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Miss Vivian, our precious girl,
On this, your special day,
Your Mimi and your Big Daddy
Just have one thing to say:
Oh, happy day, sweet little one,
We hope it’s a delight,
And that you get a piece of cake
When you get home tonight!
Your grandpa’s going back to work,
Retirement’s just too hard,
I think that I’ll go head to head
With Hallmark greeting cards.
Apparently, there’s cash to make
By crafting sappy drool;
Sarcastic birthday wishes may
Not sell, but they sure rule!
So try not to catch COVID, dear,
At daycare, while you play,
We’re kind of short on flyer miles,
And won’t be there today.
We’ll settle for a Facetime call,
Not one we’d want to miss,
So we can give a virtual
Sweet, Happy Birthday kiss!
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A birthday card inscription for Vivian, must have been last year. Posting to join my collection at the soup...
The way back is the way forward
Birth to death to resurrection—
A man that will impact everyone
Rest in the Chinese pages!
This fountain of discovery
Reveals the essence of this Man and
The Plan of the God who is Greater than All!
In the book of the Han dynasty
I look at the record on the 9th March 5 BC
I see the bright star as reflected in the Gospels
It signifies the beginning of a new era
The terror of sin would be washed away
Because of this Man living out God’s Plan
In the book Volume one, the Chronicles of Emperor Guang Wu
In the 7th year AD 31, I see the inscription,
“The sins of all the people are now on one man.
Pardon is proclaimed to all under heaven.”
As he hung on the Cross there was an,
“Eclipse on the day of Gui HAi from Heaven died”
The terror of sin would be washed away
Because of this Man who died on the Cross
Three days later He rose from the Grave
This is also recorded in the History of the Latter Han Annals No 18
This information has been stored in the Chinese writings for decades
The earth is the Lord’s and everyone in it and
God the Father allowed them to record the events of Jesus
Long before the disciples wrote the four Gospels
The way back is the way forward
Birth to death to resurrection—
A man that will impact everyone
Rest in the Chinese pages
This fountain of discovery
Reveals the essence of this Man and
The Plan of the God who is Greater than All!
Matthew 2:2, Luke 23: 44
Graveyard happiness
(A dream)
My fate walks in my mind, he is happy, never mind.
The loneliness of the cemetery is a great wedding
I was in love, my desire was murderous, still that
This cemetery is a world, living the life of old tombs, all that
I see an old crypt, the inscription is old.
More than two hundred years old, death is happy
I just keep walking. I found the purpose of my loneliness
There is a tomb, there is a name, my lost love
New tomb, there are so many flowers, all withered, old
Withered like my life, my living love, hell froze over more
Slowly. The woman (died) who I loved. Her life was saved (happiness)
I killed her, I did. She slowly, slowly died. My witchcraft is her end.
I had to kill her, I had to kill her…
Her life ruined me, destruction
We lost our hope, our life.
It was sweet to see her die.
?It's the end of life
?We never die.
Hell of the cemetery...
... Ceremony of graveyard
Church of hell...
Wedding...
Death celebrates our marriage
... And lives
The once battlefields of Flanders
Were soon clothed with Poppy red
Perhaps a natural reflection of
All the blood that had been shed.
The War Cemeteries laid out
In lines of stones or crosses
A constant stark reminder of
The scale of a nation’s losses.
Each bearing rank and name
Just brutally stating the fact
Listing the tragedy of a war
And it’s inevitable impact.
Many of them are anonymous
Their identities not known
Only that they were casualties.
The battlefields had grown.
With a simple inscription
That could say no more
In carved block letters
A soldier of the Great War
Crops of simple monuments
Like lines and rows of teeth
Signifying to the world at large
A hero lies interred beneath.
Though visitors know
Just what to expect
The very magnitude
Brings stunned respect
Some stand in silence
Some stand and cry
Some quietly ask
The simple question why?
BUTCHER PETE
In the vault below lies the mince, of butcher Pete
Got dragged into a meat processor by the soles of his feet.
RADIOACTIVE SCUM
The Russian soldiers who stormed Chernobyl, are buried in lead coffins below.
And in the dark of night you can see, their radioactive glow.
FARMER MURRAY
Here lies the 'aromatic' remains of the farmer Sid Murray
Missed his footing and drowned in a vat of cow slurry.
PUTIN
At his victory parade in Red Square Putin, had a fatal heart attack
And the inscription on his headstone reads, Karma will always get you back.
MANUEL
Below are buried the pieces of Manuel from Havana
Went swimming and got eaten by a shoal of piranha.
SID
A bookcase containing books about the paranormal and death
Toppled over onto Sid the librarian, and they haven't found his body yet.
JIM
Jim the electric clock maker got electrocuted and died.
It seems that for poor Jim, time was not on his side.
BROWN BREAD ED
Baker Ed fell into his hot oven, and was baked with the dough
And all the mourners were given, a slice as a memento.
LION TAMER FRED
In this vault lies the headless body of lion tamer Fred
Who stumbled onto a lions mouth and who then bit off his head.
ARCHIBALD DE WITT
The world famous conductor Sir Archibald De Witt
Was hit with the arm of a trombone and fell dead in the pit.
