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This for all the times the walls came tumblin’ down
A fire burned and when all the doors closed you stuck around
U did what u had to do, u came through, there from the start
Letting nothing get in the way, u took a challenge to the heart
An ode to those who fight and stand up for what’s right
Ur contribution is felt, ur choices are noticed
Most by the ones who side u knelt by
U let them know it was blue past the dark sky
Turned back when u could’ve left
Along with ur feelings, u took mine around to cart
Doing what you can to make things better, a challenge to the heart
Knowing I have someone who I can rely on
To be by my side till I’m dead and gone
Someone who carried my torch when I couldn’t
Made me take the next step when I thought I shouldn’t
U took a challenge to the heart when I wouldn’t
Ure the ones who deserve the credit
While no one thinks about it, I said it
I know ure value, cuz I’ve walked ure mile
These are the real people with class and style
Ones who make you smile when there’s no hope
When u think thoughts of suicide are the only way to cope
Thanks to those who follow things through from the start
Those who take a challenge to the heart
To all the heroes in my life
Chris Delegans © 1996
I am a human of skin and bone
That has always felt alone
My parents ruled with fear
A heavy use of fists when near
Autism limited me to learn
So Teachers neglect in turn
Children thought it was fun
To bully me and run
I am a human of skin and bone
To afraid to challenge them all
My head is full of darkness
As humans can be heartless
I have done nothing wrong
But punished all along
I don't want to run and hide
But one person's by my side
A person who had a glow
Loved and helped me grow
Taught me to be nice
Who gave lifes great advice
I am a human of skin and bone
With years full of lists of foes
A lot of anger built inside
My temper I could not hide
Fights caused a lot of hurt
With bruises and bloody shirts
The trouble that I got in
Made me look like a sin
Parents aren't in my phonebook
Bullies tremble with one look
School is a thing of the past
But hatred for teachers last
I am a human of skin and bone
Constantly frown and moan
Needing something to change
Redirect me from the rage
A pen carved me a new path
Writing jokes to make laughs
Funny poems full of rhyme
Helped me in tough times
It was easy to write about pain
Life stories and try in vain
To capture lifes whole truths
While I battle on through
I am a human of skin and bone
Learning to write on my own
Spelling came with ease
Grammar was more tricky
Now an accomplished poet
With my books taken credit
Awards and competitions won
And it all felt like fun
Finally getting my life on track
Trying not to look back
I now have a baby to keep safe
Who'll never have evil to face
I appreciate
The patriotic voices
It does my heart good
I truly believe
In what makes this country great
But I would say this:
The Constitution
And Bill of Rights created
To ensure freedom
Against tyranny
And to stop invaders from
Attacking our homes
We have the right to
Should pack a gun...
Having the right to
Be free goes hand in hand with
The right to feel safe
If we continue
To argue over our right
To security
We are betraying
The very thing we fought for
In all the wars past
We are no longer
Truly free because we now
Are captives of fear
We are so afraid
Of being insensitive
Offending someone...
We've allowed thousands
Of "sleepers" to live with us
Freely, unchallenged
Waiting for the time
The signal to attack us
Again and again
While we were sleeping
Enemies crawled in our beds
They destroy our dreams...
Would you invite your
Enemy to your house to
Sit at your table?
Right to privacy?
We gave that up long ago
It's an illusion
Each time we logon
To the web to conduct our
"Personal" business...
Each time we apply
To obtain that credit card
To purchase more "things"...
Willingly we will
Give up the rights to privacy
For financial gain
Making money is the
"Great American Way"
Nothing wrong with that
But when it comes to
National security
We whine, hem and haw...
We won't compromise
When it's not profitable
Even for life's sake...
In a brilliant enchanted faerie forest, where deer were fed,
There was a mature, yet slightly miniature thistle bed,
Under shiny maple leaf completely opposite of red,
Was a tiny waif named Joyce resting her sweet empowered head
She had an independent streak, this petite, yet precocious mite.
Some people were afraid of her pure willingness to incite.
She questioned everyone in her village, with all of her might.
She let them know her opinions too, which were exceedingly bright.
She started with her parents, who role-modeled communication,
“Why? Who? When?” She would ask, “How can we get peace across the nation?”
She worked with some teachers, many who wanted reunification.
Pulled out community leaders, and neighbors, some in hibernation.
She advocated for the downtrodden, the unrepresented, and the oppressed.
“I’m here to help you fix the forest,” she answered, with understanding and finesse.
“Let’s listen to her,” the forest king said, “A child can help us clean up this mess.”
