to life on the blessing,
glistening affections in deep wine,
surrendering to the melancholic fires,
passions blazing, elaborate and lazy,
abundant shadows who erase,
the hesitation of blue gazes, while sighing
through the lasting lavender,
sweet like the embrace of a musician’s acapella
blessed by hasty hopes, dreams,
survive the past and reach through, luxurious,
like the foam from seas caressing
sandy shores, alive and breathing,
touching the soul with liquid faith,
amazing as grace, beckoning like the praise,
poured out on those who know the blue-red sigh,
lavender’s insight into the night,
lavender is a blessing who thrives and decides,
who is silence and who is wind,
who is the beautiful in the whisper of a pen,
writing words meant only to suspend,
the wonderful, the moment, the blend of trembling verse,
on the edges of a rhythmic promise,
lavender kisses in lavender chances, healing
windswept as the magic of an imaginative candle.
I fall down amazed at His throne
Upon my knees, praising in song
Knowing that He hears my every groan
And listens when I pray for so long
His omnipresence leads my heart
With a joy of knowing He is alive
Filling the moments with a new start
And showing me how faith will thrive
I rest in the Lord’s eternal promises
Justified by His wondrous mercy and grace
Astonished by His word’s flawlessness
And, looking forward to seeing His face
His omnipotence assures my spirit
With knowledge that He is all powerful
Knowing His love has no reason to fear it
Awakening rainbows of hope so colorful
I yearn to hear His voice whispering to me
Of so many wisdoms I can somehow believe
He fulfills my greatest longing so that I agree
With Him by my side, dreams I will achieve
His omniscience shows me the way to live
With a sense of His peace faithfully there within
Teaching me about the ways that I must forgive
Everyone that has hurt me from anywhere I’ve been
I will wait upon the Lord to know the answers
When I am uncertain, I will simply go to Him and ask
If I need to know the truth, I won’t take any chances
With Him, I can be sure it’s the right way, whatever the task
His spirit stays with me, leading me through my days
Whispering reassurance when the darkest nights come
Throughout my life, I intend to give Him all my praise
For I know, with Him, to sins and errors I won’t succumb
I can see it in your eyes
your brain ticks over
search supplies
the lie with fall cover
Because mother always used to say be aware of those around you
their reaction to your actions giving clues how to act with them
so I did but it didn’t flick the impulse switch off
appearing distant as if I don’t look
assured I wasn’t tell me off believing I wasn’t
yell at me too need to look already was
now I looked hard saw what I shouldn’t
suddenly impulse takes control
I look so quickly at lying eyes behold
dishonesty or truth the 2 sights sold
see through whilst my impulse confuse
actions speech diverting you
insults words no filter just blurt
yet within all this I still observe
every week my psychology observed
experts spoke to my parents helped me learn
conversations of why I don’t concentrate and learn
adhd gave me selective interests
psychology one where calories invest
I was impressed my hyper mind never rests
find focus and psychology progressed
disguised by impulse so natural
paying attention looking as though I wasn’t at all
made me realise I’m unreadable
and it confuses so learnt to use this tool
random strange so you can’t work out my brain
I'm looking insane whilst I calculate game
focus on situations
knowing their intentions
what motivated seeing their options
string the circumstances
how and what is their rewarding destination to pace on
leave no chances I'm ahead
stop them became so good tease and seem close no problem
make them a fool
you think I’m cruel
avoiding a brawl
make them look small,
them target me retardently,
but I’m weird cus I get psychology
so I fight physical now psycho probably,
but if men didn’t challenge my alpha status
I would live normally,
it’s them but you blame me not their insecurities.
I was 7 or 8 when I first learnt psychology
smart people only use it in defense you see
If I see scum manipulate for selfish gain
I beat them at their own game
From the way she walks, her heart is clearly on the high side
her gracious looks sinks every confidence in so much sand
chances have come and gone, he cracks an empty barrel
she makes it laborious for an admirer to be single
can it be this difficult to mingle and seek consent?
His promises of their bliss still came out in singular tenses
together with his panics, he’s evidently not a player in the game
expressing a not-so matured exposure not far from his cradle
he’s an amazement with the need to step up much higher
he goes into hiding, follow ups are superfluous
he can only get her type in a planet that is cuboid
his lack is cute, so she ditches sophistication
to amazingly give his plain heart a realistic chance.
It started with a little glance
He noticed my face was flushed
I beg him for forgiveness with my lips
Eager emerald eyes gave me away
I purposely waited too late
It’s the last date for choice to be made
“What did you do?” He whispered
“I’m sorry…I can’t! It’s too hard!”
Packing my clothes feeling blue
His angry eyes throw black darts
That stab my pregnant heavy heart
Building tension like steam in a kettle
He yells that I have chosen to die
That the baby inside may not live either
He wants to adopt rather than risk this
He doesn’t want me to die
I want to take my chances rather than abort
It is a warm spring day as flowers bloom green
I feel our love withering from the strain
I don’t have yet the answers
My prayers fall like a leaf in blue lake
Carried away by the cool current
And I must go too live or die
I choose to try motherhood despite the odds.
I met you on a course sixteen years ago
To this day I can remember your face
When we arranged, I didn’t think you’d show?
The museum was our secret meeting place
Though I am certain you have forgotten me
That moment left a deep, lasting impression
And if we met now, I’m sure you’d agree
I don’t need a priest or offer any confession
You gave me hope while tearing my life apart
I galloped and took chances to message you
I shared my thoughts, but never my heart
It was going nowhere, and we already knew
Yes, you were the boost of self confidence
You banished all my hopeless, despondent, apathy
You proved it isn’t ever, ever, too late to dance
And I fell when you shook my family tree
My God the pain as I opened the door
The agony of being free, yet so alone
Four sets of eyes tortured me when I Picked
up my Sainsbury’s bags and I left home
Sixteen years passed since the change of life
I want to thank you with all my heart
Although I left my kids, I escaped my wife
You were the blue touch, the catalyst, the start
David Cox 23/09/20
So in truth my heart is filled up;
Douse with pangs of hurts and miss-trust;
What is it that I live up?
My heart is full, It’s do or die I must;
As I reverence in my inhaling;
Breathing up the unveiling;
My chances are, my chances are;
My heart is full, of deceitful lies;
As I cry
Falling are mind tears from my eye
My heart is full, I’m alive and my blood flows…
On-
from the top of my head to my bleeding toes;
Sadden yet still worrying, fill up yes my heart is full;
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Next item up for bid, a rare coin of mine
Is one 1894 s silver Liberty dime
Only 24 of these coins were minted that year
That is, in San Francisco, let me be clear
In case anyone here has a thought to purloin
We have guards and cameras on this valuable coin
It's merely speculation why so few were minted
The fact is, that's all, they permitted
The superintendent gave most to banker friends
But three were given to his daughter to spend
She spent one on ice cream, the other two she saved
After that,there whereabouts weren't written on page
The chances of you seeing another one like this
Couldn't be calculated on one hundred abacuses
This perfect coin is the best ever seen
And the last one that sold went for two million green
If you've deep pockets, want to impress your friends
My rare silver dime must surely make you grin
For two million I'd say, "Going once" at that price
But now 2.5 million I'd say, "Going twice"
Anything over that I would gladly let it go
Pay three million right now and I'll holler, "SOLD"
By Daniel Turner