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Santa brings toys much to children’s delight
la luna’s bright light guides him on his way
Nine reindeer pull the sleigh through the cold night
Guided by stars and the glow of moonlight
They’ll deliver presents for Christmas day
Santa brings toys much to children’s delight
Santa works quickly, he won’t get frostbite
Deep snow and ice won’t cause any delay
Nine reindeer pull the sleigh through the cold night
Children sleep; they won’t see the sleigh in flight
They’ve left some carrots and milk on a tray
Santa brings toys much to children’s delight
The ground’s covered with a blanket of white
Children wake, there’s toys with which they can play
Nine reindeer pull the sleigh through the cold night
Young Billy is thrilled with his brand new kite
He asks his parents why Santa can’t stay
Santa brings toys much to children’s delight
Nine reindeer pull the sleigh through the cold night
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There she stood with tears rolling down her face and cheeks
Looking downward – such innocence – mild and meek
Her first trip to the slaughter house was no joke
Proved to be a one-sick hoax!
Slowly but surely – she told us the story
Leaving out NOT the gory!
“I was asked by dad
To join him fast
To pick out a chicken
“O Good Riddens!
At last – no fret
I’m picking out my very first pet!”
Is what I thought
When my breath I caught!
So, with joy in my heart,
And exuberant glee at start
I singled out the healthiest plump!
The attendant let out a little grunt
Roughly taking the chicken outback
She grunted sternly: ‘Wait Right here…I’ll be right back!’
With one quick twist
Of her hand and wrist
The chicken’s neck she snapped in half.
Mortified I stood on the chicken’s behalf!
Speechless, I stood - so panic-stricken
Horrified and mortified because of the chicken!
With no further delay
To my dismay
I was handed a bag
While the attendant let out a mischievous laugh!
From this day forward, I shall live to fret
Of what occurred to my chicken-pet
And live forever with my regret
Of visiting the Old Chicken Coup
All for mom’s LIVE Chicken Soup…?
The nature of life is simple but sublime
The key to the extension of one's life
Is through procreation
As it guarantees the survival of genes
Passed on down the timeline
But invariably there will be threats
And unfavorable conditions
Some are non-negotiable
But others remain up for debate
Logic thus indicates
The best course of action
Is to eliminate the negotiable concern
With vigor and conviction
But sometimes this endeavor
Is not as simplistic as we desire
We are bogged down by the ignorant
Who cannot see the future being dealt
So everyday we make a choice
Are we to be dictated by the ignorant
Thus ensuring the continuation of negotiable threats
For our youngest and most at risk
The answer is most unfortunately yes
For decades we have been swayed by the unwashed
By the ignorant who reject science
By the beast who makes us all but cattle for catastrophe
By the ignorant who every day
Bring us to the brink of global calamity
In my heart burns an undying rage
The all-consuming day ruining anger
For every damned fool who continues to ignore facts
That this world is in peril
And it is thanks to humanity itself
So we must ask ourselves
And to answer we must look deep within our souls
We must look to our convictions
And we must look at every young innocent
Whose futures are up for debate
We must ask ourselves
Is this truly the best course for our survival
Because time is running out
The longer we delay the more inevitable the fall
So ask yourselves this
Do we entertain the ignorant
Or do we salvage the innocent?
I don’t always know the road to take
Many times, I feel like a plain fake
I don’t always know just what to pray
So that God’s grace will not delay
I don’t always know how to give praise
Even though His love will always amaze
My heart is not as tender as I hope
I don’t always know just how to cope
But I know a friend who abides within
He saves my soul from mortal sin
I don’t always know the words to say
But I know One who won’t lead me astray
I don’t always know the resolutions
Though He gave us the substitutions
The forgiveness for all our worst wrongs
Filling us with compassion which belongs
To the hearts and souls who know Him
As the Savior, the grace behind each hymn
My heart and soul aren’t perfect or sure
I don’t always feel like I’m fully mature
But I know someone who is wise and astute
His love, His saving grace He does impute
To those who believe in Him, trusting love
To bring the soul to eternal life above
I don’t always know… no, I don’t always know
Yet, inside my heart, His light is all aglow
So I can be sure, without a doubt or fear
His light and love bring joy I can revere
Inside my heart, there is a still, small voice
Reminding me, because He lives, I can rejoice!