Written 27th April 2022.
Live life zealously, it’s an absolute end,
There’s no afterlife and no heaven,
Beyond death, who cares where I’m send,
If it’s hell for me, let it be so my haven!
Ha, I envy them the most who dwell
where ignorance and indifference reign,
They desire no heaven, they fear no hell--
Abode of eternal bliss, pit of endless pain.
Strange yet are the prospects of life;
Does destiny foretells our fate
Or we shape it by our toil and strife?
Alas, no one can firmly state.
The bittersweet fruits of our labor
Here and now in time we must bear,
Of this I am more certain than ever--
A pumpkin seed yields not a pear.
There is no soul’s zenith or nadir,
Death is a fathomless pit, a dead-end--
No heavenly bliss, no hell’s fear,
No one has seen around its bend.
*(Thoth – was an important God/King of the ancient Egyptians who reigned for more than 3000 years. According to legend, he was buried in the great Pyramid of Giza, and when his body was uncovered he was found to be holding an emerald tablet that contained an inscription beginning – “As Above, So Below”)
~08/13/15 -
This poem expresses my beliefs, my faith, my values better than any other poem.
~...Eternity contest by Laura Leiser
I still love you with a love that goes beyond description
A love so full of passion that on my arm there's now inscription
It started on a day when I saw you on the stage
And ever since I'd look for times to get you to engage
In any conversation, any subject did comprise
To serve my real, true purposes, to hear your voice and see your eyes
Looking back into my own when you then spoke to me
While inside my heart was beating through my chest, good thing you couldn't see
Little did you know although through inkling it did seem
Until the day I told you that I had had a dream
A dream of us together, sitting in a park
Singing songs and drinking wine, a picnic until dark
Right near a lake with mountains, no thought where it could be
But then one night I browsed the net and saw it, Lake Annecy
And even now I still have dreams that you and I are there
Looking down from verdant hills as the world goes by somewhere
I was talking to this sexy
girl on the net ( I cannot tell you her name )
I’ve seen her picture on facebook
A pic that will make you sweat.
We were talking naughty pics
Don’t ask, the subject just came up one day
Ok it was just quick flirty comments
If I must say
Then two hours later
An email comes through
Saying a private naughty pic
Just between me and you
Now this woman is hot
Worth the burns on and hands
But you know me :-)
I had to stop the pic from stimulating any glands
So I thought
I would kill two birds with one stone
I’d have a cold shower
While I have a private viewing at home
Out came the extension cord for the laptop
As I balanced it on one hand (does it matter which hand?)
In a cold shower
I slowly panned
Reading the message
I scrolled and paused
It said
Here I am dressed as Santa Clause
With a wet finger
I scrolled with eyes wide
And saw a cartoon pic
Of Daddymas shaking his but cheeks from side to side
As I read the inscription
“Gottcha now get back to work”
An electric power surge went through me
Which made me berserk
I bounced off the ceiling
The floor and walls
And landed on the edge of the bath
Right on my Sidney Halls
Me wife rushed upstairs
And when she saw this, beat me some more
With her faithful
2X4
Now it’s ok to have
A 1970s Afro in some cases
But for a bald man like me
It’s not, especially in the wrong places
The electricity made me hairs stand on end
Under me arms and me private bit which drove me insane
Particulally when it makes you walk
For a week like John Wayne
But the good thing is when we eventually
Made love in the dark
I made her eyes light up
And even spark
Well I learned me lesson
And won’t do that again
I balance the laptop in the basin
And try to use a stick to scroll, which is a pain.
PS: Thanks Doris you owe me a new laptop
Happy thanksgiving
There's a grocery chain in Canada
Known by the name of Loblaw's
That in itself isn't anything special
Till owners named their son after grandpa
Their poor son was blessed by his parents
Didn't think very hard these Loblaws
Baptized their son Robert that's silly
Bob Loblaw, blah blah blah!
Like someone is incessantly babbling on
Making absolutely totally no sense
Bob Loblaw is quite an intelligent man
Bob Loblaw, blah blah blah!
His name makes him sound like a total idiot
When introducing himself to a newbie
Hard as he tries to pronounce each syllable
Can't say it without sounding goofy
Poor Bob will take his name to the grave
Can you see the inscription on his headstone?
How can anyone be sombre while visiting
Imagine how it sounds on the telephone...
Hello, this is Bob Loblaw, blah blah blah!
As I walk among these tombstones,
There is peace amongst the dead.
I read each etched inscription,
What lives had they all led?
Were the words in stone the truth,
Or did some lie, to just save face?
Did they live with real integrity?
Or were they nothing but disgrace?
Do people still come visit them,
Do they walk here as I do?
Did life pile on a ton of crap
Or did they sail right through?
I come here to remember,
That each day I am above.
I still have much to conquer.
So that’s how I’ll show my love.
Cause even when it’s raining,
Or you’re buried deep in snow.
Whenever I need clarity,
I know just where to go.
As I pass through these stone markers
Of those who are now dead.
There’s still time to change the words,
That will be carved above my head.