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So much can happen in a single day
all our yesterdays makes one look back
with so many memories fills our mind
giving one hope to keep you on track
Then you look to the present hour
in that timescale which calls itself day
filled with opportunities in every sphere
each day one wishes to ever stay
But for some, a day can be long
ever so lonely knowing not what to do
thinking out loud wishing for change
this really is what we knows true
For everybody, there's always tomorrow
bringing hope for something new
when you have a brand new day
look out on morning grass so dew
Your tomorrow comes truly afresh
with anticipation to fill your heart
giving a better prospect of a new thing
come your way its no small part
So much help day one day two
Impressed us all this man named Shoe
Three and four was there at the bell
Helping out and rather well.
Where is Shoe? I asked week two.
Laughter came from one, now two.
Let me guess, one did shout.
On week one he came right out.
You will never see that again.
He shirks his duty like a second skin.
He will probably forever now be in.
Tries to impress first week, my kin.
Well yes he had impressed me.
Lots of help he’d kindly be.
I guess this is only on week one.
Other weeks he hid when work was to be done.
So much help day one day two
Impressed me for sure this man named Shoe
The others had his waterloo
For they had worked longer with Mr. Shoe
When All Seems Lost
Kevin Davis 2025
When all seems lost and pathways fade away,
Listen to your soul — it will not loudly say.
It speaks not quick, nor flickers faint and wane;
When you're prepared to hear, it lives inside your brain.
It's answers bloom from everything you've learned,
A quiet catalog of lessons you've earned.
From day one you've been training for this fight —
Trust that inner lantern guiding you through night.
When all is lost, hush — your soul will show the way:
Quiet echoes of each lesson learned by day.
From childhood's small rehearsals to the trials you've known,
Inside you lives the answer — softly, but your own.
~Dedication For Darlene~
D-is for Darling, a true and sweet friend she is.
A-is for Always, she's not here to take but to give!
R-is for Reliable, on her friendship you can count.
L-is for Loving, she has an endless amount!
E-is for Enthusiasm, she shows to all poets, great or small.
N-is for Nurture, Darlene helped me to grow so tall.
E-is for her everlasting enthusiasm and her poetry here!
**On all I say, three cheers.**
....
So, Darlene, here's a first place trophy from me.
Your kindness and comments from day one, are more moving,
than you will ever know!
You have kept me here! You simply amaze me!
Love you,
Panagiota Romiosxx
April 22, 2020
6pm PST
12/1/21
"Get a Grip"
It's fake or is legit
Get a grip
Live or quit
You either do or don't give a s***
It's all hit or miss
Being credible or illegitimate
Able to show and prove or another hypocrite
Biding time or lickety-split
Listen quick
Got some news, time I deliver it
One thing to be wise, but what good comes if you're a chicken s***
You'll get finessed by a little trick
Life comes with inherent risk
Not going according to any written script
Endlessly the minutes tick
Had to flip the script
And put aside any differences
For the time being, still adrift
Going through the thick of it
What a sad game
It's a damn shame
Giving people a bad name
Causing them to rampage
The starting point nearby several lampshades
Since day one
Friends and enemies I've made some
Only from within does change come
Regardless of how far we came from
Just stay true to who you are
At times, took it too far
Or set the new bar
And got a few scars
Effective
With the message
Becoming accepted
Or there is a war against it
Since last fall
Made an effort or didn't at all
Worked out well or ended up being a bad call
Continually getting blackballed
As of now or going back in history
Of course this all is bigger than me
Amid endless bigotry
And trickery
Success or failure as well as happiness or misery
Often competed
In order to get what was needed
Instead of remaining seated
Continually cheated
And mistreated
By those that are conceited
Getting heated
Far from feeling defeated
Still a mission to be completed
So that the same situation is never repeated
I'll whisk you off to Paris
I'll even fly the plane
There'll only be one passenger
And that one has your name
You'll sit right beside me
I'll show you how it's done
High above the ocean
Towards the rising sun
And then as we approach her
Awakening from the night
Drowsy streets and boulevards
That glorious City of Light!
Bon jour amour, good morning
Parlez vous Francais?
Don't worry, I don't either
We'll take a class one day
A quick nap then we'll get up
Walk to Arc de Triomphe
Arm in arm, boutiquing
For anything you want
May I please have the pleasure
Of taking you by hand?
