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Sometimes I don't switch on TV, the radio stays dumb
and finishing a newspaper can leave me feeling numb.
What is it with this world of ours, where did it all go wrong?
How could the higher-ups elect leave it like this so long?
Should in the future by strange quirk just one man gets a voice
and leader of the world is picked at random, not by choice
and through my letterbox a card that says it will be me
then here's my manifesto telling how my world will be........
From infant school to college , five to eighteen and above
a daily lesson will be taught on what it means to love.
Care, compassion, sympathy, respect, be generous
be acted out from dawn to dusk, not just sit and discuss.
The value of all earthy life, no man to lay a hand on
and we put an end to children, horses, dogs and cats abandoned.
Hoodies will be outlawed, no reason to hide one's face
and gangstas from da hood will wear a onesie in it's place
(the ones that look like Pandas or a Pokemon or cat)
so no more threatening gestures, there, I've taken care of that.
All military vehicles no longer will be green
but paler shades of Lavender and pink so they'll be seen.
The nuclear warheads from the planet's face I would expunge
conventional weapons would now be tipped with pointy sponge.
Barb wire fence and barricades would all be knocked down flat
and entering each country would be on a welcome mat.
The list of National Anthems under me would not last long
I'd swop them all for 'Happy', that nice Pharrell Williams song.
Monday as start of working week, I refuse to defend
so I'd bolt it onto Sunday just to make a long weekend.
To replenish the rainforests we all must plant a tree
and litter pick the garbage from the vast Sargasso sea.
Rewards for all these changes that I make around the world?
Free beer to all the fellahs and Prosecco for the girls.
The kids get sweets and chocolate but they must understand
they're still in bed by seven, and they've got to wash their hands.
For contest 'If I could change the world', sponsor Becca Teagan
Wife of 34 years
Sudden death
Surprising caught off guard
Our love to emphasize
Sheer beauty and Charm
Thinking in wit
Miss you much
Feeling your spirit daily at night
Invisible kisses full of delight
Remembering our stagecoach rides
The hugs and closeness
Togetherness wonder
As I recall, we were journeying through the Cheyenne trail
It was our honeymoon back then
Romantic and compelling elegance
Under the Moon and Stars
Memory of enchanted and truthful
Your soul always in my heart
Kisses left the mark
One day my love we will be together once again
Finishing what we started being in love
That meet that will be
Until that definite time, I must retreat
My love Josephine
Kisses to the skies through the secrete winds.
Singing is one among my favorite hobbies...
'Cause it makes me feel free and oh so happy
One evening, inside this huge darkened room
Peeking all around to see no one but only me
So, I take my bottled water so gladly
I begin to sing a love song of famous Whitney
I close my eyes burying myself deep to the melody
Sometimes lifting my arms... also, giving a sway
I sang the song on the top of my lungs
Feelings so high... so dandy and so young
Finishing the song
With eyes closed
Smile on my face
With one hand, up in the air...
then suddenly over the silence...
A whistle
then hand-claps from somewhere...
BY
olive_eloi
1:02 pm
03/30/ 2014
------------------------------------------------ giggles of the remembrance.. :D!
Bought an old cottage
In the country side
Needs some renovation
Have to modernize
On a plot of land all on its own
Wanna make this house a home
Gonna fix those windows
New bathroom too
Another thatched roof
Make it brand new
Go to the bank and ask for a loan
Wanna make this house a home
It needs some plastering
The kitchens a mess
But it’s got character
Style and the rest
Fallen in love with these pretty stones
Gonna make this house a home
It’s a house of two seasons
Picture cosy evenings
Sitting by the open fire
I get a special feeling
From those old oak beams
Gonna make this house my desire
You choose the wallpaper
And I'll pick the leather
I'm sure we'll be happy
Decorating together
Can't think of anything
Than designing together
To make this house a home
This house is not a home
Without the finishing touch
I'll build a wall out the front
Put fence out the back
Lights along the pathway
Flowers and some gnomes
Now doesn't that look sweet
This house is our home
© Copyright KC.Leake
26th June 2015
All Rights Reserved
Day's finishing gloss glimmers on horizon's purlieu
Rich orange truffles filter into milky fondue
Fiery sun's last gasps bleed through ethereal flue
With dusk's graying mantle, at steeples' crest
rendezvous
A suspended bridge; Day's beams, Night's seams to glue
A florid banner with singed neon sparks doth preview
Mercurial parade of iridescent colors blending into
vacuous milieu
A brass orchestra; undergirding pit scarlet chromium hue
Gilded conductor melding bright, dark tones into
harmonic stew
Crimson carousels, violet pinwheels hypnotizing medley
brew
Dissonant base strings darker notes on sterile
perimeter queue
Swarming silver waves blight the panoramic view
Dusk's murky yield; brokered shadows accrue
To Twilight's annual, scintillating pageant; bids adieu
purlieu- an outlying area; periphery of a zone,
environment
World is a stage?! It used to be!
