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When does a child become society’s child?
Some children are forced out of being children
Some are put back into children mode which is hard
The fact that this happens is because of parents not thinking
The parents either separated, divorce, or worst case died
When a child is faced with this it is hardship it can’t recognize
When a child either lost or got separated from parents, why?
That’s when society takes the child and moves them
But at that moment of time the child does not understand
Children are forced to rely on their own thoughts and Idea
Which is very young and not as factual, but they still know
The child has to grow up fast, its just nature its protection
The growth of emotion excels beyond a child that has parents
The point that I am making is that the child needs the adult
The symbolic of guardian, safe, reliable, kind, lovable, informational
The problem I am going to explain is that it is not always there
Children that grow fast, has fifty, fifty chance of growing normal
But adults are to blame after taking this chance of mentoring
Sometimes the adult belief is that they are too young to know
But it’s not that, the problem is growth of emotion and idea
Without limitation that they can see in front of them
Children out grow their physical body in mentality
Parents is the key to limiting the emotional growth of a child
There is no doubt that fostering and adoption has been great
But this does not solve all the pain and sorrow that the child has
It is bottled in there soul, I do not know how to heal that yet
But in theory loving them and showing them gentleness
Is what they need, but Society does not have room some times
Because of this children that has parents still have problem
It’s needs to be known that parents should even go to classes
To have a child is to have knowledge of the child expectations
Society gives lots to parents that need it, but they need education
If a person wants a child they should at least go to class
Once or twice a year to see what motivates them to have the child
It is not always money; it is friendship, love, care, and the need
Humanity is always looking to get closer to each other
This includes children who do not have parents, singled out
Society is made of people and people who do not have a child
Well, they should be able to foster one or adopt.
Cindy
By Franklin Price
03/04/2022
When I first met you Cindy, you were another person's spouse
You became a friend to Barb and me, were always welcome in our house.
People always stopped and stared, your beauty was in bloom
You were then, a trophy wife, when you walked into the room.
We all became the best of friends, rode Harleys everywhere
Whenever someone saw us, all the rest of us were there
You and Barb became the best of friends, went in business together
Through thick and thin you persevered, through clear and stormy weather
You left the marriage you were in, and you moved on to another
Searching for some satisfaction with a younger biker brother.
I'm thinking that the sex was good. You married him. What for?
Though your looks were of perfection, had love to give and so much more.
Barbara saw that more within you, your intelligence came through.
You were more than just an object, you had more in life to do
You were more than just a play thing, Barb had made you realize,
The work, and love and friendship, had really opened up your eyes.
All our lives were changing, Barb's and mine had turned about.
Billy's and her heads were banging and I had to get her out.
We moved to North Carolina, where it took her several years
To come to grips, and stabilize, and dry up most her tears.
We were saddened by departing, leaving everyone behind
But if we did not do it, she would have lost her freaking mind
You took over all the business, and you really made us proud
You are more than just an object, you're a standout in the crowd.
You've divorced your biker buddy, and took back your maiden name,
Still printing out “Checks on Demand”. You are changing up your game.
Barbara has passed away, all her pain on earth is through
I'm still here and cheering, for some joy and peace for you.
I would love to be a part of that, as we travel on through life
You have lost your best friend Barbara, who was my own best friend and wife.
We both have friends and family who will help us move along
I would like us to be more than that. Does that make my liking wrong?
You make my heart beat faster when I call you on the phone
To hear your voice assures me that I'll never be alone
Her love brings us together. She's so much of who we are.
She's still resides within us, she'll always be our shining star.
Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?
Such depths to your violet eyes
The windows of your Soul
A flickering source of emotions
Speaking volumes ~ though sightless
Not limited by vision
Not obscured by darkness
Your dazzling beauty of true colour
Conceals your inner world
Of complex greys
Your smiles create rainbows
That stay
All through my day
In a world of colour
For some eyes
Sadness and mistrust linger
Your eyes mirror only
Beauty and Hope ~ Love and Joy
You ask for a detailed description of
the colour of your eyes
How can I?
