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There we sat, a sunny afternoon
The barbie lit, not quite enough flame
Her father fans it, wife tries to explain
Happy families. Two language game
I’ve nothing in common, forgotten their name.
I let myself go, release my sarcastic mood
We’re all inane smiles personified polite
He’s waving at the barbie dust on the food
My wife hangs on to her rage a soaring kite
Mother and son know not the time to be rude
Daughter-in-law’s parents, peasants afar
My stepson, squirming, cursing his luck
New allies for her, from now on life will suck
Mum kisses his head, he’s her pride and joy
His life’s anonymous, she cuddles her boy.
On cue
God his purpose is elusive
What is actually his role?
In our lives and in our planning
What good is worship as a whole?
Don’t we long for independence?
Why would this start up a fuss?
Why should we give God the power
To decide what’s right for us?
We don’t want to be directed
Why wait for his sign and cue?
We could use him as co-pilot…?
That’s the least that we can do
Mind you, we will give the orders
We’ll do exactly as we feel
And when it gets a little tricky
We might scream ’Jesus take the wheel!’
This doesn’t mean that we are cowards
No, it means we have a choice
For in a fair collaboration
Every partner has a voice
Equal say and equal privilege
And we claim it, it’s our right
But we want God to be ready
To find a cure for every plight
Until then, he should be quiet
He should utter not a word
We’ll appreciate his presence
Even more if he’s not heard
As we brazenly continue
See us veer and see us swerve
As our silenced fellow traveler
Waits for his cue to come and serve.
Wendy Nipas
Just noticed for the very first time
My hairline is definitely receding
My crowning glory, my silvery dome
My time here is short I'm conceding
If I ever wind up as Mr. Cue Ball Man
It's my time to close up shop
Basically, it'll be over, over and done
No incentive with no silvery crop
May sound vain, a wee bit conceded
But with this mug that I possess
Really need these charming adornments
Need all the help I can get
To impress the ladies, my hair was it
Running fingers through my silvery locks
They murmured tender sweet love words
Offering me all that they've got
Dream on dear fellow, you sound delusional
It's the total package that's the thing
With or without your silvery locks
As long as you've still got that zing
Le Nouveau Monde,Le bistrot du Lounge
the foods here caused a conversation
One that had several people to find
facts that made them wonder.
In film research, exploratory research
is often referred to as formulative research
or practice-based research. It focuses on
gathering preliminary information to
understand a new topic.There are many
places named "St. Leonard" or "Saint-Léonard"
throughout the world, including in Canada,
Australia, New Zealand,
Saint-Léonard, New Brunswick; Saint-Léonard
Parish, New Brunswick; Saint-Léonard, Quebec;
Saint-Léonard (electoral district), Quebec;
Saint-Léonard—Saint-Michel, Quebec; and
Saint-Léonard—Anjou
, Quebec, there are locations named
St. Leonards in New South Wales,
Tasmania, Victoria
, Newfoundland and Labrador
Hawke's Bay
Otago (New Zealand)
The Treaty of Ghent
The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) is located
on the Franco-Swiss border near Geneva,
Switzerland. St. Leonard is located in
Switzerland, but not directly on the border
. St. Leonard is approximately
100-150 miles from the LHC.
"development stage funding"
One woman told a story of her father dancing around happy
because he had won a contract to supply
leeks, onions and celery
to the caterers of a film company.
He sweetened the deal with a bull two hogs
and 60 chickens: a guy asked did he make a profit, she answered I don't know Mom lefted him after she found him dancing happily with a woman after winning the contract"
From The Research Papers of
Doctor Strangegrinn
Chapter 22 thru 30
objectives and goals
Just noticed for the very first time
My hair line is definitely receding
My crowning glory, my silvery dome
My time here is short I'm conceding
If I ever wind up as Mr. Cue Ball Man
It'll be time to close up shop
Basically it'll be over, over and done
No incentive without my silvery crop
May sound vain, a wee bit conceded
But with this mug that I possess
Really need these charming adornments
Need all the help I can get
To impress the ladies, my hair was it
Running fingers through my silvery locks
They murmured tender sweet love words
Offering me all that they've got
Dream on dear fellow, you sound delusional
It's the total package that's the thing
With or without your silvery locks
As long as you've still got that zing
© Jack Ellison 2013
The Pool Shark
Double or nothing
I go for the gold.
I meet with the devil
and sell him my soul.
Content with the knowledge
I will win it all.
I let him guide me
to the pool hall table.
Dressed in my white suit
with Panama hat.
I stand with my cue
and watch my sucker rack.
As I line up my shot
I hear bets exchanged.
Their values are spoken
with a varying range.
With a gleam in my eye
I strike the cue ball
And watch as my shot
caused the three ball to fall.
I pump my fist in glee
for I called the side pocket
In the ball shot like a
red fiery rocket.
My skills went down hill
and I lost all my cash.
The rest of my game
had gone into the trash.
As I slunk out the door
Old Scratch was waiting for me.
Your soul is mine now
he said with great glee.
As we walked off to hades
that burn with fierce fire.
I sadly learned to deal with the devil
I should never have believed that crafty old liar.