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In The Realm of Silver Linings,
you never will find rust,
and never will you ever
see things turn to dust.
Bees may sting, but in this realm,
a bee’s sting does not hurt.
The sweetest honey flows instead.
Baklava will be dessert.
In the Realm of Silver Linings,
should you break a bone,
by nightfall you are healed.
No one has been heard to groan.
Illness rarely finds you there.
Even if it should -
recovery comes as easily
as simply knocking wood.
In the Realm of Silver Linings
lemons don’t need to be sour,
and needful rainfall only comes
lightly like a shower.
You may think such a place
as this cannot exist,
but those with faithful hearts
by good luck there are kissed.
In the Realm of Silver Linings
live those who learned to cope
with trials previously given
but who all the while kept their hope!
12 Snoopy scultures scattered around the city centre
to find in the sun
someone on facebook has spilled the beans
and revealed the location of 3 of them -
she has received an absolute backlash
some bloke wants to take part and drive up from kent
but we can't find the one and ask the young, bearded man in the hi-vis
he sends us over to the young, cologned-up man in the blue suit
he sends us down the escalator to the Paddington Bear bench
and we get there and leave a copy of Robert Burton's
The Anatomy of Melancholy next to Paddington,
eating his marmalade sandwich.
i whisper in his ear, 'good luck to you.'
the security guard and the blue-suited man begin to approach
we leave immediately.
Dragonfly-the miracle insect
Oh… Dragonfly, the miracle insect
You are the symbol of change and self realization
Source of mental and emotional maturity,
Your scurrying flight across water
represents an act of going beyond the surface
glance at deeper implications and aspects of life.
Your agile flight and its ability to move in all six directions
Exclude a sense of power and poise
this can be seen only with age and maturity.
Your speed at amazing 45 miles an hour
Hover like a helicopter and fly backward like a hummingbird,
Fly straight up, down and on either side
Your wing strokes elegance and grace just like a veteran ballet dancer
You are wonderful and exhibits Iridescence both on your wings as well as body
It is kaleidoscopic
Your eyes are wonderful
most amazing and awe inspiring sights
You can see in all 360 degrees around
That symbolizes the uninhibited vision of the mind
And ability to see beyond the limitations of the human self
You are innocent and harmless, not bite
To Japanese you are a symbol of summer and autumn
And admired and respected all
Samurai use you as a symbol of power and best of all victory
For Chinese you are a symbol of prosperity, harmony and as a good luck charm
To Native Americans you are a sign of happiness, speed and purity
because you eats from the wind itself
Those may be the hidden facts that you have inhabited our planet for almost 300
Million years!
Jayaratne Weerakkody
A little while ago on my morning walk I wondered, how can this be?
when a black cat came out of the shadows to say hello…to me
Without any inhibitions…in the middle of the street
she ran up and when I looked down…she was purring at my feet.
I bent down to scratch her back…”Hello little kitty." I said.
She mewed her own Good Morning…then let me scratch her head.
We chatted for a while then when there was nothing more to say
I stood up, said “Goodbye…and we both went on our way.
The next morning on my walk I again wondered how can this be
when up ahead…there in the street…that same cat was waiting for me.
This is something I didn’t expect…I could have never foreseen
but when I finally reached her…we followed the day before’s routine.
And now most days there is this black cat…sitting in the middle of the street
patiently waiting for me…and who I always stop to greet.
Most of the cats I see on my walk…when I say ‘hi’ or have a good day
usually act as if I wasn’t there…or deliberately look away.
And I was brought up believing my day would be filled with wrath
if at any time during that day…a black cat crossed my path.
But this little cat has taught me different…though I still don’t know her name
she’s taught me not to judge…for not all cats are the same.
And since I’ve had good luck since meeting her I think it would be fair
not to judge another cat…by the color of their hair.
I think about this at least once a day…when I bend down to greet
and scratch the head and chat a while…with my black cat in the street.
I'm doing"
I'm doing to much
I'm giving all of me
And with you,I feel there's no guarantee (no guarantee)
I went in, with my intentions
Know I meant well
But tour intentions were like a boat about to sail
So what do I do, what do I say
Could we rewind and press play (play)
Is it to late, I'm afraid it is
I gave it my all
Now it's time to chill
(Chorus)
Sometimes when it's over (over)
It's just that(that)
Not basing it off opinions
Solely on facts (facts)
I've done to much
Feels like this is just a crutch (crutch)
No more bending or trying it out
When you get tired
You'll find a way out
(Verse2)
We had some good times (times)
Yes we did (we did)
We were planning for the future, a life, a house , a kid
In the twinkle of an eye
Things changed
Our titles didn't even remain(remain)
Things started to switch
Feel like we we're left in a ditch
But then I came to a conclusion
With all this confusion
In my head that it was time,
To move on ,and be strong
I know it sucks, but good luck
Chorus)
Sometimes when it's over (over)
It's just that(that)
Not basing it off opinions
Solely on facts (facts)
I've done to much
Feels like this is just a crutch (crutch)
No more bending or trying it out
When you get tired
You'll find a way out
(Hook)
It was good
While it lasted
But we weren't on the same page
So you can have it
It was good
While it lasted
But we weren't on the same page
So you can have it
Chorus)
Sometimes when it's over (over)
It's just that(that)
Not basing it off opinions
Solely on facts (facts)
I've done to much
Feels like this is just a crutch (crutch)
No more bending or trying it out
When you get tired
You'll find a way out
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
9/17/2017
You’re gone — that’s what everyone says,
But my heart still forgets, most days.
