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Oh! Mother India,
Let the pain of bereavement, with all its might,
try not to express itself......
For it will encounter a huge cascading defeat,
And it'll over-flow for sure!
For the cause of pain is so very deep....
Whole Nation is weeping for the great loss of
a noble son of yours!
Dr.A.P.J.Abdul Kalam-
an invaluable gem in your crown!!!
Born in a village called Rameswaram,
laced in the lap of your eastern coromandel coast;
Poverty and hardships filled his childhood,
So he supported his family selling newspapers...
He overcame all struggles of life undeterred,
With an iron will treading the path of hardwork,
Righteousness and sincere effort!
Scaled new heights of success and
grew up to become an eminent aerospace scientist,
A revered professor and
a graceful author of several books,
igniting the minds of millions!
An inspiring soul,a versatile genius
A noble teacher for young and old till the end...
His life-an epitome of discipline, humility, simplicity!
His genius he dedicated, for your defence and designed several missiles
Oh mother so he is rightly called
'The missile man of India'!
He graced your nation as the eleventh president and
touched the lives of millions!
Honour of highest civilian award-The Bharat Ratna, an honour
well deserved!
He ignited a spark in millions of children and youth,
A spark to dream, dream and dream....for
He believed that dreams would trigger the thoughts and
thoughts in turn into actions!
He opind that its always easy to defeat someone,
but difficult to win someone....
Oh mother, your noble son conquered billion hearts
so easily with the charisma of his persona!
He stood an indomitable champion of universal brotherhood
and global peace!!!!!
Salutations to this noble son who has set sail for his
heavenly abode....oh mother this great son of your land
will reside in all our hearts today and forever!
A legend he was while he lived and will be a legend perpetually....
Our loving homage to this enlightened soul!
Born in Hamler Ohio
Child of Louis F Davis Sr
Lived in Portland and Savannah Ohio
Study at the University of Michigan
Specializing in the bassoon a percussion
Overcame fusing
Modern popular and classical techniques in music
Worked as an advertising jingle songwriter
Challenge by the toning down of his music
Started his own record label personal traits Davis founded Mannheim Steamroller in Omaha Nebraska
Always written suburb instrumentals and verses
Never gave up best known for his revolutionising
The Sound of traditional Christmas music
Fresh Aire
11/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Watch him work
Sometimes you can't see
Sometimes you can't view
The Greatness
Thats within you
Sometimes we are unsure of what to do
Like a mystery no clue
We've over came
So much the happiness ,the hurt
The Lord not through with us
Lets watch him work
Watch him work
Its your season
The Lord wants a reason
To keep pouring
And watch you keep growing
You put in work
You put in tears
You have survived all these years
You didnt loose hope
Overcame fears
Thats a big deal
You righted your wrongs
You became so strong
He challenged you to be you
The one he made so unique and true
Watch him work
Its your season
The Lord wants a reason
To keep pouring
And watch you keep growing
Watch him
Wait
Have the faith
Its time for us
To sit and back and let him work
Watch him work
Its your season
The Lord wants a reason
To keep pouring
And watch you keep growing
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by Concetta Hardnett
04/12/2026
I wept in church; the story broke my heart.
The devastation as the news unfurled
would surely tear less grounded folks apart
when trisomy 13 shattered their world.
His hours in this life were but a blip;
in fact they only numbered forty-three.
Yet Isaac saw their home here on his trip
to join his Father in the heavenlies.
His father built his casket out of wood
and bore his little body to the grave.
Somehow in all of this, he understood
and gratitude crashed through the grief in waves.
God used this tragedy to great effect;
though brief was Isaac’s time upon this earth,
the gospel conversations led direct
to eldest son’s salvation and rebirth.
A quiet congregation fought back tears
and marveled at how faith overcame fear.
A truth that simply cannot be ignored:
a love like this comes only from the Lord.
Dark dirt dried gray from days of heat waves
Lips once wet no longer moist dry cough
Replaced the once sweetest voice
And I lie beaten remembering your words my love
How I fell for such trickery I shall never know
Love is now a four letter word like Hell, Vile
Undaunting shadows of you and I emptiness
A void crippling a heavy weight upon my soul
You should feel proud of your ugliness
For you who knew so much have taught me so little
And now I know that ugly goes straight to the bone
You a most formidable ally are a disgusting turd
Had I the strength to speak I would be telling you this
In person. But my weakened state of rejection
Will not allow it st this time. I pray for rain to revive
My wilted dehydrated form so I may rise again
And root myself and become saturated and moist
And speak loud and you will hear my words.