I remember the good old days
When I was young and wild
With surging passion free;
Now I surrender the old ways,
Retreat to something mild
Stride with sure breath heavy;
Worry was not my sorry play
Yet time flies swift dear child
For fate cannot delay.
Once upon a time long ago,
I ventured boldly far
To find clear destiny;
Today my bones groan and creak slow
An aged and weary star
In struggling mutiny;
Sorry longings fumble to flow,
Passage in broken jar,
Glimpse apt eternity.
My mirror image speaks plainly,
Truth can be so profound
To simply tell on me;
The journey here strings memories
For pictures come around
To show what used to be;
My friend, remember this story:
Beware of fate that grounds
Our common destiny!
The ancient wise men lived bravely
Life's vistas with fond smiles
In true humility;
Pay heed to deeper harmony,
Anchor purpose and style,
Live beyond tragedy;
Let dreams embrace your history,
Make your days here worthwhile,
Dance with life's mysteries.
Leon Enriquez
29 July 2014
Singapore
We don't talk about it, I was mutely told,
Schooled in your nonverbal narcissism, I Attest
I became a linguist in the language of silence;
The tightened line of your mouth when a speck
of childhood play leaked through the Aperture
of your wall of control; the Nuance of your slit eyes,
the stiffness of your shoulders when I disturbed.
The famine of your brevity, starkly juxtaposed with
the Proclivity of your friendly words for the neighbors;
Your perfunctory weak praise, more to lessen your guilt
than lift my esteem.
Even as I write this Saga under the weight of betrayal
nearly undone by our mutual oath of avoidance, and
after decades of delay, you have the Temerity to now
charge me with building the distance, keeping the barricade.
I am bluntly surprised, by your surprise; to accuse me of
this Barren contact, is to blame the clay for the cracks
in the hands that molded it.
And you dare say, why am I this way?
When I inherited the Marrow from you-
10/27/18
for John Hamilton's Eight Word Challenge contest
required words: Aperture, Attest, Barren, Temerity, Saga, Proclivity, Nuance, Marrow.
Whilst at school, in the years gone by, when as a child,
Impish I was, and sprightly too, but not so sure of my mind;
Followed the old teacher’s dictum, “memorise by rote,
To succeed in life”, she said, so I got into the hard grind;
Truly, the best of my growing years, I had burned out,
Losing my sweet innocence in, fun filled frolic and play;
Coming of age, dilatorily, I realised, an axiom of life,
Nothing shall be gained, and everything lost, if I delay;
Deep in my heart, before college, I was so foolishly certain,
I was the one to have a broad, sentient, and an open mind;
Years of academic pursuit have scholastically conditioned me,
Graduate study promised the rainbow, but coloured me blind;
In the birth, infancy, and adolescence of a growing mind,
I thought, perceived, and believed everyone called me “blessed”;
Gathering my senses, from the stupor of failed endeavours,
I realised late, but for good, they had actually said “distressed”;
Rising from the ashes, determined in taking up a position,
I staunchly, believed in core integrity, and plumped for justice;
The grand old existing system, of bureaucracy, among others,
Taught me the principles I was proud of, now is my nemesis;
I know not, and care not, what predicaments and problems,
Might appear today, tomorrow, or the more distant future;
I shall forget the past unredeemed, and enjoy the present
Indescribable, nothing can dampen my exuberant nature.
