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The Power That Can Save Me..........Hello.....is.......The Power The Power That "Made a Tree"!!!!!The Power that made "The Moon,The Earth,The Sky,and "All" Creation,and brought all of that into being,and can cause it "Not To Be"has no problem saving you and me!!! If it was not for bad luck"I thought I would have no Luck at all,but when I suddenly had some "Good Luck",it caused my bad luck to fall!!The bad luck fell,and good luck is a memory that I just cannot forget:It is like the happiness that we have when we get our first "Pet"!!Bad Luck will probably try to make another call,but now that I have had,and know "Good Luck" I can really believe,and say that "Good Luck Trumps All"!!! Let us have ourselves a "Ball"as we always remember The Good Luck"that caused "The Bad Luck" to "Fall"!!!A Squirrel cracked,and busted a nut,and when we see that happen we see the power that is in you and me,and I "Love "The One who "Created""The Tree"!!!! "The Hospital Brings in "SICK Bodies",and makes a collective effort to try and fix ,and heal those sick bodies! "THE ONE WHO MADE THE TREE" can heal those who are the staff in "THE HOSPITAL",and the patients too: because "The One Who Made The Tree made life itself,and "He Lives":and is "Filled with "Mercy,and Grace" as we "Achieve Something Good"and "Thereby Become A Part Of That Which Is "The Most Beautiful!I Love The One Who Made The Tree: I know that he can save "You and Me"! Be Ye not "Conformed"but Be Ye "Transformed" by "The Renewing Of Our Minds!
Ok stop nagging, you twisted me arm,
Ill tell you a true story that caused me harm.
My wife and I ran out of petrol on the motorway,
It was the second minute of the third hour of the day.
So off I walked to the BP garage to get some juice,
On the road are two women shouting verbal abuse.
Their hummer was leaking a lot of oil,
Under the car I went with my shirt black from the soil.
While busy tightening their sump plug,
I heard a loud bang; I must have looked like a mug,
The most excruciating pain in my trouser I felt,
When I found I was suspended under a lorry by my belt.
I was doing sixty mph holding on for dear life,
Crying, calling out to my wife.
The lorry went on for two hours non-stop,
How the hell I hung on and didn’t drop?
Then by luck it stopped, this was my chance,
I rolled from under the lorry to find I was on a boat to France
My nuts were the size of basket balls,
I thought that was it for the future generation of the Halls.
A week later I returned with my balls in a wheel barrow,
And my ---- the size of a full grown marrow.
My wife thought I was dead and she almost choked,
She didn’t speak to me as her life insurance claim was revoked.
© 2000
Good times seem to travel swiftly by.
This is something nobody can deny.
It seems as if it was only yesterday,
when we met each other near the end of May.
Now it is early September around Labor Day.
School is starting again, and you will go away.
“Thank you for all the good times” is what I have to say.
I could never forget the shyness of your smile.
After that, you had me ensnared all the while.
We spent many sunny days along the beach.
I felt as if the stars were within my reach.
The sun, the pounding surf, and the salty air,
made my everyday life free and without care.
Along the boardwalk, I won many prizes for you.
There never seemed to be clouds in that sky of blue.
Your beautiful eyes always shared that same hue.
Still, the most unforgettable thing was your smile.
This made my life worth living all the while.
You provided that something extra on that seaside isle.
Sadly now, we have to part the ways.
However, we will never lose the memories of those days.
I hope some day, we will see each other again.
With a little luck, it will be just a matter of when.
If there should be a pot hole as deep as Satan’s pit
appearing as I’m driving, I’d run right over it!
My husband’s luck is worse than mine, but we’re a package deal.
So every bad thing that befalls him, I can also feel!
One day I lost my best cat ever; needing a new pet,
I looked and looked to find a cat, the best that I could get.
One person getting desperate with no new owner found
was feeling sad he’d have to take his poor cat to the pound.
His cat , though not a lap cat, was pretty, sleek and black.
The guy was leaving town; there’d be no way to give her back!
I like to look to numbers for the logic that they show.
Two negatives makes positive; that’s one true fact I know!
So if a person has bad luck, it stands to reason that
perhaps his bad luck could reverse by having a black cat!!
I got that cat! She loudly purrs, which I find comforting
It’s like my mom is right nearby with lullabies to sing.
The cat’s my charm when in my arms; my luck has turned around,
for she’s become the second best of cats I ever found!
So if with many problems you’re always getting stuck,
just get yourself a big black cat to cancel out bad luck!
For the Create an Idiom Contest of Jesse Day
(For those who don't know about this contest, the title is an idiom I made up for this poem)
Poor old Guido Fawkes who was born up in York
fought in Spain, rebel flame there was lit
and though it is known as the 'eighty year's war'
when he came back he hadn't aged a bit.
With Wintour and Catesby , they all hatched a plot
to send all of our MP's to hell
and only Lord knows if
with all that explosive
with more luck it would have gone well.
Fawkes heard people coming
who were checking the plumbing, their footsteps were near ,
and much louder.
