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TRIBUTE TO HUNDRED THIRD BIRTHDAY OF DAD
My reverence on Birthday to Dad!
Being oldest among your children I had
best nearness enjoying your affection
and love with my utmost satisfaction.
Since my very childhood I was your part
I received you so close to core of heart.
You are my Idol-Philosopher-guide.
I considered you as man bona fide.
You taught universal moral values
To my children I transferred those views.
Always tried to follow your advice
protecting from malice and vice.
My success gave you more pleasure than yours.
You stood beside me while grief to endure.
You are no more, yet our souls interact
on special moments: Amazing fact.
03/05/2020
SASSY MY LABBY
Mom and Dad always teach me new
Words, I know many,
They are loving and enterprising,
I’ve heard the names of only family
At the dinner table this
Christmas, hope it will be mesmerizing,
Thank goodness I get tit-bits
During cooking preparations, the aroma of
The turkey as it cooks is totally tantalizing,
I’m not just a doggy, mom and dad say
I’m clever, tell the family please,
Sometimes they are so patronizing,
Can’t wait, I’m excited, heard them talk
About Santa, a new ball, a rubber chicken and
A squeaky toy, waiting for Christmas Eve is
AGONIZING,
I hear them talking about God and above,
So on Christmas Day, will give them
Extra servings of love!
Entering in: “Your Favorite Animal Contest”
Sponsored By: Gregory Paul
There was a time not so long ago
When my children still ran on little legs
Wading through ocean green evening summer grass
Their faces bright as lamps with laughter
Hop-scotching up to their knees
In polka dotted waves of fireflies
If you can imagine Osiris and Isis awoke from their married womb
Walking wind through chandeliers
When galaxies fell to the mirrors of Earth
Sifted like gold from sand
Oh the reflection of gods we have forgotten
How to walk on water
At my knees in the woods I stir the stars of a small fire
Chant a ritual to bring back the magic
A diamond dislodges from the crown of Oak
Flitter of soul enchanting the shadows
To the children I say dance and sing
Ring in again the vegetable spirits
Swirl your feet with allure of dreams
At your ankles the twinkle of constellations
Comb with sparks your beautiful hair
All may be shared
The return of angels from yesteryear.
If you were to ask me
Be the one to catch me, before i take the fall
You'd be the only one waiting, afterall
For whence i open my mouth and
Spill a sea of pills tinged with reddened liquor
I think you'd listen, then
If i took advice from any voice, it'd say 'give up'
But then again the only advice i ever took was the gurgles from down below
Onwards, outwards, suck inwards and hollow
If i gouged the gurgles, they'd say 'continue'
They'd count on me as i count every zero
They'd hold onto my head while i clutch the bottle
But, you'd catch me.
Incase i couldn't catch me
You'd advise me to give up
But i'd have fallen from your grasp
Onwards, downwards, i'd ignore the numbers from the liquor
For they'd spill from my mouth ever quicker
I'd have lost count, either way.
Hey, what did you want to say?
This is just a little poem to help get through the day..
I can't be there in person to express the words to say.
Dad your pretty special and your battling on your own..
But know my thoughts are with you, and that you're not alone.
I wish I could make things better and see your wonderful smile..
But in time you will heal, it will just take a little while.
I know your pretty strong Dad, that gift was passed to me..
You've so many special qualities such as love and empathy.
As you know that part of living is accepting that we will die..
But death is a new beginning and it's not a final goodbye.
But the only way to heal Dad is for the grieving to start..
So keep these words of comfort and hold dearly in your heart.
Please call me anytime Dad even if its just to cry..
No excuses needed even for a quick hello and goodbye.
I'm proud to be your daughter but sad that I'm not there..
Im sending big hugs and kisses to you with lots of love and care..
