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She was simply beautiful
Her dark brown eyes so magical
Now she’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Isn’t love a miracle
When it begins to call
Now she’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
And there’s no doubt about it
I’ve never felt this way
I wanna show the world
Of this love I found today
I’m feeling like a child
Just playing like a fool
And this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Yeah’ this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Little flutters rise and fall
On my heart strings gently pull
Now he’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
He’s so adorable
Got me waiting on his call
Now he’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
And there’s no doubt about it
I’ve never felt this way
I wanna show the world
Of this love I found today
I’m feeling like a child
Just playing like a fool
And this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Yeah’ this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
In the summer by the pool
Our first kiss so sensual
Now she’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
On vacation at the hall
Her sexy dancing really cool
Now she’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
And there’s no doubt about it
I’ve never felt this way
I wanna show the world
Of this love that came my way
I’m feeling like a child
Just playing like a fool
And this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Yeah’ this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
With the sweetness in his eyes
These white clouds were drifting by
Now he’s got me feeling
Like I could touch the sky
I’ve never been so happy
He’s the apple of my eye
Now he’s got me feeling
Like I could touch the sky
And there’s no doubt about it
I’ve never felt this way
I wanna show the world
Of this love that came my way
I’m feeling like a child
Just playing like a fool
And this love got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Yeah’ this love got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
© Copyright KC.Leake
3rd March 2016
All Rights Reserved
“Hey, look there Jim” the young girl said
“What is this old gate up ahead?
Now do you think we should go through.
I’m really game if you will too.”
We’ll have to clear these sticks away
and find the latch - what’s that you say?
You don’t think we should touch the gate?
What lies beyond might not be great?
Oh, come on Jim, don’t be a wuss
Rid this Gossamer with one push.
Then once we’re through, we’ll walk the road
it’s just your mind in overload.’
And as they heaved the gate it fell
releasing then the Ghostly spell.
A spell held bound until the day
this gate was opened by its prey.
But these two children did not see
Grave danger, when innocently,
stepped through that Godforsaken gate
and with this action sealed their fate.
At first, they heard a Groaning sound
and swirling winds whipped all around,
Then both were lifted oh so high
and drawn so quickly through the sky.
And with a thud they were set down
Inside a castle, dark and brown.
Grief-stricken, cold, and full of fear,
“Jim, what has happened? now we’re here”.
A voice they heard a cackle low
the witch appeared to let them know,
they’d live with her forever more
not going back to life before.
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“Your days will now be one of toil
you’ll cook and scrub, the cauldron boil.
Oh, how I’ve waited for this day
For foolish kids to come my way.”
The girl said “Jim I should have heard
the warning in your spoken word:
don’t touch that gate, just let it be
I wish I’d listened to your plea.”
A tear rolled down her cheek, then fell
upon the witch, and broke her spell,
for witches cannot deal with tears
if splashed with one, their spell will clear.
And with a woosh away they went
back to the place were quickly sent,
behind that gate upon the ground
They both stood up, and looked around.
“Where have we been? I can’t recall
but know that gate must never fall,
So quickly we must go away
I’ll not go through it; on this day.”
So, if you see a gate ahead
Be careful now before you tread.
Take care with life, and gates you fell
don’t end up in the witch’s spell.
A lifetime of service, of lines and of power,
Standing strong for us through every shift and every hour.
Now the tools can be lowered, a long rest is due,
For the hardworking man who always pulled through.
You have never been one for big, sentimental views,
But your love is written in everything you do.
It’s in the quiet Scooters runs where I always get my way,
And the smile behind letting me call you "Old Man" each day.
I still hold the memory of you standing by my side,
Waiting hours for Harry Potter, putting down your gruff pride.
And the way you slip your wallet out to pay for my things—
The stubborn, unasked protection that your generosity brings.
It makes me so mad when I see you pull out your bill,
But beneath my frustration, I’m so grateful, and always will.
You claim that you hate them, with a sigh and a frown,
Yet you soften completely when my cats come around.