A touch that I would treasure
My lady, you're so grand
And when day one is over
A toast of Veuve Clicquot
To you my precious sweetheart
Forever I'll you know
Paris has two nicknames
The one I wrote before
It's true, the lights are glorious
But the next one I like more
This name suits it better
It fits us like a glove
Beautiful together
In the City of Love
Shared with Your friends
Dying on the last turn
I do know that good things have been done
Maybe a nation has been saved or a great battle has been braved
Could never right all wrongs
From the promise of a dead guy
We lost on the last turn
Shoe fly ...shoe
Was buzzing in my ear
Knowing you'll be heard
Instead of eaten by a bird
Exhausting limits of retrieving that picture of feeling new
My hands my truth my word my care my love my deja-vu
There was a time to dream, A time for fun, A time for Love
laying down breathing easy now. Our freedom turned to dust
Shoe fly go freeze yourself for a million years
Scorpions and rattlesnakes alligators and crocodiles
Somewhere from day one
What guides your spirit when someone takes it away
Power lies in the lust of a nation
Spirit from the first breathe of man
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The sick elephant, perished at sunset!
Headline news, tears, anger, outrage and scorn.
A worldwide sadness, her baby just born!
Monies were collected, protests in the streets.
Medallions with her picture worn,ah, hearts so torn!
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A kitten walks the street alone, we save her!
We scream, "Where is humanity's soft heart?"
Organizations formed then, for feral cats.
We pour huge funds into shelters at once.
But whay of the unborn human, about to be
killed?
Sleeping, softly in their mother's warm womb?
Little fingers, sweet little toes, about to die?
Our hearts, souls, eyes, do we in denial close.
Millions upon millions, will indeed today, die.
Never to see sun, moon, stars or bluest sky.
Taken by methods too cruel to speak.
Angel babies killed in abortion mills.
The world weeps not a tear for human loss, still!
For the unborn, all, yes I will take a stand.
In a world that adores trees more than the
family of man.
A ghoulish thought, human life surrendered.
A baby is not a bad tooth to remove by any
Governments monies, freely tendered.
Sing not to me, that you love humanity!
Nor of world peace, when our own kind we kill.
Yes, aware man wants to this world control.
This world is not yours, it belongs to God.
What good, this verse, in a so very cold world?
Why! So you dare use fetal cells,I ask why?
To use them in a vaccine, you drool for?
Their cells floating in your selfish bloodstream?
We pen about the evils of truly great men?
We hum and talk to Muses, how very!!
We buried God, we loathe free nations.
Globalism only, downing, all the rest.
Then wonder, why all the worldly unrest?
Laughing our lives away, a great escape?
Reality, no, never on our plates!
Good, unborn people destroyed,oh how we do cheer.
Unethical, political thieves and snakes we adore.
As we quill, on God's sunny shores.
1/22/2021
~3~
National Sanctity of Life Day
January 22, 2021
President Donald J Trump
Thank You!
This day to respect the unborn~
Cancelled by the current resident
of The White House on Day One.
So be it!
My coming age was with “Great Expectations”
I expected to be loved, adored, cherished
I expected to be that perfect someone
The longed for princess in someone’s dream
I expected that love really will conquer all
And that dreams really do make one stand tall
I expected passion to last forever…burning brighter
I expected honesty to be real, a first foundation
I expected people to care about the greater good
I expected good to conquer evil, not just someday…but NOW
I expected beauty to follow me, and grace every season of my life
I expected………that happily ever after of my fairy tale world
I expected to outlive death…….till the dawning of the better day
I expected that the world would somehow be altered, changed because of ME
Great Expectations
They still follow my every step, every waking thought, and every lucid dream
My life is halfway gone
All those expectations have not brought about the expected
I wonder….
Were my expectations too high?
A hopeless idealist, romantic fool…
Was I shooting for the stars?
The lifespan of my expectations equals mine
My heart always in a state of expectation
To be loved, to be cherished, to be desired, to be adored
My body in a state of expectation
To be ravished, to be nurtured, to be revitalized, to be reborn
My dreams in a state of expectation
That finally, one day, one dawning day
My dream will become a reality
And I will see you
Not with the eyes of my heart and soul
But with these expectant brown eyes
That look out of my face...searching
The greatest expectation of my life
That one day…….
Finally…
They will look up and see….
YOU!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
You were eyes for the man I was - blind
And always without strain you were kind
Love from the heart with no edit of mind
What a day it was I met you - what a find
In awe of your aura - to mesh I was inclined
Our souls with ease from day one intertwined
Faith insisted on our meeting, solid, underlined
There were no keys on backs one had to wind
To say that I am thankful would be misdefined
A new word I would create for us for all mankind
For our story must be familiar one predefined
From up above written in stone and preassigned
I am writing this in monorhyme perfectly designed
Like our friendship it is one, neat and consigned
For you now - delivered, dated and proudly signed
01~11~2015
With Love Armand
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