I jumped through hoops
Landing in your abyss
I heard the snap crackle pop of my inner ear
My ossicular chain breaking in three
As I relinquished the best of me
You stood above me
In silent laughter
Tossing your dagger
Thinking you made your point
Yet I was not struck with all your force
I had fallen almost beyond your reach
Deafened, I could no longer listen to you preach
I was afraid you might follow
Thankfully, you held tightly to your golden rings
Stood proudly on your soap box
Thinking detergent would make you clean
The soap of ego only compounded you sin
Layers of huberous concealing human skin
I wished to forget you
My Houdini like task
Instead there were questions I needed to ask
Wanting desperately to see beyond your mask
Would it heal me if you answered them all
Brick by brick dismantle your wall
So that binding restraints could begin to fall
Is there a place beyond the abyss
For so long I have longed for this
Sadly some wishes don't come true
Questions asked, could not be answered by you
I don't know how I'm supposed to feel
You're the bent spoke in my life's wheel
Bending my mind as it goes around
A broken ear can hear no sound
I needed to look in a different place
The healing came from another's Grace
I looked upon my Savior's face
Now these ears hear a symphony
Inner music now flows from me
I learned who I was born to be
Not a slave constrained, I can hear and see
It was preordained I was destined to be free
I found consecration on bended knee
Form:
Zealousness prevails to amass knowledge
lifequest nsync toward expansive lexicon
extant since yours truly kneehigh toddler
inquisitive mind fired passion to steep me
within inexhaustible voluminous treasure
trove housing increasing bound knowledge
inexplicable to thyself, wherefore heartfelt
ineradicable passion to sequester attention
between newpages of selective genres for
hours experiencing intellectual ecstatic nee
orgasmic excitation sustains purposefulness
as explains escapist redoubt within mental
framework, thee singularly soulful asylum
offering me cerebral satiation, sedation, and
solution to cope with unbearable millstone
linkedin with emotional/psychological pain
wrought courtesy neurological mutation all
throughout tender years, when one doth seek
natural predilections in tandem toward naked
lunch (heady salad days lettuce not go there),
quite the contrary this socially malnourished
individual burrowed within reading material
even now tickles fancy of mine johnny come
lately body electric exploring, crafting, and
allowing milieu writing to pacify, gratify and
codify mindset never entertaining delusions
of grandeur (hypothetically envisioning to
discover friendship (even platonic) regard-
ding another, who exudes similar love with
words, though accepting fickle human nature
at most hope flickr of ephemeral pinterest
maintains attention of anonymous reader
rabbit nibbles morsel of recondite tidbit, and
synchronizing ever so briefly with logophile,
whose aura, charisma, dogma, karma, persona...
hoopfully brings even an ad hoc “FAKE” smile.
My Child the time is growing short.
We really need to talk.
There are things that you don't understand,
So you rave and rant and balk.
You want to captain your own ship,
Won't kneel before a Master,
Because many who have lived by faith,
Have met with some disaster.
But all men serve a god My Child,
Be he low or noble born,
But it seems the more a man is blessed,
The more he tends to scorn,
All that's good and right in life,
And all that makes good sense,
But for showing such distain,
There must be recompense.
The sheep who stay within the fold,
Are fed, protected, sheltered,
But those who shun The Shepherd's care,
Are food for wolves and buzzards.
Come home to Me while there's still time.
I'll open wide the door.
Come home while I still reach for you.
Be strange to Me no more.
Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef
Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart
Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats
Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos
Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers
With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices
With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links
With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)
With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus
4142013
Ode to the Slayer and the Mystic King
In realms of wonder, where magic's spun,
A Slayer walked, with heart aflame and bright.
With wit and charm, and a soul now won,
Beneath the king's gaze, her heart took flight.
With white light gifts, she wielded her might,
In mystic battles, she fought with gentle art.
Black love surrounded her, a beacon in the night,
Binding her to the king, a love that reached the heart.
Through trials and strife, they stood as one,
Their bond unbroken, like the morning dew.
With every test, their love had just begun,
Together they fought, for me and for you.
With R&B vibes, their passion ignited the air,
A sensual dance, with desire beyond compare.
Their love was real, with a depth so rare,
A treasure trove, that only they could share.
The magician's spell, could not contain,
The Slayer's strength, and the king's sweet refrain.
Their love shone bright, like a guiding star,
Illuminating the path, near and far.
With every challenge, they stood as a team,
Their love and trust, a mystic, surreal dream.
The king's dark love, outmatched all the rest,
For the Slayer's heart, was forever at his breast.
In this world of wonder, they found their delight,
In each other's arms, on a serene and mystic night.
Their love was the anchor, that held fast and strong,
A love that conquered, all the realms, all day long.
The Slayer and the king, a perfect blend,
Of magic, love, and adventure that never ends.
Their bond was the key, to a brighter day,
A love that shone, in a surreal, mystic way.
Thus let us cherish, this love so true,
A bond between two, a heart that's new.
For in their love, we find our own,
A reflection of the magic, that's forever sown.
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB
Mood/Tone: Serene
Imagery & Symbolism: Surreal
This ode captures the essence of the Slayer and the mystic king's love, amidst the backdrop of their magical world and their fight to stay together. The poem weaves a tale of love, adventure, and the strength of their bond, with a serene and surreal tone. The R&B vibes and sensual undertones are subtly woven throughout the poem, highlighting the desire and passion between the two characters.