mbfarookh ©
Hop onboard overthinkers
A warm Welcome aboard the overthinker to all our guests,
Especially Mr insomnia, and Mrs overthinker, both frequent flyers and our VIP guests
I'll be your minds captain for this flight, through awake all damn night,
And then on to good mornings beaming bright resort in daylight,
We have no nap-overs or drifting-offs scheduled this is a long-ass-haul, direct flight,
Emergency exits are located in the right and left ear, emergency lights,
Are located along the optic nerve in case of loss of power,
We can also deploy an emergency slide down the nostrils should we encounter,
An emergency landing over the cerebrospinal sea,
Otherwise please fasten your seatbelts and enjoy tormenting this mind with me,
Dear passengers this is your captain speaking,
we are experiencing some frustration turbulence,
And some drowsiness daydreaming,
this is Likely to continue until 4am so please remain seated,
As our head is hitting head on, stormy pillow clouds, and alas
A tossing and turning tornado has formed in our flight path,
Forcing us to go around the temporal lobe which will mean a delay to our arrival,
Passengers you can now lift up your eyelids once the kettles foggy fog,
Has cleared you'll be able to see the sacred sea of coffee,
And as we loop around the kitchen island there shines a good mornings sunrise,
Passengers we have arrived at our destination, good morning,
Upon the irises horizon is the sunrise dawning,
Here the local time is 5am and the current temperature is about 36 degrees,
Welcome to our new guests and a warm welcome back to our 2 VIPs,
We hope you enjoy your stay here at the daytime resort,
Oh don't forget to checkout our duty free thoughts
On your way out, I've been your mind's captain
Remember time flies when you're having fun aboard this mental contraption
So hop aboard this mind if you are to an overthinker,
Seeds of faith blossom into blessings and
then sings my soul as I think happy thoughts:
Lord, have your angels every day watch and guide
us on our way.
Keeping it in my heart that the ones that I love are
most precious gifts from the God of love. And give
thanks unto God for His mercies endure forever more.
Bless this house O Lord God I pray make it safe by both
night and day. For the Lord has made all things beautiful
in His divine time and in His divine love.
May God bless this house and all who enter here and delivering
them from headaches and senseless and sinful fears.
May the Lord fill you with joy and power and bless you with the
warmth of the June's sun and colorful flowers and gentle
misty showers.
And this is true because precious and few are friends like you.
For the only way to have a friend, is to be one.
True everlasting love does much more than inspire via the Holy
Spirit's divine fire! By this all men may know that you are my
disciples if you love one another as true brothers and sisters.
Cause Jesus Christ has always loved you.
You can image and you can dream with God's Holy Spirit on your
side you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you.
Your hears will be filled with joy and everlasting beauty.
Why spend you time only imagining vain and useless things?
Right along sides with the endless sorrows and suffering that they
can truly bring you and your treasured loved ones too.
When with each new brand new day more joyful mornings does..
verily bring. May Joy fill your heart and God bless your imaginations.
This one fact is both holy and true and may, if you are willing, become
very able to deliver you. For what will you say and what will you do if
today Jesus Christ is fervently calling out to you!
Will you accept Him or will you fail to acknowledge Him?
God not only loved the whole world but He loved you too and died for
your sins and my sins too. For all who believe in His free gift of
everlasting life will not perish but have eternal life!
Why should you tarry? Why should you delay? For your sake's please
accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and your Savior today!
All of my love and all of my compassion in Christ Jesus.
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
Original version June 21, 2026
Revised version June 23, 2026
My love, do you ever know...
In your moments of hushed silence,
I am your sound;
You are the rhythm
of the symphonic waves
in the vast sea
of my romantic verses;
Jasmine blooms, fresh, I am
and you, the thread,
together stringed, we become
fragrant garlands
that adorn and purify
our sacred sanctuary of love;
When you form the visible arc,
I become the invisible arc
of our vibrant rainbow of love;
My love, don't you know...
You hold the key to my
Paradise of Love-
there, in a spot, so beautiful,
I sit sprinkling my romantic ink,
my heart beating fast
as I await your arrival,
when thrush nightingales
sing ballads of love
and a soft zephyr
tickles and whispers into my ears
that you are on your way
to meet me.
Come, my love, without further delay
forget all the petty tiffs we had and
unlock the door to my paradise.
Hold me in your arms, so that
our eyes would meet
with gazes deep:
domes of black and white
will then become verses of love
As I would read
my own muses, so deep
in your eloquent eyes,
and you, in mine,
so magical and dreamy that moment be
when the wheel of time
would stop for some time
For us...
Just for us...