Now it’s a highway, not toll free.
Its lanes are dense, and speed is fast,
You missed the exit, your chance passed.
Without the aid of GPS
You get stuck in trafic of stress.
With worn out tires, gas tank low -
Not a dull moment on the go.
With weather whims you quickly learn -
On one way road, there’s no U-turn.
Living is not a driving test,
Wish to survive? Respect the rest!
You go too fast, you go too slow,
General rule you ought to know.
No matter how far down you aim,
Finishing line is all the same.
January 22, 2023
“I’m not Worried About AI”
Some people worry that AI will
Take over this world
Not me
I’m not worried about AI because:
AI can’t
Bust up laughing when it trips over its feet in front of a cute guy
Or
Feel the overwhelming sense of accomplishment after finishing its first marathon
AI can’t
Feel the depths of heartbreak from losing a baby
Or
Lose itself in the eyes of a person who just asked it to marry them
AI can’t
Have faith so strong that it is able to forgive someone who stole from them
Or
Experience serene gratitude as it bathes in the warmth of the sun
AI can’t
Burst with pride as it watches their child graduate from high school
Or
Surrender to the involuntary waves of an ****** as it makes love under the moonlight
AI
Will never know our reality
That is why
I'm not worried about AI
They say good boys finish last
But eventually all do finish
And then we begin to judge the past
And it's only goodness we relish
Finishing first should save you time
What for, for in it you should have learnt patience
Why seek only material in your prime
And feign learning stewardship and prudence
Go ahead and finish while we learn
Painstakingly gaining wisdom and counsel
More than money, life currencies we earn
Soon your caucus will be ousted by our council
Future events could be seen by seers
But future security is in the wisdom of the years
How soon I pray the mist clears
You lessen your haste for wealth that appears and disappears.
K. Muitherero
Some men's ships stall upon the sea for lack of sails
For far too many times, I have seen great men derailed
For far too long, I have heard the sound of David's lament
O, how the mighty has fallen among the good and the decent
It's such a loss of beauty and purity that you nor I could prevent
At what point they saw it coming, only God can tell
But surely at some point, could they the enemy smell?
Had I known, as a loving friend, I surely would have yelled
"A way of escape", the Bible tells, perhaps like a ringing bell,
Or some other device to help us succeed where others have failed
May God's grace for you and for me, much avail
May we seek to be ever faithful and much compelled
May we pray continually for our leaders, and others as well
So much is at stake; so much is gained if we dare to finish well
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Their young strong-willed son,
ever resourceful,
has been given "time out" for bad behavior.
There is no noise coming from the room.
After two hours,
the mother grows concerned.
Why has there been
none of the usual clamor
by him to be released
from his small prison?
As she walks into her child's room,
she is startled by the claws of lions
which seem to spring
from the right side of the room.
She spins around with a gasp.
On four walls
are different animals
crouched or ready to pounce.
A black panther, which peers at her
with huge yellow eyes,
takes center stage
above the window
where it has been drawn
in bold crayon strokes
as if it were creeping in from the outside
to join the landscape
of the magnificent lush green jungle
applied to the once-white surface
of the walls surrounding her.
Owls and tropical birds
perch on the branches
of the jungle trees,
and a fat green snake slithers
by the door.
Her son, finishing up
the wall nearest his bed,
looks up at her
from the piles of crayons
strewn across the floor
and impishly smiles.
Did I mention,
he is also very artistic?
Written Feb. 22, 2016 For the contest of A.A.