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Smiles bloom like flowers in the sun,
As children race, their laughter runs.
Eyes sparkle bright with pure delight,
In this magical playground site.
Little hands reach for the sky,
On swings that make them feel they fly.
Hearts beat fast with joyous thrill,
As they zoom down the sliding hill.
Friendships form in sandbox play,
Building castles day by day.
Giggles bubble, spirits soar,
On seesaws rising more and more.
Cheeks flushed pink with a happy glow,
As round and round the merry-go.
Proud faces beam on monkey bars,
Feeling strong as a superstar.
In this world of climbing and running,
Every child's a shining sun.
Playground magic, pure and true,
Where happiness is always new.
Dear Mr Politician why can’t you see
The destruction and chaos in your own country
Kensington Philadelphia
The big black hole
Desperate for help
For its lost troubled souls
Sitting on a footpaths
Filth all around
Searching for a vein
That cannot be found
Homeless, addicted
Suffering, pain
Guilt, despair
Sadness , blame
Violence, abuse
Rejection, neglect
Having never known value,
Worth or respect
Helpless, trapped
Desperate ,alone
No food, no shelter
Nowhere to call home
Infection ,sickness
In body and mind
Slowly dying
From a life so unkind
Open wounds on body,
heart and soul
Numbing agony
But never whole
Body and spirit battered
Buried dreams and goals
Wasted talent
Descending further in the hole
Tragic stories of childrens
Unheard pleas
Abandoned and unloved
Destined for addiction disease
No protection when children
No hugs when they cried
Now lost beings
Broken inside
Now vulnerable individuals
Ignored and unseen
In need of kindness and compassion
To get healthy and clean
They are not invisible
Are no less than you
Just stuck in affliction
Not knowing what to do
So…Mr Politician why don’t you see
The help needed in your own country
A dire situation in your very own nation
A big black hole ladened with lost troubled souls
I remember when you were sixteen
So young and full of life
You were brave and accepted any dare
You took all burdens and strife
Then you met a girl of your dreams
You said she took your breath away
Your bond seemed indestructible
Pure joy written in your face
Then one day an illness claimed her life
But with it she took your soul
And every attempt to console your grief
Couldnt make your broken heart whole
You secluded yourself from others
Spent hours alone up in your room
We all thought you would heal in time
But were blind to the impending doom
Your Mom came to wake you for school
But when she knocked there was no reply
That day will haunt me forever
When I heard heard her horrific cries.
I dashed in a panic to the bedroom
Found you cradled in your Mothers arms
Your body limp with lifeless eyes
Your last memory caused such harm
Four days later our family gathered
To lay your tattered soul to rest
Tears flowed out like a raging river
It shows the broken hearts you left
So parents heed this warning
Dont take for granted your childrens tears
Do whatever it takes to help them through
Dont let suicide claim what you hold dear.
Legend has it, that in the land of Bedelay,
there resides a tribe of Elder, Wood Fey.
Faerie keepers of the Elder trees,
who ride upon the whispering breeze.
The Elder or the Sambucus,
has bred many magical instruments.
Its blackened berries, keep you well;
but red ones sound a true death knell.
And the magic of an elder harp,
played at dusk, just before dark;
can lull you into deepest sleep,
as dreams into your head, doth creep.
Elder Mother, she will share,
her secrets with those, napping there.
Beware though, make offering unto her tree,
Before partaking, and she’ll bless thee.
The Wood Fey, guard Elder Mother well;
disrespect her and you’re under a spell.
You could easily become an Elder Tree;
if you don’t believe, dare and you’ll see.
Never cross, Elder Mother, the Wood Fey
or any other being, in their vicinity.
Otherwise, an Elder tree,
she’ll make of thee!
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Musica El Rubbia
He thought it cute the way she treated him. Mortals often use emotions to express there disappointment he spoke. He married even with these faults, spoke Aphroditie. She had his children and in the delusional state of togetherness she thought she could satisfy a God! Grandiose plans to reform a dieti often is seen as delusional and done by someone who hides behind a facade. A person that beleives in lies might be a lie: or a liar herself.Constant infidelity and threats of separation are signs of a divioce, might they wish or are in agreement. A fool follies in the murky swamps to only wish for someone to find them. Who narrarates there path to redemption.Hecate deceived Ares who had 10 of her 13 children. When Hecate was found cheating with Aether. Ares left him while Hacate was on Hiatus. she then sleep with Rhadamanthus during a passionate love affair, and changed all of Hacates childrens names to her fathers lastname making them her brothers and sisters. When Hacate came home he cursed her with a storm that only hoover over her house. Shiva the maid was asked to find an instrument to break the spell before the foundation crumbled. Shiva asked the male-witch Hypnos for use of the conch, used in rituals to create cosmic sounds or wield divine power. This would counter-act the spell and would put Hecate to sleep for an eternity. Appolo told Hacte of what his wife was doing.Hacate laughed, and said "she is a mortal, with mortal ways," Apollo told Hacte to go to her with the foolish woman playing the instrument and fall upon your knee's and hold your ears, and pretend to be asleep, I will come and take you from there to have her to beleive she has made you to sleep for eternity. During the festival of winter Hacate came baring gifts and asked his wife to for give him, she refused and asked Shiva to play the conch, she did and Hacate fell to his knee's and and pretended to be a sleep, the rain stopped and all was queit. Apollo came and asked the woman," are ye to smile at the stopping of the rain, and now that he sleeps who shall stand by him forever?" Ares looked to Apollo and said stand before me only to leave and with you might he never again be here. Take him and leave!Apollo levitated Hacate and disapeared forever asleep. So Ares and her children thought.
One Horse Town
The boardwalks full of people only two stood in the street.
