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Bullies are the politics of this universal world
who enjoy the smell of war inflicting endless pain
Who put others down in the presence of others
leaving you to bleed out stranded in the rain
Bullies only bully for they refuse to understand
what it's like to go through something and fail
Through choices they made leading up to that point
leaving them a drift in the wilderness to sail
Bullies attack you with broken hearts caused by
how they were brought up as no one really gave
Them discipline to teach them without abuse to know
the dangers of creating a political wave
Bullies will try and make you change the way
you think and feel about opinions regarding you
The most hateful words without any description
of explaining why they feel those words are true
Bullies are like wolves some as wild as bears
animals that are hungry always looking to feast
Off the people who they see as weak or vulnerable
as if your a lifeless person who has already been deceased
Bullies think that their power is beyond any person who
is trying to progress and move forward to make
A better life for themselves so others can see that
it isn't impossible to turn from a past or present mistake
Bulllies walk with pride in the seeds that they sow
apon others when really they are the ones that
Say you are ugly, no good, uneducated, mind twisted,
a wanna be thug, you're race or call you fat
Friends a bully is a person who has a life like you
though they try to believe they are better in some way
Yet they don't realize that karma really does exist
which will come back on their life somehow one day
Let no words from a political bully bother you for
their words are meaningless with nothing but hate
Which is something we as people shouldn't let at all be
a self label from others trying to predict you're own fate
Bullies be prepared shame on all of you that go
around thinking you're all that with no good news to share
Being the one who doesn't take life seriously or simply
become grown to the point that you really don't care
About what you say to others or how you treat them at times
regardless of anything you choose to do or claim to speak
Words that are foul with judgement that seems so everlasting
towards people who are really strong who you only think are weak.
Written By: Joseph Darryl Boca
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[Intro]
He thinks he’s a king, rollin’ loud and proud,
Don’t hear the whispers, just craves the crowd.
[Verse 1]
I rattle when I roll—call it my battle cry,
Got a hood full of thunder, howlin’ at the sky.
Paint’s peeled off, sun’s tanned my skin,
But I still glow like a firefly trapped in tin.
They turn their heads when I let loose my sound—
My smoke screams, I own this ground.
[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m slick, just look how I gleam,
Every scratch on me’s got a story and some steam.
Them fellas glare hard, tryin’ not to be caught—
Wishin’ they had half the wild I’ve brought.
(“I see you, Darryl, don’t act like you ain’t lookin’.”)
And the ladies? Ha! They blush like they mean—
Mmm-hmm... I’m still turnin’ heads, know what I mean?
[Verse 2]
Those seat springs pokin’, feel like a hug,
Wipers stuck on, like they’re cuttin’ a rug.
A/C’s dead, but the sauna’s a blast,
Who needs cool when you’re built to last?
Got the radio blarin’, my favorite tune,
Life’s a party, under the silver moon.
Every corner I hit makes the heart race fast,
In this thrill machine, I’m never outclassed.
[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m slick, just look how I gleam,
Every scratch on me’s got a story and some steam.
Them fellas glare hard, tryin’ not to be caught—
Wishin’ they had half the wild I’ve brought.
(“I see you, Darryl, don’t act like you ain’t lookin’.”)
And the ladies? Ha! They blush like they mean—
Mmm-hmm... I’m still turnin’ heads, know what I mean?
[Bridge]
Drive into the sunset, nothing’s outta reach,
Paint me a picture that no one can teach.
With wheels on fire, and a heart full of dreams,
Living for the now, ripping at the seams.
[Verse 3]
So crank it up high, let that energy flow,
I’m a comet runnin’, with a hell of a show.
Sparks fly by, hear the engine roar,
This ride ain’t a journey, it’s an open door.
With every mile traveled, my spirit’s set free,
You can spot me easily, living wild and carefree.
[Outro]
So here’s to the wild, and here’s to the fun,
With the top rolled back, yeah, I’m never done.
Still turning heads, through thick and thin,
In this life I’m leading, I’m ready to win!
What are these translucent blue balls doing in my dungeon-lobby?
I shall chase them away with my fire-spouting stick!
I'll even use my hand to summon fire,
Though it gives me migraines to do so,
But there are just too many translucent blue balls!
Much more than last week.
Ohh! The migraine...it begins. Which means my flowing
Brown hair will dampen from perspiration which means
I must shampoo it AGAIN (the second time today).
I wish my roommate Ronald would stop staring at me
From the back of our dungeon-lobby.
