Long Lifetime Poems
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Off to see the Super Bowl in Vegas, fullfilling a lifetime dream
People from all over the world gather to engage in the excitement , and to chher there favourite team
Vegas with its reputation for being such a vibrant and fun loving place to go
A trip to the casino a place where you hope to see your money grow
With first class entertainment to be take in , we will surely make all the rounds
A walk down the strip engages all of our senses , with so much energy to be found
Ticket prices for the game from resale brokers nearing ten thousand , completely insane
However you may get a glimpse of Taylor Swift , and of course Usher at halftime of the game
Prices go up for everything with the Super Bowl in town
With so many people acting up from so much liquor , someone from the circus should be out recruiting some new clowns
As they say some things are priceless , a lifetime memory I am sure
With so much money bet on the big game , a little of that would be nice to secure
Black and white butterfly a rare single sighting
Idealized image caught upon film
Beautiful bounding insect drinking nectar
Against such colorful contrast of orange Lantana
A wonderful shot snapped in a twinkle of the eye
Photo snapped by a trained eye and skilled cameraman
A picturesque scene to last a lifetime
Amazing photography work hangs upon the museum wall
The butterfly flits about
Tasting each sweet nectar
Never remaining in one place
Reminder of the spectra
Black and white a beautiful sight
Mixed colors like choices
First on roses then foxglove's blooms
Silent is their voices
Orange Lantana is not special
This butterfly is fickle
Wanting faithfulness receiving
Dishonesty's prickles
new year's teenage must
casey kasem counting down
the top one hundred
led zeppelin
a whole lotta love up the
stairway to heaven
hey jude
bringing me up
when I'm down
mamas and papas
california dreamin'
~ idle winter days
knit one purl one
two-tone phentex slippers
to beatles tunes
elvis
love me tender
with caramel kisses
engelbert
singing his heart out
a man without love
beach boys
god only knows
whispered in the rain
tom jones and
green green grasses
of home
sounds of silence stir
with simon and garfunkel
darkness an old friend
otis sitting
on the dock of the bay
till evening comes
me and mrs jones
sax and blues
the morning after
barry white
can't get enough of your love
on red satin sheets
nancy sinatra
strutting her custom boots
made for walking
neil diamond
sings to
sweet caroline
cash johnny and june
getting married in a fever
~ lifetime parole
patsy cline
crazy
missing you
band of five
driving old dixie down
into the night
janis joplin
hanging out with me
and bobby mcgee
playing the cd
jesus christ superstar
each sunday
cher
halfbreed
by harvest moon
last schoolbus run
alice the first out
no summer school
joni mitchell
hailing
big yellow taxi
santana
catering to his
black magic woman
pink floyd
laying another brick
in the wall
john lennon
imagine
dark clouds rolling in
c c r
putting a spell on you
just because they can
elvis still asking
if you're lonesome
he's willing to sing
memories of
hotel california
you can never leave
hemming bell bottoms
summer radio blaring
to seventies tunes
Warm water cleans my soiled body.
Viewing a naked woman, I stand.
Washing me and overlooking my sin,
“Look, our bodies are beautiful.”
Angels were given beauty as this.
Muses aspired for beauty as pure as this.
Love never arouse above this mark.
Etched in my mind forever: Your beauty and love
If ever I saw your face: I saw true beauty.
If ever I saw the face of your mother:
Spring of beauty I beheld.
If ever I saw your children: Deltas of love I realized.
Engravings of this depth are not meant to be matched.
Visions lovely and sweetly remembered
are the calibrations of those to come.
A lifetime is satiated with one.
Never did I seek a rival
For even gold is matched only by silver.
Yet forth she did spring, erupting from within,
arising in front of me.
Surprising me with this arrival,
Her coming was unsolicited.
Her beauty was the same I knew.
Love poured out from Her soul so naturally, so kindly.
Beckoning me, reaching for me,
“Daddy come with me.”
Beauty even more powerful than I had ever experienced.
Even more rare was Her love.
Matching and surpassing all that I knew.
Summoning the very mark of beauty I held so true.
Displaying her innocent love
I was overcome.
True was Her beauty as the Spring of Your mother.
Pure was her love as the Deltas of Your children.
Heavenly beauty I see in her face as I see in Your face.
Powerful, gentle, loving and kind:
She is as You Aunt Elaine
(alternately titled random axe of violence)
I calculated an average
of ~10.16.... deaths per year
of mass school shootings since Columbine,
a morbid benchmark where,
iGen / Gen Z 1995 - 2012 bore significant hit,
now students require armed guards to learn - veer
really within purportedly "safe places",
which statistics tracks a unilinear
trend, and justifiably causing
absolute zero reassurance
countering alarmist state of mind dust tear
ability to accept rationale
dismissing greater probability
prevails lightening will strike loved ones,
nonetheless share
ring understandable expressing
rightful salient concerns with school board
quotidian possibility son(s) and/or daughter(s) rare
lee remain mum at every opportunity,
how second amendment does not square
with democratic e pluribus unum firmament,
lieutenant management,
quintessential reverent tenets
pointing trigger finger of accountability
at lax gun purchasing rare
lee does emotional uproar demanding
immediate controls, limitations, restrictions,
et cetera on firearms scare
the bejesus from stalwart National Rifle Association,
whence spokesperson doth prepare
convincing rebuttal (lock, stock at barrel) overbear
ring lee outgun legitimate
parental concerns, now near
daily occurrence hardly cause a flinch glossed
inducing similar reactions as
sports home team defeated, sans mere
slightly raised eyebrows while headline news
when another tragedy gets tacked
unto the 122 students killed since Columbine
took the lives of innocent lives 19 plus years ago
which ho hum sacrifice of youth or teachers bare
lee induce ripple despite an increasing number
of spent bullets fallout inflicting
more than 208,000 vulnerable
impressionable psyches sorrows need a lifetime to air!
