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Take good care of yourself,
Recover and get well soon;
Listen to beautiful music,
Let not your soul be out of tune.
Take good care of yourself,
Eat fruits and vegetables;
Drink lots of water daily,
Let health be one of your goals.
Take good care of yourself,
Never skip your breakfast;
Let your body be always strong,
Yes, from dawn till dusk.
Take good care of yourself,
Go to bed early, not too late;
Have enough good night sleep,
Let the next day be so great.
Wake up with a happy heart,
Get your smile from the shelf;
Ask God for guide and protection,
Take good care of yourself.
Running in high heels
I’ve wondered at times how it feels
To run in a pair of high heels
I’m sure it would be such a sight
I’d wobble from left and the right
And damn if I stepped in a hole
I’d probably lose all control
Go flying out off through the air
Onlookers would laugh as they stare
When seeing the mishap I’d found
Me lying face first on the ground
Enduring discomfort and pain
While drenched by a cold winter rain
Though no sense in being afraid
I’m sure some would come to my aide
And maybe, just maybe there’d be
A pretty girl right next to me
To offer me comfort and care
Perhaps hold my hand while she’s there
But that would just come in a dream
If all of you know what I mean
Now kept off my feet for a while
It’s so hard to muster a smile
But soon I know that it would end
I would be brand new once again
Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever seen
A pair of high heels in thirteen
And knowing of my fashion sense
Those shoes would incur an expense
And if Pradas don’t come in that size
Then it’s now time that I realize
That I’ll never know how it feels
To run in a pair of high heels
Dedicated to a friend who is in a bit of discomfort right now, hoping to bring a smile.
Get well soon.
(Moses Gava Featuring Kudakwashe Victor Shoko)
Neither did it start yesterday
Nor yesteryear
A scroll further backward
Deep into the historical era
I could see him crawling
During those years of polling
They were born egoistical
I wish I were not
Philanthropic, I would have preferred
To see them holding my trifles
At them I would fire a rifle
Only that my fingers couldn't shoot to kill
With strong aversion
I behold them thriving
Because I'm striving
At them I'm diving
Only to interpose
To forslow them Of course
If jealousy were a disease
Surely I would be among the ill
Opting to get well soon
And so, Starting Today
I will loathe no more
I will cheer evermore
Economically and Socially
I am ailing
Starting Today
I will retreat into writing
My treasure, My company
Lies in that realm
It's my world,
I create what I want
This world
Is an awfully awful place
I'll shrink from it
And venture into were I find solace
Starting Today
I'll excrete sadness and sorrow
I'll take gulps of happiness,
Today not tomorrow
Things cannot go in your favor always,
Let that sink in
You can't create happiness in someone's world
You'll be altering its design,
Create your own world
Happiness or solace,
You'll put what you want
Hell or paradise of your making,
How is that?
The orator is Starting Today
When is your today?
Today is today, Start Today
Starting Today, let's all Start Today
You know what you want, get it Today
GET WELL SOON
Thought I’d write a couple of lines
To try to make you smile,
Cos you’ve been off work poorly
For just a little while.
The transport gang are coping well
They seem to be ok,
There’s been no major cock ups
As they work from day to day.
Now Pete’s gone off to Turkey
But Karen’s in the frame,
So sorting all the runs out
Becomes a juggling game.
So concentrate on getting well
By improving your own health,
till once again you’re fighting fit
Back to your former self.
And one last thing to say to you
Till you’re better, stay away,
Cos when the cat has left the building
The mice are gonna play.
Nevertheless, I resolved to be a preacher
Waiting as a worker in His vineyard
As a Sunday school teacher for His call
To avoid eternal condemnation
And not been helpless fighting spiritually
Here I am as a teacher
Acting greatly like Bayard
Who is not afraid of the timing thrall
To bewitch code of conduct adulteration
For fairness and quality mutually
We are all different in thought
May be not specific in pursuit
Going will surely be tough
Lasting shall dictate our stand
Not all will stand to the end
Many are dreams we had blindly fought
One deals with it like a brute
Some will handle it very rough
Few gets to deeply understand
The motive behind inability to suspend
Chasing a dream like no tomorrow
Feasting for lent in prayer
To make out for the best per chance
Oiled by grace will
In its just and totality
Electrical engineering work is a course I borrow
Though, Nigeria has got me to pair
With teaching work to enhance
Living and paying some bills
A case study of most Nigerians duality
R. I. P to all the dreams that freeze up
Like a winter snow and get dissolved
Get well soon all dreams that dry up
Like a raisin in the sun to get resolved
Amen!