You’re out in the garden, or fixing the pool,
Pouring your energy into the earth and the tool.
And when my own life is in shambles and breaking apart,
You show up to build it back up with your generous heart.
You’re the first one to step up when someone’s hit a wall,
The steady, unchanging anchor whenever we call.
And I watch as you look at my brother and your grandsons, and grin,
Passing down the old truth where your wisdom begins:
"As you are I once was, as I am you soon shall be."
A legacy of love that binds our whole family.
You wear a grumpy outer shell, but we all see right through,
To the beautiful, fiercely loyal heart inside of you.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad, to the best man I know—You are loved so much deeper than we ever could show.
Having, with hope and faith, overcome
past moonless night-like trials and tribulations,
I meet today's sunshine-ones with Gilead's balm;
Be aware that each living day and night has its race,
and there is no need to jump the gun in disqualification;
for it's not about coming in first place, but finishing the race:-
Indeed, it's all about an old Japanese proverb's awareness:
"don't worry about being slow; worry about standing still";
for each challenge is about crossing over the finish line:-
We will always have trials and tribulations; even when liberated;
thus let us ever take heart in overcoming and fearing nothing,
seeking strengthening by the ever present hand of God's love:-
In the race of life, it's not so much about the dreamer, but the dream;
for along the trial and tribulation track, the dreamer may suffer and fall,
but the divine will have the dream's baton pass on towards the finish line:-
As Blk Bok and Langston long ago immortally pended,
the hustle and bustle of today, is as real as it has ever been;
life remains to crystal stairway, but an ever winding staircase:-
And in every winding staircase, around each and every turn,
we encounter new unexpected challenges starring us in the face;
thus, with Jacob-like hope and faith, we must track life's staircase:-
Listen, when the treacherous mountainous staircase of life challenges you,
poke toes of hope, heels of strength, and with tongue of faith, yell loudly
"get the hell out of my way, I'm on a God's finish-line-track; coming in first!"
The world a canvas, blurred and washed in gray,
Sorrows of sight, a thief that steals the day.
Grief unseen, a silent, haunting guest,
Lodged in the hollow of a hollowed chest.
Darkness nests within the mind's deep core,
A landscape barren, where shadows soar.
An empty heart, a cavern cold and vast,
Echoes of laughter from a cherished past.
Craving that warmth, a phantom's gentle hold,
Stories whispered, now grown faint and old.
Lost in the now, adrift on currents strong,
Where fragmented moments blur and throng.
The tapestry of present, frayed and thin,
Offers no solace, no place to begin.
A weight of what was, heavy on the soul,
Pulling me down, beyond my own control.
Each breath a struggle, a weary, drawn-out sigh,
Underneath the vast and judging sky.
The future yawns, a question mark untold,
A path unlit, both frightening and bold.
No beacon shines, no star to guide my way,
Just swirling mists where hopes begin to fray.
Blindly I wander, trusting in the flow,
Where the tides of destiny relentlessly go.
Into the river of time, I gently wade,
Hoping for answers, a respite from the shade.
Will clarity emerge, on waters clear and bright?
Or will I be swept away into endless night?
The current pulls, a force I can't deny,
Carrying me forward, beneath a watchful eye.
Perhaps within this rush, a solace lies,
A letting go of burdens, of memories, and lies.
To surrender to the flow, to simply be,
And trust that the river will eventually set me free.
Even blind, even broken, I still believe,
That somewhere downstream, my heart will finally grieve,
And find a quiet peace, a moment to receive.
My mother-in-law was a Taurus.
Thought she was the easiest person in the world to get along with.
Incorrectly thought.
People loved her. She was revered and adored.
Also feared and tiptoed around, for she needed her own way
Most of the time. She also stood up for the underdogs,
And wanted others to have their own way too.
She was nurturing and loving when she liked you.
She had an eyebrow raise that could strike people dead
When she was displeased. I only saw it every day or so.
Usually directed to my father-in-law who was terrified each time.
None of us dared laugh.
A Taurus is an eclectic combination of
Have-To-Have-My-Way, and Want-You-To-Have-Yours-too.