What does he think this is, a show at the Mirage in Vegas?
These are LETHAL translucent blue balls!!!
I am saving Ronald's life as well as mine.
I just wish he'd just shut-up about hoping to see some white tigers--
It's not funny! My head is KILLING me!
Oh, great. Here comes the rest of the dungeon-apartment-complex:
Harry, Darryl, Phillip, and Samantha. I should really be charging them for this.
Don't they realize one translucent blue ball in the face will turn their brains into
macaroni and cheese?!?! I mean for Heaven's Sakes, we all chipped in to buy
Our own fire-spouting sticks! Harry lost his in the lake, Darryl left his at his
Parent's house on Christmas vacation, Phillip traded his for an IPad,
And Samantha is "fervently against" the usage of fire-spouting sticks
Since it's "horrendous for the environment" but got one anyway
so we could get the 5-stick package deal of 20% off--she can be a real
Sweet heart in that sense.
But honestly, bad for the environment?? You know what else is bad for the environment?
TRANSLUCENT BLUE BALLS!!!
I need a nap after this.
And shampoo.
I read Darryl Ashton’s poem Called Pinocchio Rex and this brought back
memories of a childhood incident
When I grew up we had a smallholding – the house was called ‘Longacre’ as we
had over an acre of land. Over the years we had chickens, pigs named Pinky
and Porky and a goat called Susie… she had kids called Billy and Nanny – guess
I was no good at names back then… but I digress
Attached to the house was a small village shop but my parents also made a
small income from selling fresh eggs and in the summer home grown
strawberries – I would help pick washing baskets of them and bag them up to
sell.
Every week a little old man would arrive for his dozen eggs and if the shop was
shut he would ring the doorbell. He wore a pointed felt hat, had steely blue
eyes and the most enormous nose you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to him
my parents nicknamed him 'Pinocchio'.
When I was aged about 7 years old the doorbell rang – mum was busy baking
in the kitchen so I answered it. There in front of me stood this old man wanting
his eggs. Mum shouted from the kitchen
‘Who is it Janet?’
I replied ‘Oh its only Pinocchio’
At once mum appeared from the kitchen, her face was the colour of beetroot.
She apologised for the comment from her ‘cheeky daughter’ The man
purchased his eggs and walked away – never to return!
The moral of this true tale is that parents ALWAYS tell the truth and that
children have ears the size of an elephant and a mouth just as big … so if you
don’t want them to repeat something YOU have said keep it zipped!
Jan Allison
11th August 2014
"Good morning and welcome to Personal Savings…”
Here we go, it begins – the rantings and ravings…
“At last!,” screamed the lady, “what’s taking so long?
To pick up your phone – I can’t stand that song!
Your service is shocking,
My password keeps blocking,
I’m ringing for hours and frankly it’s wrong
That I send you a cheque on April the third
And now it is August and still I’ve not heard!”
“Right-ho,” I replied, “so this cheque of yours,
Let’s look at this further,” as I stalled for a pause,
For I knew in my head
That her cheque was dead
And four months from sending? This was a lost cause!
“Can’t hear you!” she bellowed, “I’m deaf in this ear,
So shout down the phone, boy, and make it real clear!”
If that ear is deaf then why don’t you switch?
Try using the other, you crazy old witch…
“O-kay… so you sent it, but have you some proof?”
“What’s your name?” she demanded.I told her the truth:
“I’m Daniel”, “What, Darren!?”
“No, Daniel”, “You’re Darryl!?”
“No – Daniel, I’m Daniel! Not Darren or Darryl
Nor Derrick or Duncan or Dennis or Carol
Just Daniel, you hear me! Why phone if you’re deaf?
“Now please let me transfer your call through to…Jeff.”
Yeah, Jeff – he’s superb! He’ll sort it all out
He thrives on abuse and he loves a good shout
Just hold for two seconds
And see what he reckons
He’s never at lunch and he’s never in doubt…”
So long then, dear madam, I know that I’ll miss you
“And, oh, you should know that we’ve launched a new issue”
“A tissue!?…” she roared, as I slammed down the phone
But all that she heard was a dull monotone...