Futile will be my try
No Master’s artistic brush can decipher
That deeper shade of violet
Changing like the sun’s ceremonial display
Retaining an aura of mystery
Seeking only truth
In your abstract blur of colour
Though ~ let me try
Here place your hand on my heart
How can one see colour
If it can’t be felt
Look through my eyes
Feel that majestic sky
With its beautiful variations of blue
Serenading the aqua sea below
Through sparkles of iridescent silver bursts
A tinge of pearly pink lazily drifts past
I hastily dip my brush just a touch
Do you see? Swirling pink with the blue
Another dip into the aqua of the sea
Hints from the bushes of lilacs below
A smidge of the red poppy
Blended till it’s the right shade of a violet hue
Can you feel my colour?
Behind your veil of black velvet?
My humble artistic attempt
Going beyond my range of limitations
Your
eyes glow
in approval
In that spinning vortex of
violet complexity ~ We dance in your world of darkness
As you whisper to me ~ that your eyes have always seen the stars.
We both look~~~~~incredulously ~~~~~at the same spot
A starburst ******************of light
A ~~~~~~~~~~~~~shooting~~~~~~~~~~~star
My wish ~~~~~~~~~~for you~~~~~~~~~~my love
To be ~~~~~~~~~~~~forever and~~~~~~~~always as
Brilliant as~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~~~you are
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True Colors movie clip – with vocals Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake
With minds like crystal prisms, they shatter light into every spectrum of possibility, foreseeing storms before the first cloud, hearts bruised by premonitions whispered on the wind. Yet, they dance in the rain, a silent symphony of knowing played on a smile, for theirs is the terrible gift of seeing the tapestry of fate woven a thread at a time, even as it pricks their fingers.? Huzefa Nalkheda wala
Hiking up the mountain, in pairs
You and I, just two more
Who settle the moments with hope,
For the tenderness that comes to life
Inside those who can feel
Feel, like you and I…
Laughter, giggling, ambling
Wandering over stones, dark pebbles,
Gravel roads, meant for those,
Who can see beyond the forest’s singing,
Into the poetry, the faith, the need
For silence that assures and agrees,
Feeling just like you and me…
Words fall between the friends,
Moist in the air – like the slow, soft breeze,
Words in rhythms, tones of light,
Feelings, blessing away the past, suspended,
In the hues so bright,
You and I, feeling so alive!
When the rain begins to melt the sugar sweet
Salty skin, trembling, beginning to believe,
We might make our way to our intention…
Only we feel the showers, melting the hours,
Blessings in liquid, spilling over the naked trees,
Spinning stories of lonely, breathing
Light as the shadows deepen, pouring over the soul,
Embracing the moments, assaulting each of us,
Pouring out a cleansing afternoon cloudburst,
Like music, she soothes and comforts…
And, as the pairs of our friends race toward shelter,
I catch my words in the back of my mind,
Not telling you – yet, somehow you can feel my message
In the heart…
As we move slowly beneath the downpour,
Securing our last place in the refuge of our vehicle,
Where the rain falls in sheets on the glass,
Refusing to listen to our wiper’s urgent swabbing,
Almost as immediately as the hand wipes the tear,
Who appears…
When you and I realize, at last, our dream has passed,
And, we’re merely walking among the shadows of the past,
Where floods of memories, like that downpour on the trail,
Sends us back to that place we always meant to forget.
Inside my chest – is that satisfaction or regret?
Never, in a downpour yet, have there been tears so alive,
As this homesick moment has shuddered and died!
When We Met and Fell in Love
(half a century ago)
By Franklin Price
03/02/2022
When we met so long ago, another time, another place.
I felt a pull, a need for you, when I looked upon your face.
We both had love to give someone, who would be with us for life
Never thought, when I first met you, that you'd ever be my wife
You were married to another in that other place and time
He cheated and he used you, all of us were in our prime.
