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I've reached the age of sixty, and most things are slowing down
wild parties are a memory, and so is painting up the town
these days we tend to settle on a simple meal for two
with a nice refreshing glass of wine, to see the evening through
we spent the weekends going out driving, which helped me to unwind
it gave us both a break, from life's daily grind
we'd often stop to take a look at a tranquil country scene
back home we used to reminisce, about the places we had been
but my husbands health is failing, he just doesn't seem the same
he's had a lot of major issues, all of which he overcame
his mind it seems to wander, it's like sometimes he's not here
but thinking how he used to be, I often shed a tear
it was hard to see my husband look so small and oh so frail
I still wanted to picture him, as that tall strong handsome male
but no matter what the outcome, my love for him stays strong
I'll always be right here for you, no matter for how long
but yet again our lives would change, in a truly shocking way
I'd had a simple routine check-up on what was a normal day
your results will take a fortnight, come back to get the answer
it was then that they informed me, you have now developed cancer.
This night match was between
EGO and ELITE;
INFLUENCE and AFFLUENCE,
TEEM and TEAM.
Like you know it happened.
May be you don't believe it;
No much treat though, much heat
As hissing sounds turned up into peaceful turbulence.
Bayern Munich, calm down!
It hasn't been up to this.
Barcelona lives matter!
Check on a hardened fan.
Save a live, save many more.
Doing it in turns will be great.
As you check up on one;
And I check up on another,
We have wonder to spread
With the little touch of care
To bring dulling cheers out of ban
But the truth must be told...
Barcelona shocked me o!
E shocked meeeeeeeeeee
Beyond having mercy,
Bayern hacked Messi:
His legs aren't different,
Holding logistics are dejected.
Where dedication is highly spirited.
Wow! Danger is honored strategically.
What a bombshell!
Oooooin, you did well.
Been two years though
When I breathe my last, and my soul takes flight,
You'll see the tears, the feigned sorrow, the hypocrisy in sight.
Those who disliked me, who never lent a hand,
Will eulogize me, with words so grand.
They'll contribute to the coffin, the food, the flowers too,
But when I lived, when I needed them, what did they do?
Not a single hand was raised, not a single voice was heard,
No visits, no kind words, no love that was deserved.
They'll say I was good, I was great, but it's all a lie,
For when I walked among them, they passed me by.
They'll give me flowers when I'm gone, but not when I was alive,
Oh, love me now, show care now, while my heart still thrives.
A dead body can't see, can't feel, can't know,
The tears that fall for me, when I'm gone, don't show.
I don't need help in my coffin, I need it when I'm alive,
Cry now when you see me suffering, help me now when I strive.
They don't talk to you, they don't ask how you are,
They see you struggling, and they just stare.
They take pictures, laugh, and mock your pain,
Your tears make them help, indeed they pray for your downfall in vain.
But when you die, you become good, and they'll be the first to claim,
They'll buy food, flowers, and eulogize you with fame.
Oh, love me now, care for me now, while I'm still here,
Check up on me, ask how I'm doing, show me you care.
There's no harm in showing love, in being kind,
We only live once, and our time is undefined.
Caring is important, for one day you'll need it too,
On the road to success, there's only we, not just you.
Let's love one another, care for each other's plight,
With one heart and one love, we'll make it through the night.
For in the end, it's not the coffin that matters,
But the love we share, the kindness we scatter.
I Am a Time Waster.
I Love to laze away the day.
But I Am Happy. Yea I am A Happy Man.
I have time to appreciate the beauty of Nature,
Never in a hurry. I like to take my time.
I have time to spend with my loving pets.
Time enough to communicate with them, and to play with them.
Time to Feed them. Time to surf the net.
Time to write Poetry and read poems.
Time for Dominoes. Time to Lime. Time to waste.
Time to help others wherever I can. To help someone along the way.
Time to rescue an animal.
Time to hail a friend. Time to chat.
Time to check up on the cricket scores
Or Watch cricket. Time to enjoy a movie or a good documentary.
Time to eat and drink. Time to laugh. Time to joke.
Time to daydream and reminisce. Time to go to bed. Time to sleep. Time to dream.
Time to think of doin something else. Time to end this poem........this story.
To reclaim needless expenditure, allow the MP's to repay
No matter the total, let the law courts have their say
Now our economy has taken a turn for the best
Restructuring internally an injection of zest
Now, let's look after our pensioners, and place them in jail
They'll have showers, walks and hobbies, where their care won't fail
From unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical aid
Wheel chairs aplenty, not a penny will they have paid
Constant video monitoring, instant assistance if they fell
Bedding washed and changed twice a week, soon they'll be well
Having someone check up on them, every twenty minutes or so
Bringing meals to their cells, watch the smile in them grow
Families visit in a suite, for their purpose and nothing more
Enjoying Snooker, Pool and Sky TV, and a Library to explore
Clothing would be provided, shoes, slippers, PJ's and Legal Aid
It's all free on request, oh my! certainly no charges to be made
They would also have gardens and lovely exercise yards
Computers, TV and Radio and as many as they want, phone cards
No longer would there be a Matron, a board of directors there will be
A code of conduct for the officers, strictly adhered to, you'll see
And what of the poor prisoners I hear your minds start to think
How will they cope, these poor souls left on the brink
Well, they'll get by with cold food, left alone unsupervised
All lights turned off at eight, as they will internally cry
Mind you they will shower once a week, live in a tiny little room
A figure of £600.00 a week they won't flout, with no getting out soon
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Okay, so Mom got me my own smart-phone,
now I can have fun when I’m home alone.