The showdown of the century counting down to thirty feet.
Black Bart said this towns too small for you and I to both be in it.
Today's the day we found out which one of us will win it.
Handy Randy took a spit and looked up at the sun.
He said yep, the truth be known by the time this day is done.
A hush fell over the town folks mother's hid their children's faces.
The two men in the desert sun walked just a few more paces.
The sheriff called out that's close enough! I'm a countin down from three.
Who's the best in all the west this whole damn town will see.
When he called that magic number Barts face turned black as night.
Handy Randy drew his pencil and they both sat down to write.
Randy wrote of springtime rain and the sound of childrens laughter.
Bart penned a verse about Randy moving on to the hereafter.
Then Randy wrote another verse so quick he made it rhyme.
The sheriff said time is up Bart finished just in time.
They filed into the saloon and they ordered up a drink.
While the judges read their writings and told them what they think.
Again the crowd grew quiet as they eagerly watched the show.
Old Hank from the hardware store said he really liked Barts flow.
The blacksmith from the stable stood up and cleared his throat.
And in almost a whisper said I loved what Randy wrote.
Bill that ran the old hotel said there ain't use denying.
My wife is a Randy fan but she always ends up crying.
The barber from on down the street trembled neath Barts gaze.
He said Barts poetry's kinda dark but he likes it anyways.
Some town folks started clapping you could hear the women sigh.
For the third year in a row the judges ruled a tie.
For some folks love the softer side while there's some that like it deep.
And not all men do their dreaming at night while fast asleep.
Once again the call was made the choice was handed down.
Black Bart and Handy Randy stay in this one horse town.
Edwin C Hofert
Thank you Sweet Lord
For this wonderful day
The comfort I slept in
The bed where I lay
My faith in my waking
Was never in doubt
Your Love in abundance
I’m never without
I’ve lived on the edge
In my thoughts and my deeds
But each time I fall Lord
You fulfil my needs
I know I’m not perfect
Not even that close
But know in my heart
That I love you the most
You’ve lovingly made me
From nothing but dust
To live among nature
To bathe in your trust
I fail in my goals Lord
I’m often so wrong
But my faith in your Saviour
Is righteous and strong
I cry and I argue
As misdeeds come my way
Bewilderment, sadness
Extremes of dismay
But time heals all wounds
And you’ve never as yet
Burdened my soul
With more than regret
Money and power
The chains that men wear
Evil incarnate
The emblem they wear
The Heavens seem broken
Hell’s taking its toll
I wish I could help Lord
Mankind find his soul
The wings of the Angels
Too heavy for carriage
Set loose from loves cradle
An eniquitous marriage
Find favour in hatred
In Evil find rapture
While the souls of the living
They wantonly capture
Does the fate found in Fatima
Herald our ending
Or is it a portent
That mankind is bending
To the will of the Devil
Corruption and vice
Can you feel mans compassion
Enshrouded in Ice
Oh! What will it take
For to open our eyes
To see through the Evil
This fabric of lies
Come! Lend us your wisdom
Help us see past our fears
Your wonderous truth
Let it wipe dry our tears
The paths that I followed
Far too often misled
To stray from your side Lord
Is the fear that I dread
I yearn for my children
In a world I don’t know
And I’ll Cry and I’ll Pray
For the sweet seeds they’ll sow
Last night I fell into a deep sleep,
my cat precious slept with me.
I could swear that old Mother Moon,
slept with us, I swear, it’s true.
Mother Moon she’s truly wise,
but she get’s tired, I surmise.
The thing that puzzles me the most,
when she’s asleep, how does she glow?
Perhaps she’s playing a trick on me,
I wonder if Precious ever sees,
her opening her eyes during the night;
boy, that would be funny, alright.
I’ll wait awhile, pretending I’m asleep,
then when Moon isn’t looking, I’ll take a peek.
I’ll see if I can catch her open eyes,
I’ll bet she’ll get a big surprise!
Dread felled my fellows hearts, woes unseen from those on high
Bled, swells my fellows hearts, foes unseen from hills nigh'
Crashing, sweeping, weeping, boom and splashing, near imposing doom
Locked in the mortal struggle gloom and gnashing of teeth, untidy groom
Dusty fields span the horizon, vast as any ocean seen
Grizzly bodies ash like iron, casting shadows over scene
Swords and sheilds differ, where heroes have lain before
Battles the same occur, when politics tend to ignore.
Ghastly figures huddle amidst the filth and pray
Strange sounds echo adrift, fires lithe by day
Unknowing the missions ends, purpose to what is wrought?
Childrens pale faces grim, failing to see purpose fought.
He is listening to Mozart with his feet up,
too mature to get into all the drama anyhow.
There are fluffy marshmallows in his cocoa cup.
their work has been done for a fortnight now.
Mrs. Claus comes in and asks "Do you know where....?"
and he replies, "I do not know, and I do not care."
His great-great-great-great-great-great grandson as boss was no whim.
He trusts him completely as his great great great greats trusted him.
He gets up to get the Chex Mix and asks his wife if she wants some and of course it is his specialty, and so she does.
He smiles at the memories of things that he remembers, that always started out with the best book and the word 'Twas".
They hear the current Santa yelling out orders, and Santa smiles,
relieved all of his stress is long gone from his body, and his soul.
He had his days and they were marvelous, but now it is someone else's turn to represent the goodness of the North Pole.
His eyes close, and he visualizes all the fun he had.
Glad he can still remember.
Also glad he took yoga, ice fishing, tobogganing, pilates, zumba, and meditation in the month of November.
Because frankly up until a week ago he was not letting all this frantic and frolic go easily.
Convinced that all of the world childrens' happiness is entirely "up to me!"