I had just returned from Vietnam, where I received a “Dear John” letter
My first wife, while I was there, had found another who was better.
We had met, when in high school, through her mom, I knew at work
She was a year behind me, that we met was just a quirk.
I was a Senior, she a Junior. At school, she was unknown to me.
Had I not wanted extra money, this tale I tell would never be.
One thing led to another, in those days back in the past
In a short time we would marry, as you can see, it did not last.
We were divorced before I got home, from that war across the sea
I separated from the service. I was alone, was only me.
I got a job at KSC; Man would soon walk on the moon.
One giant step for mankind ; I would take another soon.
In the midst of all this hub bub, you separated from your mate
I did my best to comfort you. I once again was tempting fate.
Our lives were intermingled by the histories we had
The relationships we'd gone through, sometimes good, but mostly bad.
We felt a bond between us, and when your own divorce was done,
I asked you if you'd marry me; you said yes, I'll be the one.
We took our vows, said our I do's, we meant them from the heart
Said we'd always be together, until death, then we would part.
That time is now upon us, more than fifty years have passed
You are gone, and I'm still here, our love forevermore will last.
Our marriage was our destiny. God said it was to be
I gave you all the love I had, and you gave your love me
I know I need to travel on, need to move on down the road
I must think of how to do it, don't want to go in overload.
We did everything together until you breathed your very last
Now I must go on alone, don't want to move along too fast
Friends and family are here for me, want me to visit, come around
I still need to wait awhile, until I am on firmer ground.
Circumstance
By Franklin Price
02/05/2022
When we met, by circumstance, so many years a go,
Who would have thought we'd come this far, through all the ebb and flow.
I know God had a hand it, when He sent me to that place.
Where man would soon walk on the moon, by sending Saturns into space.
Was so unreal, was such a deal, being part of history.
Had just returned from Vietnam, so much different would this be.
Ink barely dried upon the page, my marriage ending in divorce.
The vows were torn asunder. I was moving on, of course.
I had no special aim in life, but to work so I could play
Then you came into the room. My whole world changed that day.
The first word that you heard me speak was the “F” profanity
You were married to another and were glad it was not me.
Your husband was a cheater. My first wife had been the same.
To say “I do”, then cheat on you, is not how to play the game
Time went by, then you and I, through the powers that would be,
Found true love, that we will have, throughout eternity.
By that July, up in the sky, Armstrong set foot on the moon;
Made a giant leap for mankind. We would also make one soon.
Your spouse had gone overboard and had left you for another
I, through circumstance, was there, with the shoulder of a brother.
We found we had a lot in common; spoke a lot of truth and trust
Of morality in marriage, and maybe just a little lust.
I asked you if you'd marry me; was a sin to live together
I'd be with you, through thick and thin, through calm and stormy weather.
You said yes. We said I do; that year, on twenty-one November.
Has been over half a century of good times to remember.
We fought for you, the last two years. God no longer could refrain
He came and lifted you to heaven to relieve you of your pain.
Though you were Catholic, I a Baptist, we believe that Jesus died
To pave both our ways to Heaven; where God will put me by your side
From there we can continue our love throughout eternity
I know that it will happen, we'll have to wait awhile to see.
Until then I'll have your spirit in my heart, my soul, my mind.
You'll be with me in my travels, I'm not leaving you behind.
You will always be here with me, to sing the song and dance the dance.
It will be because I love you, not by some other circumstance.
It’s strange, isn’t it?
How someone can live in your heart for years,
Without even realizing it.
I wasn’t looking for a fairytale.
I wasn’t expecting fireworks,
Or a dramatic confession under the rain.
All I ever wanted…
Was to matter to you.
To have a place in your life
That felt a little more permanent.
But here we are.
After all this time,
You look at me and say—
“We can still be good friends.”
Like that’s a reward.
Like that should be enough
To patch the pieces I kept safe for you.
