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Years to formulate
From average to great
Today it became appreciate
It was my grandfather bless his soul
He wanted success for his grandson
Foundation of the Typewriting keyboard you see
Typing was going to be bread and butter for me
Skills in that order
My Grandfather covered two theories of typing and preparing me for college
I practiced typing 4 hours every day
Getting my fingers acquainted to the keyboard
Alpha letters and extending sentences in typing lookout
The Thesaurus being my lesson to elevate intellectual boundaries
My Grandfather being business minded in mind, body and spirit
Determination virtue my high mark
Years of cultivation to master
Success came through typing
My Grandfather being my number one fan
“Succeed until fulfilled”
Look back only for a moment and striving forward
Reflecting back on my teachings having an impact
Grandpa’s hopes and aspirations for his Grandson
My world without end
My beginnings into the future
Before my Grand Father died, he said, “You are going to remember this old man”
You can’t forget where excellence got its start
Thanks Grandpa
You made a difference through me that follows me.
The first to comment
Uplifting my soul
Did anyone know
How difficult to share
My thoughts
My love
My deepest emotions
Did anyone care
As I laid my soul bare
Tentatively putting my poems out there
For all to see
For all to stare
My first time was scary
I was so unaware
if my poetry
could move
or even inspire
or was it just rubbish
to burn on the fire
Confidence restored
my poetry is now
completely diverse
a veritable smorgasbord
of joy
of sadness
of life thus far
and all because she commented
my friend
my superstar
From the Isle of Man
I’m her number one fan
She’s my sweetest friend
And her name is Jan
Written 21st September 2019
1st Place
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I don’t know if I’m healed or traumatized
I can’t tell you how much I don’t care anymore
I don’t have the energy to leave long paragraphs anymore
I guess something in me just switched
I guess I got tired of my own and other people’s
There’s no desire to hang on to anyone who I’m not certain of
I have no desire to sulk
Only to get up and go for the life I deserve
People show you everyday why it’s important to be your number one fan
Sometimes I think I have “please disrespect me” written on my forehead
I have no desire to beg for something you should give freely
My top priority is taking care of and loving myself
I have no desire for anyone who doesn’t show out for me the way I show out for them
I’ve never been a fake one
Only a real one
I have no desire for anything other then what is good for me
So please if you’re not
Then stay away from me
you set me free
a very hard thing to do
i guess you crave a challenge
i guess i crave your style
you set me free
a mighty project to embellish on
i guess you were game for it
i guess i was game for what you were wearing while gaming
you set me free
not the easiest blueprint to tackle
i guess you had me set on your sight
i guess i admired the fact that you welcomed me in your sight
you set me free
the type of dive with a very high degree of difficulty
i guess you were feeling athletic and sure of yourself
i guess i was privy to be your number one fan after viewing your technique
you set me free
something made only for the most open minded at heart
i guess your mind had a particular appreciation for the rare and the unique
i guess my mind needed a natural detour sign that would tag me directly in the head if i even hinted at going even slightly off the grid
you set me free
an action that can only be accomplished by pulling many a highly graded string
you never stopped with the cutting
i never stopped grabbing your cutting apparatus
we always ended up in a compromising position
we permanently concluded....by compromising....
i love you....thank you for setting me free....
There was a man's man, you could say he was grand,
who blessed the cinema screen and had millions of fans.
When he swaggered into a room, men stepped aside,
their wives and their daughters they would all try to hide.
He had something about him, some called it true grit.
Others would say, "What ever it is, I wish I had it!"
He stood around six-foot-four, larger than life.
If you crossed paths, you had better brought more than a knife.
On and off the screen he got his respect,
actors today, sorry to say, don't have that effect.
Willis, Deniro, Pacino and the Rock all rolled into one,
wouldn't come close to John Wayne and the things he has done.
Now I've seen all his movies, thanks to my Dad, his number one fan.
From Rio Bravo, Rooster Cogburn, Chisum and The Quiet Man.
That's just a few, to list all would take too much time
and drain all my ink and ruin my rhyme.
The Duke didn't lose many fights that he fought,
the man he portrayed was invincible we thought.
The battle called cancer he just couldn't juke,
but I'll always remember this pilgrim, known as the Duke.
10/12/18
Here is a rhyme to thank,
you for your comments,
one and all.
As a chef I always thought
the soup was what you eat.
Now I know its also a place,
where poets meet.
My answer you could not print,
if you told me last year,
I would be writing here.