“Okay,” the committee agreed. They were all feeling exasperated and stressed.
She gave them her fantastic ideas of ruling the people by giving them a choice.
Some were dubious, irritated they had to listen to a knowledgeable elf named Joyce.
“Children still know how to follow their hearts,” the Forest King said. His amber brown eyes were moist.
The room hushed, and a corpulent engineer named Beau brought in a giant purple and pink hoist.
Joyce lifted high stood proud and tall, and spread her beautiful silver and gold translucent wings.
As she spoke the truth, her parents smiled and her credit-taking teachers began to sing.
Remember we are here to do our best, to inspire each other to really shine with zing.
“So be kind and gentle, thoughtful and good; and our amazing village will really be something!”
On july 21'st 1942, seventy seven ANZAC
militia, had a breath taking view.' Imperial
Jappanese forces fourteen thousand strong..Moved upon Kokoda they moved
Back let them take the village, yet soon the
Test would be on.! They fanned out in the
Jungle; each side of that thin trail, the first Firefight was soon joined, and forty enemies died all entailed, six Aussies out of
Action, now only 71 guns full strength, they had
Decided their tactics, exact a toll for each
pace lent...Every foot of this track.'
Every inch would cost real dear.' They intended to drive into the Jappanese forces, pangs of caution and
fear, after a week the advace was at a
crawl, Jappanese deaths now in
Hundreds.' And the Aussies began recieving calls..Douglas MacArthur exclaimed and complained.' They were cowards going backwards.' They should be immovable on that bloody trail, he railed.' They were having none of it..By now the Jappanese were
Much slower moving , both sides had
Dysentry and maleria and skin ulcers..
And old MacArther he still
Railed..Third week and two hundred
ANZACS reinforced the gallant few, their
Punishment escalated the Jappanese still
Trying to push through.' By the twenty forth
Of September they were 450 men strong
So they began ' counter attacking' hitting
out strong.' We all know the story they
drove on to the sea..Smashing the enemy
Who were now on their knees.' Old Doug
MacArther..Here I give him his dues addmited his under-estimation.' The ANZACS did know what to do.' He hailed
Them as fearless ( for their time best in the
World ) and soon we will see Australia day
All credit.' And honour my praises i hurl.'
At
To the feet of the 77..And those who
joined the fray
In who kept freedoms light burning,
and their country itself un-dimmed those days,
It could have been disaster.' Upon that tough dirt trail, but the ANZACS endured their country
They never failed..So stand up Australia on
The twenty sixth to celebrate the spirit that
Thats uniqely in your mix.' Play march and
Celebrate..Under the clear blue skies..its
All to do.' C'mon and see your great
country through.
In peacefull celebrations flood the streets
And parks and beaches, too this a time ( that belongs to you' )
Dear Shari Todd – written July 29, 2015
While rifling thru outdated writing,
which virtual thumbing
wrought non deadly chancre “FAKE” blister
(long thee envy o' this wordy mister
a reference to mine youngest sister
prior tuff fall lout dynamic
emotional frenzied analogous
rapacious seditious tempestuous twister)
Tis hospitality of yar behalf
to league gal lee
tender our lovely daughter
begat in part by meself,
whose punctured psyche doth chaff
at mine severe prepubescent short comings,
which trajectory of teen years,
a downward line on spiro (Agnew) graph
which deprivations well nigh
finds a civil war raging
against one half of ma being
(Oh Henry), a Harris son,
who these days genuinely
tries his Level best
at lighter side of life to laugh
comedy of errors, boot
haunting visions visit Twelfth Night
figuratively brow beat
like an unseen dis staff.
glad that Shana (thee darling daughter
afflicted with cognitive development
entailing homebased intervention) wince
she blossomed into
a beautiful young lady,
now under Dunning aegis (bonanza) since
emotionally stable, and quiet
on western (Bend,
Oregon) front, rinse
sing with yar incredible credit karma,
her existence Quince
sud dental (juiced teething),
living with papa,
would mount to a travesty,
sham, mockery...if superficial
only perp pull reigning “FAKE” Prince
likely to barrel within
outward bound mince
meted MainLiners along here
built “mini mansion” homes
NOT bedecked with chintz
at 724 west railroad avenue
(previous address of this bummer)
anyway, should ill fate befall
like an overstuffed blintz
if this king Lear Rick Hill
wannabe meets fatal doom,
thy "mother abby" would
get panic stricken (rue...
Long live the USA, my native land, the birthplace
of my granddaughter, Shelby Renae.
Let's teach our grandchildren how to be kind.