It's always the little things
That mean the most to people
Holding more value than all the money
In the bank; more of a treasure than
Any material thing one could possibly imagine
A genuine expression of love to a loved one
Like a bear hug, a blown kiss from afar
A simple warm greeting with a strong handshake
Wishing a stranger happy holidays, an apology
A reassuring smile, a wink, a good deed done
For someone, with no strings attached
A thoughtful gesture that lets the recipient
Know you care, such as a random act of kindness
A get well soon card to the sick, a recognition
A pat on the back for a job well done, saying thank you
A word of encouragement to keep up the good work
To keep soldiering on when the going gets tough
It's always the little things
That makes all the difference in the world
DECEMBER 2018,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines
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Date written and posted: 12/05/2018
To my little sister,
Who is not really small
It’s just that she is younger than I
And she’s not very tall
The other day she had a bang
Unfortunately on her head
There is a good side to this
She could have ended up dead
The trouble is the bang has rattled
What brains she does possess
At least the scans did find some
But they are a vibrating mess
They say she will improve
But that cannot be
Because my little sister
Is already perfect for me
She may struggle talking
But I can feel for her
With her new stutter and my daft voice
We sound a right daft pair
We think we’ll start a chat line
But not sure what it’ll be
We might begin an auction site
We’ll have to wait and see
GGGoing GGGoing gone
She would be good at that
But with my alternating voice
I just sound like a real pratt
Between my highs and lows
And her struggle with her words
There’s’ one think we both know
We are not a pair of nerds
So to my sister Dawn
I send you all my love
Get well soon sweetheart
You are the hand that fits my glove.
Mandy aka GG
19/12/2013 ©
To those that know us they know we are both struggling with speech but for two different reasons.
This Poem is dedicated to all my Christian friends on Poetry Soup
and else where in the world in the festival month of Xmas.
A Poem on a Story from Bible 1 of 2
The Healing at the Pool
One fine morning
When the Sun was spreading
Its refreshing morning breeze
On the soil of Jerusalem. 01
All the sick and suffering people
Had started gathering
On a spot
Named as Five Porches
At the place, known as ‘Sheep Gate’. 02
They all were here
So that they may get a chance
To have a dip in the holy water of the pool
Of Bethzatha*
To get rid of their sufferings and sicknesses. 03
The desire and wish
To touch the holy water and
To get well soon
Had brought them there
In spite of their pity deplorable conditions. 04
On that fine beautiful morning
Along with the rising Sun
Jesus had come to Jerusalem
For a religious festival. 05
He was standing on one of the porches
And was looking towards those people
Who had gathered there
With all the love and kindness
In his heart for them
For all those
Who were either sick or blind,
Lame or paralyzed
Or had sufferings of some other kind. 06
Ravindra
Kanpur India 8th Nov. 2012 To be concluded soon in Part 2
Sherlock
I met a man on the internet, but he’s not for me to date
He seems ok because he has a dog he loves, so I think I am too late.
The dog was given a name of notable English fame
He used to live on 221b Baker Street and Sherlock was his name.
Poor Sherlock has sore eyes, so they sent him to Dr Bart
He had to have a lid lift to keep the lids apart.
Poor Sherlock is now home and feeling very sad
A cone around his head, he wants to sleep with mum and dad.
Sherlock is a bloodhound, not the smallest dog
He sleeps with mum and dad and daddy writes his blog.
Dad has found a use for Sherlock with his cone around his head
He places him in the garden for free satellite instead.
Get Well Soon Sherlock
Happy birthday to the most handsome, most loving,
and most amazing Papa in the world — no one else but you!
Before anything else, I thank the Almighty Father
for giving me you as my Papa.
You are one of His greatest gifts to me — the reason
I’m here in the Kingdom, the vessel He used
so I could truly know and draw closer to Pastor.
You weren’t just a good father to us — you were a good man.
A man who loved not just with words, but with actions.
Not just in the physical, but most of all, in the spiritual.
You planted seeds of faith in our hearts
even when we were too young to understand.
I still remember what you once told me,
back when I was still in the outhouse —
how your strictness came from love,
because you never wanted to raise children who’d lose their way.
And now I see it clearly, Papa — everything you did
was for our souls. For our future. For us.
Thank you for standing tall when we were weak.
For holding on when we were close to letting go.
You carried the weight of our doubts with unwavering faith,
and that’s something I’ll forever be grateful for.
Thank you, Brother Hugo — for every prayer,
every word of guidance, every silent sacrifice we may never fully know.
Wishing you more birthdays filled with joy, peace, and strength.
Please take care, Papa. Get well soon,
and don’t let any sickness dull your spirit.
We love you so deeply. Happiest birthday once again, Papa — our hero, our guide, our blessing!