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I don’t need you
My heart beats, full of pain
Loving you, love moment
Because remembering
A loved and hoped love
Your eye, tear ocean
I needed your love
Became a life memory
You, and your vision
Just touch in the heart
Please, please save me
Loving you a dried heart
Love you, my dead soul
I still live this life with you
Take a knife, open heart
Kill my life, kill your life
I have no life, kill poison
Give me your medicine
Just the love, nice light
Fine will be our cristal
I respect you. The Life
Living on a new planet
Just you and me. Ever
Love you your cristal
Destroyed a life, heart
Loved
You
Truly
My
You
Heart
Old growth forests are a sight to behold
Humans wiping them out makes me angry
Politicos who support this can go to Hell
Angel Oaks,giant cedars and Redwoods
These are some of my favoured trees, I say
General Sherman -a most ancient tree
Angel Oak boughs are coiled ,I love this tree
All the ancient trees ;divine to behold
Lay my ashes neath an Oak tree I say
Clear cut forrests they made me quite angry
Giant cedars ,grand -behold the Redwoods
Those who wreck ancient forests go to Hell
Ancient forests wrecked I'm angry as Hell
The huge red oak is one hell of a tree
Other beatific trees are the Redwoods
Angrboda ‘s tree -lovely to behold
Cutting these trees down-I'm bloody angry
Politicos should pay a price: I say
Old growth forests are a biome, I say
Those who destroy them are stupid as Hell
Lay waist to old growth forests?-I'm angry
I sat still under a huge cedar tree
Hike thru these forests a sight to behold
I wonder what critters live in Redwoods
I wish I can visit the grand Redwoods
I'm wheelchair bound do not know what to say
Walked thru a small old growth woods nice to behold
The woods were denuded of old trees,oh Hell
Old growth Cedars are one hell of a tree
Most of the old growth gone makes me angry
Logging roads in BC grave ,I’m angry
Love to muse beneath a pair of Redwoods
What type of vibe will I get from that tree?
Protest the harm of old growth woods; I say
If you don’t help out ,I'm angry as Hell
Clear cut woods from a plane -shock to behold
Envoi:
Burn old growth woods angry I say
Stop logging Redwoods ,no,oh Hell
An Angel oak tree I want to behold
The nearest town is 9 or 10 miles away.
There is no reason to go there every day.
This is farmland, deep in the heart of the country.
Here, most churches do not meet every Sunday.
It is in this quiet place that we have come to stay.
Distance and quietness are far more than just okay.
This charming place is filled with hospitality and tranquility.
It's a good place to be, even when the clouds turn grey.
But today, it's not about the weather that I wish to share.
This Sunday, I encountered 6 people and 7 church buildings.
Church buildings and church people are the story of my life.
It was not really dismay, but was a cause for which to pray.
Today is Sunday, and I went church hunting along the highway.
No. They were not the 7 churches of Asia spoken of in Scripture.
More precisely, I would call them the 7 churches of Holmes County.
It was not until the 7th church that I was able to enjoy fellowship.
I was very grateful to have found a nice place of word and worship.
But I must say that I treasure the rich and unique experience I had today.
Those dear Christians were an example of dedication to their Lord and His Church. I therefore rejoice in this memorable day. Amazingly, I nearly passed-up the last church.
042422PS
Living with the dead can be
a little scary if you see
the ones you knew who passed away
come back to you to have their say.
Maybe they've come to you tonight
to give you just a horrid fright
or let you know when you'll die too
or where you'll go when you pass through?
They may have come to try to tell
that they went straight to heaven or hell
or now released from living's shell
they're still alive and doing well.
But if with them you won't converse
they'll go away and what is worse
you'll miss the chance to great your friend
and learn what happens in the end.
If you refuse to let them in
this really would be quite a sin
and not the thing that you should do
when friends arrive to visit you
So if you wish to take advise
forget your fear and be quite nice
you then may find some comfort too
and even learn a thing or two.
For ghost are not all demons who
would steal the soul God gave to you.
Most just come to see a friend
and reassure death's not the end.
So please don't think you're going mad
or let their visits make you sad.
Welcome them just like before
you thought they'd gone for evermore.
Ivor G Davies
We set sail as Reggae music played out on the Lido.
Our first night was casual; no need for tuxedo.
We could eat a pizza by the Windows On the Sea
or go beneath and dine on shrimp and meet the maitre d’
We could gamble, see a show, or just gaze at the ocean,
then in bed, relax the head and sense the soothing motion.
We woke up in Freeport where the ship would dock all day.
Folks could disembark, take tours, or on the ship just stay.
On board were people lounging or dancing to Calypso,
working out or shopping or even playing Bingo.
All day long you could find folks doing funny things
like contests for the men with hairy chests or knobby knees.
Day Two when we awoke, we were then in Nassau.
There was stuff for everyone, from your kiddies to your grandma!
Little ones could stay behind. The staff would entertain them,
or the kids could tag along with mom and dad. No problem!
Those who liked adventure could visit Blue Lagoon.