We never double crossed our Taurus.
She loved me to pieces, and I her, but I knew who was the boss.
She hands me the flowers with a shy smile,
that pretty little girl of nine,
stop by their shop each Friday for a while,
to buy woven strings of jasmine.
She is always there by her mother’s side,
little fingers deftly weaving,
in two and threes she ties jasmine buds wide,
she waves to me as am leaving.
Jasmine adorns women's hair on Friday,
a tradition in Hindu homes,
For wife and daughter I buy on my way,
for their jet black hair neatly combed.
as years roll by old memories I weave,
like white jasmine buds on a string,
to university my daughter leaves,
to be a doctor on her wings.
twenty-fifth birthday we throw a big bash,
family and friends come to dine,
for food, sweets and drinks spend limitless cash,
and a few baskets of jasmine.
candles and cakes and happy, cheer and laughs,
her medical friends wish and sing,
one of them I recognised half and half,
once a girl with jasmine string.
Written 24/06/2021
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“For he shatters the doors of bronze and cuts in two the bars of iron.” — Psalm 107:16
The foundry's quiet as a catacomb as I open up doors alone,
the furnace quiet in the back, molding cars still on their tracks.
Products of our previous toil, blood sweat, tears, and maybe oil.
Walking through a habit learned, do not touch lest one get burned.
Footsteps echo on the grates; I pass behind the tank of hate.
The lake of fire all contained, bound by steel and God's domain.
The water runs both day and night, keeping hell inside its shell,
for if the raging beast escapes, the iron bends. And the concrete breaks.
Stifling heat caress my lungs, within the path of grit,
it takes my breath and begs my soul—submit.
As I make my way into the yard, stumble on some steely shards,
skids and forklifts standing by; they look at me and ask me why?
The heavy doors announce a groan, the peace of man who walks alone.
The lights ignite the blackened pits, of auto cast and rust and grit.
And in the back, the beast awaits, the men of iron beyond the gates.
Webinar expires today!
Kids pick up, read to and play
Washing needs to be hung out
Dishwasher’s ready for clearing out
Cat needs taking to the vet
Bills need sorting - post pile turning into monument!
Dusting, vaccing all needs to be done
Or and the shopping too - and remember to use the pricing gun!
Plants need sorting - they’re sat out there looking as miserable as sin!
Stupid weather 20degrees then back to 3 again!
Switching suppliers to make ends meet
Traffic jams at the bottom of the street
Boss wants more work in the allocated time
Overtime pay! You may as well as ask for gold wine!
Diesel car bought when the government said that’s the way
Now killing everything on the planet every time I drive on my way?
Diesel fuel will soon be more expensive than house!
Oh and student loan forever I forgot about that!
Facebook, Twitter are you out of your mind? Stopping to breathe is difficult to find!
Remember the gym or you’re just a loser who can’t cope!
Manage stress? What the hell is that? We’re english and we don’t suffer that????
10pm and sat in bed? Quiet time while mind wonders about the next problem!
Welcome to grown up life - just another 50 years before you can get your pension!
I will live my life my way
Remain steadfast till my hair turn gray.
I will remain adamant;
Tell the girl I love how beautiful she is.
I will walk the street
Cleanse it of its filth.
I will visit a neighbor
Lend them a hand when they are in need.
I will,
Yes I will.
Watching through my window sill,
I will send you messages to heal
And get to your door when you are ill.
A life I will
Learning to be the people’s man
Telling the people yes we can,
Having so much for our stomache’s fill.
Tell the whirlwind to remain still
Tell the tide to let the ocean be
And tell the earth to remain calm
We want none of its grumblings beneath our feet.
No more will I be scared of you
Or will I fall on bended knees-
Begging you to let me be.
I will walk straight in front of you
Beat my chest, and call your bluff.
I will wake to the crow of the cock
Every moment with the thought of death.
I will remain willful and wise
Lending a hand to wipe the world of filth.
Like the iroko tree I will remain strong
Never resigning to the cruel hands of defeat.