You don’t know
What it’s been like on my side.
Sixteen years.
Sixteen years of memories,
Of growing up with the idea of you—
Of hoping, waiting,
Hearing your voice in every silence.
While you were busy making new friends,
Laughing, moving on,
I was still there—
Quietly searching
For the old you
In every place, every face,
In every version of who you became.
And yet, I never told you everything.
You’ll never know
How many times I replayed our conversations,
How many times I wanted to say more
But stayed quiet…
Because I thought even silence
Was better than pushing you away.
The truth?
I was always afraid—
Afraid to lose even the small version of you I had.
So I settled.
I became the friend, the listener,
The one you could count on…
Even if you never asked yourself
What I needed in return.
But I watched.
From a distance.
Not because I didn’t care—
But because I cared too much
To become someone you’d grow tired of.
People change.
Feelings shift.
You made your choices,
And I never had the right to stop you.
Love doesn’t work that way.
It’s not about holding on tight…
It’s about knowing when to let go
With grace.
I stopped bringing it up.
Stopped trying to make you see.
Maybe you found someone better.
Maybe you just outgrew me.
Either way, I stepped back.
Not because I stopped loving you—
But because I finally learned to love myself too.
You’ll never know
How much you meant to me.
How much you still do.
I’m not here to change your mind.
I’m not asking for anything.
I just want you to know—
No matter what happens next,
You were the most real thing
I ever felt.
And even if I was just a passing chapter in your story…
You were my favorite page.
No anger.
No regrets.
Just love.
Quiet.
Unspoken.
Forever.
Show Riders Have A Horse,
And They Love to Do A Course.
When They Are Done,
They Wait Around to See If They Have Won.
Blue, Red, Green, or Yellow,
Show Riders Are So Mellow.
Later in The Barn Giving the Horse A Bath,
Show Riders Are There Having A Laugh.
You See Show Riders Are Good at This Historical Game,
Where No One Is Supposed to Complain.
Building Trust Is A Major Feat,
And Showing It Off Is Truly Sweet.
Show Riders Are A Special Troop,
With Emphasis on Being A Supportive Group.
So, In A World of Hate,
Let’s Get Something Straight.
When Exhibiting Horsemanship, It Isn’t the Check,
Instead It Is the Lesson in Respect.
So, Let Those with Egos In,
And Let Them Win.
For When They Go on A Power Play,
The Show Rider Will Say,
Do Not Forget to Visit the Show Office to Pay.
One Day They May Reflect,
And Say Heck,
Those Show Riders Know What They Are Doing,
And Will Forget About Using Words Like Suing.
For It Should Be Known About the Show Rider,
They Are Not Liars.
Show Riders Stand by The Truth Never Needing for Their Voice to Hit the Roof.
In All True Honesty the Show Rider Does Not Need to Know What to Do with The Bute.
Instead the Show Rider Should Always Have Time to Look Cute,
With the Main Goal to Relax Those in The Business Suit.
So, The Next Time the Show Rider Is in The Ring,
They Will Look Up at The Queen Sitting with The King.
Reminding Them They Are Participating in This Thing,
Where Horses Have Magical Wings.
Everyone Will Clap with Class,
Acknowledging the Beauty of The Vision from The Past,
When There Was No Need for Gas.
At the Proper Time Show Riders Will Meet the Royals,
Proving No One In the Industry Is Spoiled.
The Show Rider Will Hear the Remark About Princess Anne,
Not Being A Fan.
Instead She Was the One Creating Such a British Buzz,
When She Showed Her Olympic Equestrian Love.
So, Sit Back Letting Those Who Count Their Strides,
To Handle Those Who Lied and Took Bribes.
Since It Is the Show Rider’s World That Will Make Them Confess,
Giving the Show Rider the Opportunity to Nicely Say We Need to Take Care of This Mess.
