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So this is it. It’s finally here.
Your last school day has come
No more morning drop offs
No more rushed school run.
No more sandwiches to pack
No more sports kit to acquire
No frantic searching for the socks
Hiding somewhere in the dryer
No more crazes to embrace
No whirring fidget spinners
No scoubidos or scooters
No more school hot dinners
No more earnest pleas for help
Or passionate persuasions
To help with your maths homework
And solve quadratic equations !
A vista stretches far behind
When you were very young
And had to have your hair combed flat
But never in a bun !
Mum was taking all the flack
When your bottom lip would wobble
Armed with just a hairbrush
And a Clare’s, Pink Princess, bobble
Selling cakes and muffins
When cake stall day came round
Besieged by hungry children
At the home time bells shrill sound
Scrubbing out car carpets
With some enzyme killing spray
And vowing I would NEVER
Take you back to “Shakeaway”
No more sunny sports days
Then a picnic under trees
Nor helping at school discos
When the heat hit 80 degrees !
No more frantic walks to school
No chatting at the gate
No more nudge to hurry up
So we didn’t sign in late
No more uniform to buy
No September feet to measure
No school concerts to attend
And glow with pride and pleasure
No more avid watching
For the slightest trace of snow
Yearning for a snow day
Tuned to local radio
No more parents evenings
Time to sort out all the debts
To remember all those good times
and never have regrets.
We will treasure all these moments
Hold them close within our heart
There are other seas for you to sail
So soon you must depart.
These memories are so precious
These moments are so rare
So wherever life’s path takes you
If you need us - we’ll be there.
they body shame
they spew hate posts dipped
in virulent venom
vehemence for the voluptuous
crazy mad about the curves
mocking the well stocked
where do they get all the hate
wait!!!
they manufacture it
burning off calories
they work themselves into
hate hysteria
zero sized is no prize
what makes thin, in?
Beauty goes through phases
women through their crazes
must fit the body type
that's the hype
fashion famished
emaciated models
thigh gap miles wide
poking bones they can't hide
unhealthy unwell
they send the fat ones to hell
well....
big booty bullies
think they'll get away
with what they write
with what they say
they have no shame
lame...they're so lame!!
haters will hate
to give a damn?
it's too late!
Beauty isn't a size
it's in what you see with your eyes
the beauty within
is not limited
to fat or to thin
it's the size of your heart
so shut up and get smart
Listen to this big girl
Take a bow, take a twirl
Sexy unbound to size
GET WIZE!
Be Body Beauty Brave
Silence the Shamers
Give them a smile
knowing what you do
about BARE truth:
Better to have thick thighs
than thick sick minds....
Eileen Manassian
I follow Tess Holliday on Instagram and Facebook. I love that woman. It really angers me what haters write to her. Her message is simple: Big woman have the right to feel beautiful too. Plain and simple. Haters...move on!
Most of us fear getting old nowadays,
we try everything to help stay healthy;
thinking immortality might be fun,
we eat well, exercise, consult doctors.
But, aging is just a part of living,
we started the moment of our birth;
yet some of us were born with an old soul,
and that's exactly what happened to me.
Since a little girl I have just seemed old,
well, at least had a beautiful old soul;
that's what all my family always said,
oh yes, they said that girl has an old soul.
My skin is not baby smooth anymore,
and bones creak a little now and again;
my hair is not that of a young woman,
yet, my physical beauty seems frozen.
For there is inner beauty shining bright,
with deep inner knowledge beyond my years;
I have old ears for slow nostalgic tunes,
appreciating quiet, mindful time.
Oh, I am the epitome of calm,
I have no interest in the fashion crazes;
loving vintage and interesting instead,
because my grandma said- I was born old.
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June 4, 2019
Poetry/Verse/A Beautiful Old Soul
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1149-953-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Welcome to the 90's!
Dial-up, pogs and frosted tips.
A decade to spice up your life,
Take a moment to reminisce
Blockbuster's and pic-a-flic's
Tamagotchi's, SNES, MSN
Slap bracelets everywhere
Burnt C'D's for your discman
Met Forrest Gump and Mrs. Doubtfire
Travelled with Thelma and Louise
Dreamed to work at Empire Records
All through the VCR, rewind please...
We cheered Tiger woods and Armstrong
Both pre-scandal at the time
Saw McGuire's 70th home run!
Watched Gretzky retire #99
We saw Harding take out Kerrigan
and OJ Simpson try a glove,
Holyfield lost a bite of ear
and John Bobbitt lost his love
Mandela released from prison
Kevorkian went inside
We witnessed the fall of Waco
and we cried for Columbine
We said goodbye Mother Teresa
She meet Diana up in Heaven,
We mourned Tupac and Biggie
Cobain is forever twenty-seven
We were cool as ice at hammer time
in our baggy jeans and plaid
And we met a sheep named Dolly
So it wasn't all that baaa-d
It was the decade of Titanic
and the birth Harry Potter
Google was born in a garage
As the internet got hotter
Dance crazes and impeachments
And found out we could supersize
It ended all with Y2K
So there's the 90's, with a side a fries :)
we're trapped, and,
inherently speaking
those of us here don't want us to escape : )
what a : )
........
life is time
time is life
it is mine
like a wife
there is no contradiction
(that is not how) it seems
we live in an abstract
(multi-dimensional) the means
ah, the mazes
the phases
the faces
of time
when will it end
these crazes of mine
when
will it end
these hazes of line
....
i see,
said the ban-she,
you are of the hinge
...me!?...am of the cringe,
the lock and the key...so please
allow me to flee...not flea...
oh gawd...it's all up to me...
it's enough to make one screee
...mmm...i've got a thought...a short time out,
try some p_t : )
......hmmm....a bit better....
now for meaning and force of letter,
..........
...need some supper.
Longevity
What endures in this material world?
What escapes the creeping hand of rust
Motheaten, our memories unfurl
The beauty of the rose lost in rose dust.
Hard gemstones splinter beneath time’s pressure
Mold invades the gowns sown of silver
The artist’s paint crazes, past their endeavor
Even the sun burns towards it’s fiery end.
For such a time as this each day comes
Facing wrinkles of time, starlight’s frailty,
Under the wind whipped, battered, labarum
The withering heart knows one true reality.
Only love never rusts, never ages,
Eternal, the dancing soul on Heaven’s stage.
If ... trust with
what ... mind says
Many times.. feel
many things broken
When.... inteligence
plays its own game
to give.....win...see
many times gifts are gotten
Everything is nice
but in their own places
Soul feels and smiles itsel
nothing but crazes