. for public domain
( liberally inspired from Socrates' "second best account" from Plato's dialogue Phaedo )
Up the road a little and beside a pond,
with a view of dew which she grew so fond,
where she shed her Grace after her demise,
and a lifetime of forgiven lies,
near a wooden cross, a throw from an Oak,
a Preacher preached with tears as he spoke,
"We shall miss her kind voice, her soft embrace,
miles of smiles from her pretty face,
Though none of it real, we needed the show
of what Life could be, and not what we know.
To her old age, from the time of her youth
she gave no care for low gestures of truth.
So let us give praise for she who would lie,
who faced Life truly with a heave and a sigh,
but always looked Upwards for the Gift of Grace,
and let that Truth shine from a suffering face."
Endlessly expectantly awaiting
a knock upon one's front door
That quite patently you know deep
inside your heart and soul is destined
never ever to come
No matter how hard or many times
you wish upon it will
Is a lifetime in part best spent
Stuck waiting all alone inside starring
out a window and dusty curtains
At strangers and life passing bye
And if you listen hard enough the
faintest of knocking noises heard
Before the door is closed behind them
shut
Once those who are warmly welcomed
are safely ushered in
Offered up a cup of tea or whatsoever
beverage they desire
And so begin to recite converse
declaration , exclamation
In order to propagate and facilitate the
purpose of a conjugal visit
Whilst he or she across the road makes
use of the nearby dusty curtains
To wipe and dry the tears away from
their eyes
More in just than in hope and endless
expectation
A knock upon one's front door finally arrives
And they don't look their best
Yes, I love beer
And beer loves me,
We’re as thick as thieves
As honey is to bees.
I can’t help but wonder
What life would be
Without this golden amber,
Not a world I’d like to see.
Every sip a luscious joy,
Food for body, mind and soul,
It warms in winter, cools when hot,
As water is to ice, as fire adores its coal.
But now they claim it hampered,
My judgement in my youth,
A baseless common slander,
Insulting and uncouth.
A lifetime spent in service,
As a bastion of the law,
A judge regaled with honor,
Not just a man of straw.
So what I had a tipple
And sometimes a few more,
It livened up the party,
With a drink I so adore.
As to these accusations
That somehow I blacked out
I just can’t help but wonder,
How folks could not this doubt.
A father and a husband,
A friend to countless girls,
A man of faith and principle,
Tarnished by innuendo’s swirls.
So let this be a lesson
To all young pups today,
Consider each and every action,
Beware of what posterity may say.
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One Christmas Eve, when all the reindeer wheezed,
Santa sighed, staring at his grounded fleet.
Then—scritch-scratch—a small, clawed architect appeared,
tail a-quiver, eyes bright with stolen seeds.
I’ll do it, chittered the squirrel, puff-chested,
as if sleighs were just oversized acorns.
Santa shrugged. Desperation breeds odd pilots.
The squirrel’s tiny paws gripped the reins~
no reins, really, just shoelaces knotted tight.
The sleigh lurched forward, more wobble than glide,
gifts rattling like a junk drawer in turbulence.
Over rooftops they went, the squirrel’s tail steering
like a frantic rudder. Cats paused mid-yawn.
Children glimpsed the blur—Was that... a squirrel?
—then dismissed it as eggnog hallucinations.
Presents were dropped (some were flung, frankly),
landing in chimneys, bushes, one in a birdbath.
The squirrel, high on adrenaline and stolen frosting,
declared this the Greatest Nut Run Ever.
Dawn approached. Santa, exhausted, offered payment~
the squirrel demanded a lifetime supply of cashews.
And that’s why, even now, if you listen closely,
you’ll hear tiny claws on your roof...
delivering invoices.
The last time that i held you,
And looked deeply in your eyes;
I felt i was one with you,
Yes i felt you deep inside.
Our bodies flowed in passionate rythm,
Like a perfect fitting glove;
I've never felt this close to anyone,
No, I never knew such love.
I later cradled you in my arms,
As I softly caressed your face;
And i looked up into heaven,
And silently thanked God for his grace.
I know you are a gift to me,
A blessing from God above;
And though I am not perfect,
I know your my perfect love.
I will forever cherish you,
And treat you with love and care;
I know that with God's blessing,
A beautiful lifetime we will share.