To be thoughtful is a talent well-defined.
Don't wait until the Fourth, start today.
So many dynamos here keep up a steady pace
Let's say, "Thank You, USA!"
We disregard people, they feel left behind.
"Ingratitude is treason to mankind."
Say, "Thank You, USA," ev'ry day.
This Fourth honor your fellow citizens just because...
you can, Thank folks for their time,
was "Forty Hour Week", Alabama's catchy phase.
Overlooking people is an offense, a thoughtless crime.
A smile gives credit and helps to crush malaise.
Busy cheering every step, where'er your networks cross
happy is the heart that eyes the climb.
Some hearts, running on empty, are laboring in a daze.
Let's fuel them, they are drained-out pumps we can prime;
Make this holiday worth the effort; celebrate with praise.
line 9: quote by James Thomson, Scottish poet, 1700-1748
http://www.worldofquotes.com/author/James+Thomson/1/index.html
line 13: song title, http://www.lyricsdepot.com/alabama/40-hour-week.html
In the wake of the holidays
The hustle and bustle are no more,
And pieces of wrapping paper
No longer dance across the floor.
The bells are silent
Without donating a ring,
The rhythm of Christmas carols
We no longer sing.
Crumpled shopping lists
Adorn empty carts,
As new toys begin
To lose their small parts.
Decorations are taken down
And boxed up till next year,
Strangers pass by
With no greetings of cheer.
Stores offer big sales
On leftover stuff,
And New Year’s resolutions
Become very tough.
Santa hangs up his hat
As he fades quietly away,
Kids return to school
As routine returns the day.
A quiet calmness
Settles over the winter season,
As cabin fever sneaks in
Trapping us for no reason.
In the wake of the holidays
When the excitement slips away,
Its our credit cards
For the next year we pay.
A great new loan rate
for your New Year plans
it is the very best
each week we gain more fans.
We"ll screw you blooming silly
yes we will milk you dry,
have you paying interest
till the day you die!
Much worse than a student loan
or an equity release
we hound you every week,
you never get no peace.
We"re an experienced provider
with award-winning product range
if you don"t get in touch
we"ll think you very strange.
You can cry "Mis-sold"
when you try to go to court
but we have stitched you up
and your efforts we will thwart.
We even sell you health care
that when you might be ill,
we promise you the earth
but you took to many pills!
There is no credit crunch
you are our money onus
don"t believe the press reports
that we made a ten Mill bonus!
You cause damaging delay
to this countries January sales
if you don"t sign up now
the World economy could fail!
We do nothing but special offers
of that you will discover
we even say no way
to warranty breakdown cover.
We bring it all together
you get ten days for free
then process you so quick
you"re locked in without a key!
So you pick up that phone
and give us quick a call
why would a decent person
even attempt to stall.
You know your Country needs you
there is no stumbling block
my goodness you must hurry
it is going limited stock!
You have made us happy Bankers
what more can be said
oh, we need to repossess your home
your balance just turned Red!
So sorry about that
but you should not have bet
that in this World decline
you could repay our debt.
Well a lesson has been learned
you must stay out the Red
don"t part with hard earned cash
just shove it below your bed!
Too many are so greedy
at first you might not see,
but if you really must lose money
just send it all to Me!
I'm Restless and defeated
Feeling overwhelmed and cheated
My Plate about to topple
Don't you dare pop that waffle
Shut your mouth and the door
Clean the dog pee off the floor
Fit to be tied, mouth foaming
Computer died, phone roaming
Don't look at me with that cheesy grin
My patience, like ice, that's growing thin
Just finished my Alaskan shower
Thanks to you bathing for an hour
Spent my last dollar topping off my tank
Just to find, my car won't crank
Pants ripped when I bent over
Picking up a 3 leafed clover
Dog ran off, didn't think he'd go far
As luck would have it, he was hit by a car
thought we'd spend the day, saying goodbye
Would you believe, he didn't die
At the vet, running up my credit
I'll revise my budget again and re edit
Sporting a cone around his head
The doctor said he should be hand fed
It's ok, I have time to spare
Out of work due to an allergy flare
Looking like a blowfish with chicken pox
Hamster got loose at the delight of a fox
Kids called the cops for animal abuse
Handcuffed for 2 hours before they let me loose
Neighborhood kids, come knocking
I wish I could say it was the least bit shocking
Leaving doors open, letting in the flies
I hide in the bathroom and find I have spies
Little feet under the shower curtain
Bottoms spanked, hands hurtin
Crawl in the bed at 1 a.m.
Sleep for 5 hours, then do it again