For snorkeling with sting rays, the boat left right at noon.
I got to pet a dolphin, but extra had to pay
to swim with one! That was sure an extra special day.
In town I got nabbed quickly by a plaza beautician.
Getting braids was all the rage, so people got their hair done.
We went to the gangway before the ship set sail.
Those not having fun by then were deader than a door nail.
“Day at Sea” arrived as the trip was winding down,
and the biggest night was coming; women wore a gown.
That final evening getting all dolled up to dine was when
I wished instead of ending, the trip would start again!
Gals and guys with braided hair; everyone looked nice.
Ah, the midnight feast with pretty sculptures carved in ice.
The ultimate for having fun unless you were just snoozing,
in the laid-back natives’ lingo, I say “Mon,” I sure loved that cruising.
(may not be following precise time line, but this was before year 2000 that I took my one and only cruise, so I'm a bit fuzzy on precise day by day details. it was a Carnival cruise only 3 to 4 days in Bahamas and back to Florida)
Feb. 1, 2022
for "My Favorite Vacation In Rhyme" Poetry Contest of L. Milton Hankins
Tuesdays are my favorite, as today is Tuesday
and people seem happy and smiling, positive about
being here.
Wednesday is also my favorite for it is the day we get
to stay late and have a faculty meeting, and sometimes
they bring us chocolate candy, as an incentive to stay.
Thursday is my favorite for it is the day before Friday,
so excitement begins for a glorious weekend doing
whatever we want within reason.
Friday is my favorite because it is date-night day.
So much fun to watch the couples, figuring out
who has been together the longest, who is
in love, and that kind of stuff.
Saturday is my favorite because it is my painting
day, and my love my yard all day long day. I
count my blessings as robins and cardinals dance.
Sunday is my favorite for it is church day,
and the Christians are really nice to each other,
trying to impress each other, with their niceness.
Monday is my favorite, for I am back
at a job that I love every single day, after
successfully eliminating 27 jobs I did not.
Yesterday's Nonsense
I don't like animal crackers Dewey,
I'd rather have eggs and Ham.
I've never liked animal crackers Dewey,
You know what a fiend I am.
Fix me a sandwich Dewey,
With an intellectual swing
Give me a soda Dewey,
Make me laugh and sing.
I don't like animal crackers Dewey,
That's all you want to eat.
All that is good is not pretty,
And all that is pure isn't sweet.
I don't like animal crackers Dewey,
You know they're the Devil's tools
Jesus didn't eat crackers,
They're only made for fools.
Quick, get me a pizza Dewey,
With a lot of garlic and cheese.
Don't offer me animal crackers.
It's not at all funny to tease.
I don't like animal crackers Dewey,
They are forbidden fruit.
It's nice to have ham and gravy,
The better folk it suits.
Don't feed me animal crackers,
Though they may taste sweet indeed.
They're poison to the stomach,
And make the intestines bleed.
Green is my favorite color,
The color of a beautiful nature,
Looking at the lovely green fields ,
My soul really wants your shields .
Trees all around me,
Everywhere I see,
Celebrating a great day,
For us to be happy.
The coolness I feel,
My eye shed a tear,
Hearing the sound of crickets,
Hiding under the rice fields.
Green grasses proudly showing,
Green frogs merrily croaking,
To the world of wonderful creation,
Thanks God for this green revolution.
Mother earth is smiling,
Because of our nice living,
People plant trees and help to clean,
It's now all looks refreshing...so green…
February 23, 2013
For Sandy's Contest "Go Green"
Honorable Mention
Thousands of light among many homes
There's one light that reserves for you
Waiting for you that you can come in
And who cares for you that calls it home
As you resides day by day love is accustom
Courage is burning and keep light shining
Being together always is like cooking nice food
The belly is well-fed for relationship to bloom
Sometimes, rain and storm might affect light to flicker
Both shelthering hands always there to rescue necessarily
To shade light and keep the light working
In case of strong calamity the light may take off
There is a reserve charging light in case of emergency
Marriage and relationship is like light that need care and propriety.
The way I see it
the world’s gone wrong
I have had this notion
Since the day I was born!
I move about
on my fours
And mum has to
do all my chores!
From where I crawl
It is my view
The world is wrong,
I can see it all!
Dad’s always busy
But mum is home
We cuddle cozy,
after bath and foam!
Baby talk I talk to her
In signs, shrieks and lisps
She’ll nod and answer
Carrying me on her hips
The cat comes to play
Every morning with me
I ask him to stay
As he rubs across my knee!
I have lots of lovely toys
All on the floor
Spoilt I am for choice
Want more and more
Life is so beautiful
All sweet and nice
Calm and peaceful
If one really tries!
All the grown up Men
look so sad
They can’t have fun
Must be so bad!
I hear them shout
Often in fight
I have no doubt
They are not right
They are working late
They are never home,
They are in a state
When finally home!
Why can’t they all
Stay home like I do
Play till night fall
And do what I do?
‘Your Best New poem’Contest