With the World Getting Colder and Some of Us Getting Older,
It Is Time for The Show Rider to Be Bolder,
So, We Can Finally Close This “Nasty Angry Folder”
In crowded rooms I saw you but feared to say hello,
So I never invited you round for tea, instead I just wallow,
In this life without love, I know not of what I have lost,
And each slightest sun beam cripples in the nightly frost,
Twisted branches hug me, creeping over lumbered limbs
that know my smell, long for my touch and tangle in my sins,
I am desperate to break free from the blackened bark,
And rid me of this sombre paint, my colourless birthmark,
I long to smell the salty breaths of the wild and violet ocean,
But instead I numbly follow each life-long learnt emotion,
But frothy waves desert me,
And these twisted branches hurt me,
Though they say they love me dearly, they pierce into my sullen skin.
When I first met you love, I didn’t know what to think,
I’d been on stormy tides for years and I balanced on the brink,
I know not of what I am my love as I float with you beside,
And I know not of what I will now become on these tempest tides,
To take the risk of having you is to leave known loneliness,
But in this cloistered room my breaths unwillingly confess,
Your flowers bud from rotting wood in calm sporadic delight,
And blossom amongst dewy moss against a sunless fight,
Maybe we can share a brew my dear, a steamy cup of love,
“Please do not shy away from me”, sweetly sings your mourning dove,
But blooming orchids scare me,
And the roses thorns cling to me,
Though I long for your touch my love, I am nothing without my kin.
You say you have always known me love, as though you were always there,
Like you were always at the breakfast table and I always had a chair,
You’ve bought me out of darkness dear, without shadows I cannot hide,
I feel you watching me as I sleep, from my one lamped, one booked bedside,
You’re with me in my dreams my love but not keeping tears at bay,
But now when glassy eyes run deep I’m no longer in the clay,
There will be times when I desert you and leave your loving hold,
But know I’ll always think of you until I am grey and old,
I promise to always love you love and I’ll always be home for tea,
And I thank you love for loving me though at times I’ve wanted to flee,
Now caring words they warm me,
And growing forests holds me,
Though we are new born friends my love, just now I love you love, yes always.
I never wanted to change you...I loved the way you are....
With all what you are. ..I simply loved you...
I understood you...Not only with your talking words..
But when you said nothing at all...I tried to take your tears to cry..
And give you a true happy smile ..
I enjoyed are arguments..Songs we sang as singers..
I enjoyed all the time I spent with you..
and it will always be a sweet memory for me to keep hugging. ....
You said you don't want me anymore. .you said you want to me alone..
Many times I came after you..tried to stop you...
knowing that you are going to be lonely..
You need to be taken care of...You need to be understood. .
You need to be touched and kissed... you simply need a to be loved...
I never asked you to love me..I never asked you to be there for me...
I just wanted you to be there..with no labels put to our bond..
I just wanted you in my life..I never expected anything in return...
all I wanted was your happiness. ..because I know. .what is to be lonely. ..
What is to be unloved...What is to be neglected. .and unwanted.
I know the hurt in that..
I saw me in you..I felt a true connection to you...
That's the first reason..I fell in love with you...
I know you will not come back again...I know I will never find you again...
But I am with you in my thoughts. I am still thinking about you..
I simply wants you to be happy..
even without me beside you..
I want you to find your self..I want you to be strong in every way. .
I want you to smile even with tears in your eyes..
Remember the life lessons in taught you...
The experiences stories shared with you..
Believe in your self..when others pull you down.
Be positive in the midst of negative once...
Try to break your cocoon of anxiety and learning to trust..
Always remember there are true once ...who simply loves you..
and wouldn't expect anything in return
take strength form the universe. .
And those unseen powers of God's. .
I am wishing from the bottom of my heart. .
and I truly believe that ..there will be a day...
you will fly a Beautiful butterfly. .
And you will totally be free..
And that day..when you are roaming the blue sky of life..
If you can please look at our memories and think of me and smile!!
Dilu D wijegunasekara 21st of September 2019