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David Wier OBE started out with a crowd of only five,
Watching him race in the fast track events very alive,
In the swift wheelchair races, as he is spinally injured,
From his birth, and could not use his legs anchored.
Disappointed with these Paralympics in Atlanta 1996,
Dignity did beckon him to ask people then to quickly fix,
This sheer ignorance about the worth of disabled folks,
So that the crowds then came, and disability was talks.
He’s a marathon racer and so won London six times,
He won two golds at the 2008 Beijing summertimes,
He won four golds at the 2012 Paralympics of flares,
Three for track, and one for the marathon that wares.
He succeeded in the Great North Runs with records,
And in the Great Manchester runs, like many Concords,
And has flown to Switzerland for the Oensingen run,
And to New York as well as to Portugal, Lisbon of sun.
Baroness Tanni-Gray Thompson inspired his long days,
The female wheelchair racer who won 16 medals, daze,
At the Paralympics, starting in Seoul in 1988 with speed,
She took the crowd to a very certain magic place indeed.
Twice he has won the British Wheelchair Sports Award,
He was disabled sports personality of the year, forward,
In 2006 as he was named, and in 2010 proud and tall,
He became part of the London Youth Games Fame Hall.
Wier has three kids, two with his present partner Emily,
A boy and two girls, and to Emily he’s not an anomaly,
Because he loves her very much, and who’s yet again,
Pregnant with baby, and so won’t being going to Rio ken.
Pleasure or pain, pain or pleasure?
Who is to say what one does treasure?
Flogger, whip, paddle or the cane
Are just few things to bring on pain.
I love to bite and claw.
And blood I do so draw.
My command he does obey
And not even just in play.
It gives me infinite joy
To know he will not be coy.
Our world honesty is a must
For without it there is no trust.
He so needs what I give
This will be the way we live.
Where my wishes are prominent.
It is that of submissive and Dominant.
Now for those that know me
You will begin to finally see
That this is not a game
Nor will there be any shame.
For I am still a southern belle.
One that will give you holy hell.
A lady I am, just not so proper and prim
Who would have thought I would love BDSM?
You have soul if you know right and wrong,
You have soul if with others you get along,
You have soul if you talk like you mean it,
You have soul if you say it but also do it.
You have soul if you know the way ahead,
But you still have soul if you can be lead,
You have soul if you remember the dead,
And afterwards smile, to leave your spread.
You have soul if you admit to your intelligence,
In the midst of a gang of rogues, deliverance,
You have soul if you love only when you can,
To give your lover a fair ride, not for the pan.
You have soul if you give enough to satisfy,
And try to understand others so as to ramify,
You have soul if you ache for political freedom,
When you decide to shout for a victim’s reason.
You have soul if you pick society over religion,
Choosing the more liberal ways of tight fashion,
You have soul if you check yourself for morality,
And let your older figure with you the modality.
You have soul if you see your poetry burn, vetoed,
But nonetheless you write again to flow, it’s radioed,
You have soul if you readdress your truth values,
In later life, and find a happiness that for you argues.
You have soul if you’ve considered the questions,
Found in life about belief, dignity and obtrusions,
You have soul if you complement your many friends,
And love as you can to cause enjoyment and ends.
Despoiled of raiment green, each branch in nakedness now stands forlorn;
Unmoved by passing seasons’ change, the songster sits and sings alone:
Would there were in this garden some could feel the burden of its moan!
This life no more its joy retains, nor even death can bring relief;
‘Tis sweet to sit alone and sigh and eat a sad heart out in grief.
Out from the mirror of my soul‘what gems of thought now strive to shine;
What visions splendid, dreams sublime,
Arise within this breast of mine! but in this garden lives not one to see and hear, to feel and know:
No tulip with its streak of pain, to sense my heart-blood’s smarting flow.
May this sad bulbuls lonely song to grief each listening soul awake;
The clangour of these rousing bells make drowsy hearts their sleep forsake!
Let Faithful hearts re-plight their troth, and forge afresh their bond Divine;
Let in the long-parched heart of each the old thirst wake for sweet old wine!
The blood of sweet Arabian vine Overflows this wine-jar Ajamy,
Although the singer sings in India having Hijaz is his melody.
Kalam e Iqbal Poem Shikwa,The Complaint of Pious Muslim tO Allah in decent manner.
And it is well Translated By Aliza Kashmala Kiran (Famous English Voluntary Poetess of Pakistan & Best Social Writer).
Treason's For The Wrongs
The wicked wizard has exiled their king.
The king is frozen in the shadow of darkness -
Where there is not no living things.
The castle is in a up roar people are scared and not knowing what to do.
The wizard is calling all the shots.
The dungeons are full.
There is no crown to be found inside the castle walls.
The wizard never knew that the kings angel took it with her when she seen
What was going on.
Finely the angel put the crown on the kings head.
The Ice shattered from his body then he became glories again.
Wondering where he was at his angel led the way.
Once the King reach the castle, with his mighty crown on his head.
He reached out for his sword then sleigh that wizard to death.
It took one hour to get things back in order or there would be no mercy on his Army
Treason's of Wrongs.
Born in Walsall but growing up in Aldridge,
Ellie was born with achondroplasia to bridge,
She ended up at Olchfa School in Swansea,
With a larger swimming pool, destiny to see.
She was born on the 11th of November 1994,
At an age of 5 she opened the swimming door,
Her coach for her young life was Ashley Cox,
Who made her into a phenomenon that rocks.