Encouraged
Through the wilderness I walk astray
for I was lost without a way
To head or go without a sign
each day I feel I walk the line
I have feelings as you do
I care to listen you care too
Share with me I'll share with you
for what I learn I never knew
We're all human please treat me right
regardless of what you hear in sight
For my words I wouldn't twist
gossip is stories some words are missed
I'm here on a mission and plan
My voice be heard to every man
We are all damaged and brokenhearted
did you know life each day restarted
You can fix any mess you make
put your effort in to take
A better look in the mirror
at who you are why your here
Don't think that God's not watching
His eyes don't skip a beat
He mends broken hearts in people
so encourage everyone you meet
Encourage everyone blind or sick
or lost in full temptation
Show them the way through you're guidance
regardless how severe the situation
Throw away the negativity you carry
for not every man is the same
Everyone learned through things differently
sometimes there are some you can't blame
Nor look at them different or act
as if you haven't the slightest clue
When you really don't and just pretend
and judge people like others do
I was broken and I was lost
Still I'm strong to fight it on
Through this world that seems like hell
For at every moment life is gone.
Written By: Joseph Darryl Boca?
Can you remember the moments we shared?
I was travailing in the dark,
I had no money in my pocket.
Never sure of what to do,
I met you and
Found myself in you.
You burning deep in my heart,
It felt so right.
Holding me, face to face,
Touching me, cheek to cheek.
We were close,
We were two of a kind.
We both searched for the perfect world,
We knew we would never find.
Whenever you were down,
You could talk to me.
I was always there.
It was past midnight,
You were fast asleep.
The dreams staying with you,
Showing a hidden smile on your face.
I hope I never take that smile from you!
If I had to live without you,
I'd be so lonely.
My heart is crying out for you,
Nothing will change my Love for you.
Tell me you'll Love me forever,
You said no.
Where is the Love you said was mine?
I need to know!
Don't you want somebody?
Don't you need somebody?
You can say good-bye,
But I will never go.
Now the miles are between us,
You don't need to worry.
A broken heart will mend,
If given the time.
I'll see you one day!
To long ago,
To long apart.
I must see you!
I need you!
I still Love you!
Darryl lunny
April 20th, 2009 (Revised)
1988 (original)
More than twenty years have passed.
I followed my path and you yours.
Time to time over the years,
Our paths would cross.
Always brief to say a few words.
Now we meet once again.
We take the time to really know,
That we have missed each other so.
Our lives filled,
But never complete.
Emptiness inside,
Emotions stirred,
Consoling one another.
Our hearts growing warmer,
Gazing into each others eyes,
No words are needed to be spoken.
Moments turn into hours,
Hours turn into days.
Every moment waiting for that message,
To bring a smile to the other.
The Sparkle, faint at first
Deep inside each others eyes.
Becoming bright to show,
The Love hidden so deep inside.
Never knowing where this will go,
Having faith that soon it will show.
In the mean time we take things slow,
Try as we do, not seeming to work.
Something is happening,
Never felt before.
We must open that door,
To say so much more.
Hanging on to each other,
Feeling the Love for one another.
Only time will tell,
If our paths are finally together.
Darryl Lunny
March 31st 2009
A birthday is always a special day
A day that comes round each year
Celebrate it and surround yourself
With loved ones far and near
This day doesn't only resemble your birth
It's also a day to enjoy
The fact your living alive with life
Every man, woman, girl and boy
As you get older you start to know
The things life has in store for you
Make every effort count in life
See your journey in life through
Don't let no joy be taken away
From you as you walk each day
Knowing that theres a purpose for something
In your life so to you I say
Challenge the impossible for nothing in life is
Speak out to those who care to hear
Where there is a roadblock theres always a passage
Battle through it year after year
Time is ticking the hour is unknown
Be wise stay encouraged and be strong
Do what it takes to make your ends meet
In this life that seems so long
Happy Birthday to all who shares this day
May this message bring warmth to your heart
Make a wish for the moment and stick with it
For everyday is a fresh new start.
Written By: Joseph Darryl Boca
Great blessings belong to all those who
have Faith in Christ to know
His Word to understand His love
so His seed in you will grow
Great blessings belong to all those who
share the greatness, praises and joy
Of God to every grown man and woman
including every little girl and boy
Great blessings belong to all those who
accept a person as they are
For perfection does not exist in mankind
even with the fanciest job or car
Great blessings belong to all those who
pray for others whether rich or poor
Or sick, or hurt, or tempted or lost
without food, a roof or a door
Great blessings belong to all those who
follow God when He makes a way
For something He's planned for your life
not just for tomorrow but everyday
Great blessings belong to all those who
understand change and what it can do
In your life from this moment on with God
From God I say this onto you
Every person every body shout praise to God
God sent Moses to set us free
From Egypt than after Jesus died for us
through sin He died saving you and me.
Written By: Joseph Darryl Boca