For years I had nothing new,
till I met a long lost friend I knew.
I had written about her before,
but she never saw.
My poems I shut in a book tight,
till I showed her on the net one night.
For my wife I have also wrote,
except poetry does not get her vote.
She does not understand, whats in
the mind of her man.
She is not my number one fan.
The friend I have means every thing
to me I write so she can see,
because I know she appreciates me.
Sometimes the sadness I feel
I find it so hard to deal
With my body dying
My heart is crying
I try hard not to complain
But it's hard to explain
I love life so much
When I feel deaths touch
It makes me want to cry
Who really wants to die
But is all a part of the life we live
How much love we give
How much strength it can take
Remembering any past mistake
You want to mend
You don't want it to end
You even pretend
Time is not enough
But you hang tough
You don't want it to end ever
But you know it's now or never
Show love while you can
Be your number one fan
Go for the gold
You know you will never grow old
Enjoy while you yet live
Your all you must give
Dont settle for second best
You will pass the test
A tear falls
Nature calls
You enjoy it because nothing ever last
Have a blast
Live like there's no tomorrow.
Don't get lost in the sorrow
Find some joy to share
Yes you dare
To live life while your here
Don't give in to fear
Hold life dear
It's all you can do.
Don't be blue
Life is a gift
Sometimes you need a lift
But don't give in
That's the sin
An opportune time
to inspire both
performers and audiences. the greed of
or need for great sounds and music
voices that blend to impress, inspire
either in aspiration to impress
or the need to be seen as best.
Ethos Gigue ( persuasion of
both reader and listener.
While in the midst of composing
he was introduced to a Lady
an attractive fun loving woman.
She seemed to like him.
He had written 3/4 of the sound
of the arrangements
and a couple renditions of the lyrics.
She would later claim she was the inspiration
to the lyrics and wanted monetary support for
being such."Gigue boosted divorce(too) fiancé'!"
She remembered him negotiating there pending wedding and
marriage. It was believed that eye drops were the reason for his
near blindness were she lefted him saying she refused to be
a loving wife. She told her friends
she lefted him to once again be his number one fan.
Someone put the words
"Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
on hs music stand and he wrote
the song. It was later
sang by Leonid Cerum
"Rozluchhennya Etosa"
Magnetic Fields
Her like for Nickel and irons
every opportune time
every opportune time.
electrophotomicrographically
"the Quakes of Santorini
shakes the walls
people leave me
it's the shakes of Santorini
the Flute rosen playing it self
we stood by in an astounding amazement.
the science of
ferromagnetic metals
She was 24 when she divvoiced him.
Saying' Le partage d' Ethos!"
By:
Ecrit Par Quelqu'um D' Autre
Hints not taken from countless missed calls,
and no replies to tons of texts.
Still she searches through social media clues,
pursuing like a hunter,
pondering why his green light illuminates.
Investigating google's archives,
she claims to be his number one fan.
She knows the clothes he wears
and the places where he eats.
Downloading images does not crave her fascination.
She follows him like the moon.
Lurking..
Standing at corners, hidden in alleys.
Her binocular eyes preying on him.
He can feel her watching silently.
Hear her obsessive deep breaths,
ensuing his every step.
The sight of her eerie image
is like a million beetles,
crawling under his skin,
driving him insane - controlling his mind.
Her nauseating voice leads to nervous sensations
with outbreaks of panicky perspiration.
His stomach tightens and heart beats violently.
His eyes glare in shock, his body seems frozen.
and all she can say is;
" I do it because I love you!"
Silent One
Simple Musing
7 November 2017
Just a quick example for the 'stalker' contest
You got me you got me baby
You got me, and I am your lady
You got me eating out of your hand;
I am your number one fan
You know, I am your lady;
And I've been working hard
I've been working all day
Your the reason why I do it this way
Hey hey hey hey I am your lady
Hey hey I am your lady
When I get home , I'll see to you ;
I am in those high heels, those sexy shoes
When I get home, I'll see to you
In a diva dress serving you top table Eton's mess food
I've been cooking on gas , turning up the heat
Oh yer baby I'm ready to eat;
When I get home , I"ll see to you
I am wearing those high heels and sexy shoes
You know, what I'm gonna do?
I am gonna take you to our favourite dining room
Gonna get down to The Groove
Serving you the way you like me to
When I get home , I'll see to you ;
I am in those high heels, those sexy shoes