My mind still dials your number first,
Whenever the panic inside me bursts.
You don’t pick up… you never do.
Silence answers — not you.
Jaipur again — I’ve come this year,
They say, “Celebrate Diwali here.”
I went to your house today…
Your clothes still hang the same way. I stealed two of them ..
Your expensive black perfume — Good Luck —
Still breathes softly in every nook.
Every lane of Jaipur whispers you,
Every chai stall, every sky-blue hue.
Bhaiya yaar,
Why did it have to end like that, haan?
This city was home because of you,
And him… now both are gone too.
What’s left here for me to call mine?
Even comfort feels like a lie this time.
I want your voice again —
“Princess, listen to me, eat something.”
“Princess, one photo please…”
“Princess, want coffee? I’ll make it sweet.”
I want them all back —
Those words, that care, that track.
No one to make my salads now,
No one to make perfect my coffee somehow.
No one I can hit and laugh with, and never get beaten .
No one who’ll stay, no matter the myth.
No one who listens for 24 hours straight,
No one who knows my soul’s weight.
You knew me more than I ever could,
Understood the silence no one else would.
And now I sit here, breathing slow —
Bhaiya, please… don’t leave me so.
"See a penny pick it up
And all the day you'll have good luck"
~famous English expression ~
Pretty Penny at the train track,
wishing to meet the perfect guy,
lays down a coin and then stands back!
Pretty Penny at the train track,
hearing the wheels’ clickety clack,
meets her fate once the train rolls by.
Pretty Penny at the train track -
wishing to meet the perfect guy.
Across that track, a boy in view
will soon pick up that pretty girl,
and he’ll have luck his whole life through!
Across that track, a boy in view
knows just exactly what to do,
so with his head now in a whirl,
across that track, a boy in view
will soon pick up that pretty girl!
By Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by nette onclaud's
THE AFTERGLOW Poetry Contest
I think they tease their hair
just to look a bit wilder
a little more… “coyote ugly”.
Perhaps a dash of “sports make-up”
under the eyes
to cut down the glare
of the headlights.
They roam the streets
hang out behind dumpsters
(probably smoking, telling coyote jokes”)
wondering why Mom and Dad
moved to the city.
Their den is in the Arboretum
overlooking the Boston skyline.
They go to Public School(s)
dumpster diving….
Covid box lunches.
Soon there will be more
a litter is due.
They may have to move
find a bigger place…
in the city….
good luck with that.
John G. Lawless
©11/20/2021
Bath City football club is an embarrassment to Bath
Most people ain't heard of them the ones who have laugh
Their aim and ambition is to be what they are
And that's like dreaming you're a broken down car
The fixture list came and it says you take part
So you push that car around the track from the start
Their desire is to exist with no plan to go far
They don't have the fire they don't have the heart
We don't show support when it all looks a farce
Don't we deserve something better than this
In good old Bath City where only rugby exists
Football can rot because rugby's the wish
absolute bollocks it's bollocks it is
Lacking intelligence in this rugby territory
it's like they see football the ultimate enemy
Scared of its presence and what it might do
A city with one club yet big enough for two
Our Uni makes athletes Olympian Gold
Bath Rugby competes while the football's on hold
There is a demand, no there's not we get told
"Football's not our game it's just not our mould"
I know Sir James Dyson is a man made in Bath
we're all proud of that, those Hoovers are bad
I say that as slang, his old bosses are mad
They rejected his hoover, how dumb and how daft
Now with your mass fortune beyond simple maths
You can now do what nobody else ever has
Invest in Bath City and put them on the map
You'll be a hero and they won't be crap
Potential so blatant will finally grow
and with it our pride, a pride never known
fill up the stadium with a reason to go
and fans will keep coming if there is a show
The community will bond as it responds to events
when you create dreams the present prevents
those magical days when the cup brings giants
a promotion or two through your generous expense
there's so much potential, they so under achieve
it wouldn't take much for that club to succeed
giving thousands of locals dreams hope and belief
It's you Sir James Dyson can gift what we need
It'll take off like your Hoovers but the football won't suck
with your big fat fortune it won't cost you a buck
it's a bigger football club than we know but its stuck
and it's about our community, it's a gift of good luck
invest in Bath City and the best is to come,
you'll go down in history as the one champion
who did the one thing that nobody had done,
go on mate please it's a job that sounds fun
Under a full night of black night stars, shooting and shining, turning a world of sun worlds, everything universe and cool wind, mountains of dark sound and a stream's breath song, I think often, until dawn, of your strong love. All of these true things becoming mine as a shore. And we inside as a breath baby. Listen, life darling long, four horses grazed nearby my head last night, like good luck. Struck thus I write: your love is greater than the real celestial globe.
How is it the powerful night attends you like a magician his queen? Something thicker and velvet than deep sea foam for you swirl lover. Something true to the events of our lives, the clear mountainous horizon of vision. Over the vast green earth O population of human and animal lovers to chewing very cud, our bond is fulfilled as a mother. A tremendous earthquake couldn't exist without us.