Instead of the rats and occasional cat, they found
several tons of gunpowder.
And trapped in the cellar that unlucky fellah
no chance of receiving a pardon,
midst the hot dogs and beer
is punished each year
on a bonfire in my neighbour's garden.
TV used to make laundromats feel exciting in their ads
For those of you who have never been, you may be fooled.
For those of us who have, we know better.
You do not wear high heels, a dress, and pearls.
You do not dance and sing around the dryers.
There are crying children everywhere, and angry mothers.
People are impolite and rude before they leave
Everyone is tired, and their backs are breaking.
The laundry mat is not a place to go to relax.
You cannot read there. The machines are too loud.
There is a change machine, but it is usually out of coins.
Especially on Saturday morning, when everyone is there.
You try to choose a time when no one is there.
Good luck, it cannot be done.
If you have to sell your children to buy your own washer, do it.
"50 Words for Poe: Seagulls"
He was an Albatross
She taught him Seagulls
Another language
LAX was nothing on
Heathrow, decision made
She had decided to catch
a flight over to old Blighty instead
Haunt the Hell
out of some cross-dressing
poet who had taken a
break for a spell
he’d gone all troppo in his head
Yeah, she’d go ring his door bell
Earl Grey tea and
Spotted Dick puddin' with
some of his yummy custard
Raspberry Jam, clotted cream and
toast some fresh bread
play Scrabble
have a few laughs
in his warm bed
She had research to continue ...
Skipsea
Holderness
Columbus was the name of her dog
he was a real fright
she decided to bring him along
on the journey, the flea bag,
she’d keep him on a tight leash
he’d leave the stewardess in peace
and behave on the flight
Seagulls, another language
Good luck it is said
Albatross caught in mid flight
looking for home
looking for cover
under a nice eiderdown doona
he thought he was cool
alpha ahead of the others
“Woman”, he thought
“I’m cool, I’m way out of sight”
Columbus was the name of her dog
he was a real fright, Bull Arab X
She'd keep him on a tight leash
He’d behave on the flight
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Air – La Femme d’Argent
https://youtu.be/U4U19zwFENs
Only time will tell the outcome of this rhyme,
Whether it will succeed in the nick of time.
So better safe than sorry, as they say,
A good beginning makes a good ending, I pray.
I’ll write a little bit of this and a little bit of that,
All fingers and thumbs as I lay down my hat,
Better safe than sorry - the acid test,
I’m as busy as a bee and I’ll give it my best.
If the poems voted up I’ll be as pleased as punch,
Or back to basics because there’s no free lunch.
Between you, me and the bedpost I’m hoping for the best,
That it proves head and shoulders above the rest.
With luck it reaches the four corners of the Earth,
For I’ll give my right arm for some literacy worth.
I dream that the votes might go through the roof,
That I’m not hung out to dry as a poetic spoof.
I’m not asking the Earth and it could just be pot luck,
Whether this is a raving success or as dead as a duck.
Will this win an award? Yeah, in your dreams!
This could be the end of the line, it seems.
Writing this poem’s not all sweetness and light!
It’s a long shot trying to get this right.
Just have to keep my pants on, cross my fingers and all,
That it takes the world by storm and I’m not in free fall.
I can only hope I knock it out of the park,
That it’s not just a stab in the dark.
Last be not least let me bend your ear,
For this opportunity doesn’t knock twice I fear.
I’ll leave you with something to chew on my friend,
It isn’t rocket science, we all get there in the end.
It might be a white knuckle ride at times,
But you can leave your mark with a poetic rhyme.
I always think about the first time we danced
The first time me met wasn't luck it was chance
You're an amazing person, so gentle and kind
One thing I can say is that you're constantly on my mind
I love being around you and I love your touch
I will never lie, hurt you and such
Our conversations and times together are out of this world
The way you look at me at times make me blush like a little girl
You're so soft and comfortable to be around
The way you make me feel is unprofound
These things I write and what I say
Are true to the fact on this very day
I think about you more than I should
Between me and God it's understood
I'm here for you anytime you need
Just know you have my heart, yes indeed
During a cold winters night on a dark and lonely road
When no hope is in sight for there is so much owed
With the sky now falling but the bottom so near
There is the One who is calling and His voice is so clear
When death has struck and tragedies so soon befall
With only bad luck it feels like you're losing it all
Everyday being full of dissension now taking it's toll
His Name you only need mention and He will comfort your soul
With the enemy closing in and the battle seemingly lost
Oh my how your sin has come with a terrible cost
Seeming only to escalate as disaster is now so commonplace
This is not the time to wait in asking for God's Saving Grace
With so much now upon you and no where to turn
What are you going to do when will you ever learn
He is drawing you near, Jesus is calling you back
For He holds You so dear wanting to give you all that you lack
His love for you so profound it fills the Heavens with glory
For you He will ground as you read about His story(Bible)
Begin noticing His loving words to you as each day you have grown
And you too will know it's true that we never walk alone