I can see the addiction to this thing,
I can finally buy myself some bling.
Oh wait, a text from Fluffy-Bell,
Tuesday’s play-date went really well.
“Girl, check out the new food site,
that tuna’s got sauce with every bite!
Oh hey, wait, I’m get’in a text,
yeah, it’s from that smexy tabby, Rex.
Ooh, ooh, he wants a play-date, too,
oh geez, what am I going to do?
Got to go girl and get some bling,
afterwards I’ll give you a ring.
I can’t let him see me in this old collar,
I don’t want him thinking I live in squalor.
Here’s one, it’s full of pink rhinestones,
I’m going to order it on my new smart-phone.
Oh wait, I can't find Mom’s credit card,
you know, web shopping’s awfully hard.
Now I’ll have to manipulate Mom;
bookmarking this site, I’ll leave my phone on.
She’ll check up on me and see what I want,
then, I’ll get a new collar to flaunt.
Yeah girl, it really does work,
Mom worships me, she’s no jerk.
I’m her “widdle-purrrdy-girl”,
I’m her BFF in this world!
Personification - Pets Talking Poetry Contest
Constance La France
6-5-2022
Personality
I will never give up
Cos you hate me
Your opinion over my life
Remains your burden
The last time I checked
I am living my life
I am up to date
So let me be
Water got no enemy my friend
What will it give you to see me in pain
Will it pay you if am down and weak
Is that what you wish for me
Oh now you are surprise I keep moving
You thought I will remain where you wish
Life is sad when people are not happy with ones success
I never remember the last time you check up on a brother
Yet you have my name
on your lips just to bully my
Personality
Personality
I am who I am
I do what I want
I work out my life
I am focus to my dreams
I am royal to my struggles
I am who I chose to be
Don’t test me for nothing brother
Cos you can never know until you know
Despise me not for your hate
Am never your problem
Yes am not your worst nightmare
So when ever you come across my shadows brother respect my
Personality
Who is Not the Liar
By Franklin Price
1/17/2016
Who is not the liar
It's really hard to tell
When it comes to politicians
You should really know them well
Their first and main intention
Is to get your valued vote
If they have to lie to do it
It is not a thing of note
They're kind of like the internet
Because they said it, it is true
You better check up on it
It's the least that you should do
Don't vote and follow blindly
Don't just go with party lines
Evaluate the candidates
To see what's on their minds
And when your own position
Is as theirs that you perceive
Then look closely at their record
To see if that's what they believe
As I said at the beginning
If there's truth it's hard to tell
If they believe it, can they do it?
If they can it would be swell
But definitions of positions
For which politicians run
Make comments often meaningless
To get your votes and just for fun
When making your decisions
Taking votes down from the shelves
Cast for ones who think somewhat of you
And a little less about themselves
what’s the bloodiest, the goriest
it’s what they’re really hoping for
but bread and butter routine falls
uninjured, aging vulnerables
just needing putting back to bed
or in their chair, their blanket days
with smiles as they’re left alone
strong but crying inwardly
the cold and lonely prison home
we drive away hoping that
someone will check up on them
and after shift when we’re in bed
thinking are they still there sat
where we left them hours past
have they eaten, have they ‘been’
that’s the toughness no-one sees
or wants to hear or gives a damn
or interested when they ask
what’s the worst call that you had
He's in self-isolation keeping company
a rooftop crow reminding him
a wiser authority is still at work!
No sense of distance within four walls
sickroom alien, where dawn comes early
and long night falls.
He's lost track of time, the pilgrim soul in him
finds no harbor to anchor, plays monopoly with
his mind, thinking of Galileo: “the larger the machine, the greater its weakness.”
Conjures a theory of “Chinese virus” as spirit wrapped in embryo waiting for the opportune moment
to rule the world, a living locked in its own order by
the magnitude of its destruction, clearly one cannot grant an invisible giant
the same proportion of limbs as an ordinary enemy.
Push up, stretch, and climbing up and down the stairs,
he calculates the rate of death as the speed by which
life is saved, it's always good to spin the positive, and
he thinks of the virus as a snow emergency using old shovels
to deal with it, or a bowline knot that comes untied with ease
on a fisherman's boat in wild, boisterous ocean, and then his mind
conjures the word “cross-mutation,” readaptation of an idea
from one artifact to another, now wondering if the virus has come from
outer orbits or is a cell phone disease, or the tree of life re-enacting
an old theme, full of words such as tension, compression, torsion, shear, bending, and
destruction, but then again he thinks of it as a material form, in need of cutting, hammering, grasping, scraping, splitting, piercing, re-shaping, and measuring.
And time passes and suddenly, he is in company with god,
that drops by late hours to check up on him, reminding him with
genuine equanimity, nature is capable of designing traces of extraordinary
polarization.
We are on sojourn
myself and I, breaking the monopoly of
his mind.