When just 13, she won two sparkling golds,
For the 100m and the 400m freestyle folds,
At Beijing in 2008 where the Paras occurred,
And so was picked for the 2012’s, referred.
In those vibrant Paralympics of London city,
Ellie did win the S6 category with great ability,
Because she got gold for the 400m yet again,
And also won the 200 Individual Medley pen.
She’s an OBE since 2013 in the Honours List,
Was the Young Sports Personality 2008, gist,
She also won a silver and a bronze in London,
And has two gold postboxes to proudly spawn.
Oh my goodness how did it come to this?
How did I know that this is was not just a kiss?
He has swept me from my feet
Says we were destined to meet.
But oh those blood red eyes
They tell the most wonderful lies.
I tried to run from that hypnotic gaze
Only to be trapped in this delicious haze.
He looks me straight in the eye
As he leans in, my lips he passes by.
Oh that sting upon my flesh
As my blood is most fresh
He bites and he feeds
As my blood is what he needs.
He then looks at me with my blood upon his lips
Before my mind and body to unconsciousness slips
"Come my love it is time for you, me thinks"
As his wrist is opened and his blood I doth drinks.
Tonight you are now my bride
You will forever be by my side"
Says this was always our fate
That he knew from our first date
From that the very first word said
He knew I was meant for the life of the undead.
With You My love this world is colorful Place:Poem.
Peace is its own reward.
Peace is always beautiful.
Peace is liberty in tranquility.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is a colorful Place.
You are the crazy night,
and I am the yellow star.
It's a divine mercy,
that I have met with you.
After Madly falling in love with you.
I have learned the art of living in this beautiful world.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is colorful Place,
I’ll be yours for lifetime.
if you just give me only one single gesture for real marriage.
Wherever, in whichever street I go,
I stumble upon your fragrance,
you are the dream that i see in every night.
our meeting was destined.
there is a divine light in me from your existence,
I’m a deserted sky,
and you are the moon.
Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is colorful Place,
Living life without you is totally meaning less for me.
I donot want to live without you.
I have left rest of other paths,
I have just come for you only.
Your name is there in my eyes,
recognize this.
Everything else comes after you,
You are the top priority for me.
This love sentence of mine have value worth a hundred normal sentences of mine.
To cut to the core of the matter.
I’ll never go away leaving you alone,you must
know.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is colorful Place,
I am the flowing passenger or traveller like a river.
and you are a silent shore.
You’ll never find peace of mind until you listen to your heart.
Peace is the result of retraining your mind to process life as it is, rather than as you think it should be.
You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Long ago on some days, yet not so long on others,
I do so recall those days when I was yet a mother.
Days of being careless and having fun,
Not having to be responsible for anyone.
Then one day, a mother is what I became,
Where nothing again was ever quite the same.
The day of birth, we had our official introductions,
Yet, none of you came with a list of instructions!
With each new additional child
Came more issues to be reconciled.
There was no easy and set rules
Nor was I given the necessary tools.
I was not as prepared as I thought,
And most days, I admit, I was overwrought.
That did not mean I did not love you five,
For you each made me feel more alive.
I admit, as a mom, I may have messed up,
Yet, I always was able to find a fix-up.
With you all, I was profound and spellbound,
For no greater love could ever be found.
Now that you all are mostly grown,
And my nest you have certainly flown.
Ever reminded that I am no longer needed,
Also, it seems, at every turn, I am impeded.
Though, some, find my advice and affection offending,
My heart burst with love for you all that is never-ending.
I knew you all would grow up and move out someday,
Yet the feelings are so much more than just dismay.
I am alone, awaiting messages or calls,
Yet, nothing is heard inside these four walls.
When my husband leaves for work each day,
I am usually left with nothing but disarray.
Please always know I love and miss you all,
I also miss all the chaos and even the brawls,
That comes with having children around
Yet, silence is all that can now be found.
Just as I was not prepared on the day you were born,
No one told me I would be left feeling so forlorn.
Reminded daily that I no longer matter
My feelings and heart were all about to shatter.
One day, easier these feelings will become,
Until then, this despair I try not to succumb.
Always know that no matter your qualm,
I always have been and will be your mom.
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Will she be in a good mood or will it be bad?
Will she be overjoyed today, or will she be sad?
This yo-yo effect has me in such turmoil,
Never knowing if I can be myself or if its time to recoil.
Sinking into an ever growing black abyss,
Its the upbeat, smiling, wise ass that I really miss.
Take a pill to make you relax and be stress free,
Take another one for Bi-polar and you're a zombie.
I know life sucks right now, with stress at an all time high.
It doesn't help that someone left holes in you and now you don't even try.
Haven't we been through enough the last three or four years?
Do you really have to be so depressed and add to my fears?
I miss my friend, who smiled more, laughed and always had a joke.
Its sad to see a crumpled, lifeless, hollow shell who is broke.
What can I do to get you out of this deep, dark cave?
If we don't get you some help, I fear its an early grave.
I'd gladly take back the girl who makes me laugh so hard I pee,
Being so silly that tears run down my face and I can't breathe.
I miss you, come back and don't be sad, moody and terribly glum.
What will it take, sexy men, kids, Marilyn Manson or a bottle of rum?
I know you think I'm mean and I just get irritated to complain.
But that's not the case, to see you miserable causes me great pain.
Just tell how to make it better, tell me how to make it go away please!
I want my friend back, I'm begging and pleading, I'm on my knees!