And I will stand out from the rest for I rose from
Your web of pain and overcame it all.
I am the ruler of my own destiny you have lost.
We can still see Her distant Glory which shimmers from our past
When God was the center of our story and the shadow we cast
All the great things we achieved and the trials that we overcame
We were a land that believed, being lead by Lady Liberty's Flame
But the shine has been taken away and the lusters no longer there
For to God we no longer pray and for His Name we no longer care
So blessed for so long His Amazing Grace was always self evident
But it is God they now try to replace being the new message sent
And as I turn back and look seeing the last of Her glowing flame
satan can be such the crook in putting all of humanity to shame
Wondering ahead in so leaving behind, Her Light no longer aglow
Once with God we were well aligned, "but hey what did they know"
Where once His great Light was Shone from it we now turn away
Many say that we have grown and so as in Eve they also betray
For now she is but darkness having no sense at all of His Light
Man will only make all a mess for only God is Perfect and Right
When will it stop?
When will it end ?
People fighting for their rights
Begging for their lives
They are helpless you can see it in their eyes
It's not a surprise
The ones who said would protect us
They don't
Take matters into their own hands
Another African American Dead
What's said
He resisted arrest
Why in the hell would you have your knee in his neck
Where is the respect
You sat there
Didn't care
But you all are abiding by the law
People recording
People saw
This is not the first time this happen
It's becoming the new norm
Protect the people
But you all are giving them harm
It's turning fatal
It's turning a mess
Soon going to have to walk around with a bullet proof vest
They are starting to do anything
What has this world come to
It's full of neglect
It's full of hurt
It's full of the law
It's full of dirt
No one truly understand
Why do we have to continue to die?
Be on every part of media
So many rest in peace
When will this cease
Cops were once good and really wanted to help
These days are all for themselves
Not all some are still great
That's what hurts
Some are good and some are dirt
Another knock on a familes door
To reveal the hurt that your loved one was killed
What's the deal
Do the people enjoy tearing down a nation that was filled with so much opportunity
Yet they divide us no unity
A moment of silence
For all
That in these acts took a fall
We shall overcome we have over overcame
Please stop letting our people die in vein
Let the boys grow up to become great men
Let the girls be great women
Let the world not cry
Because another one if ours have died
Chasing running to live to see another day
For our people this is what I pray
Put God in your heart
Stop tearing this world apart
The world has become so wicked
That the ticket we cash out is our life
And in the end we are paying the price
Jesus carried all of our sins
So we can live again
Please stop the violence
We are tired of remaining silent
Written by : Concetta Hardnett
05/26/2020
I can feel your anger
I can feel your pain
It's your fault
You didn't give us enough love
It's your fault
you weren't hard enough
you should have made
me go to school
It's your fault
look at me now
I have no job
I'm living on the street
The words of blame
travel swiftly around the house
yet look deeper
was it my fault you didn't study
Was it my fault
you decided to take drugs
was it my fault
you didn't apply for those jobs
Was it my fault
you wouldn't
go to bed at night
fault and blame
Solves no problem
actions speak louder than words
If I didn't give enough love
learn to cuddle and build love
If I didn't make you
go to bed
learn self discipline
and get there yourself
there are course's to take
that will build your career
build the skills and stop blaming me
granted I am not perfect
Yet neither are you
lets stop laying blame
lets stop creating pain
lets decide to make a future
You can do it
you can stop taking drugs
you can stop finding fault
you can create a career
with the job
come's the money
with the money
come's a home
with a wage to support you
you create a life worth living
you can become proud
stating I overcame drugs
I got a job
I have a home
I have a family
Thanks for the words of advice
Came upon my doorstep
Once upon a winter's night
A man with a heavy footstep
In need of a new day's sight!
Pity overcame me and I gave him my heart
And he made of me his own sweetheart
Yet I knew not when I was all torn
And held of life as an object of mourn
Long ago that was,
Today, breathing are my scars
Even I let go of all those wars
I cannot dream again of those stars
Blurred was my whole life
Once a lover, now seeing only strife
I can only ask Fate,
You who watch my gait,
You who gave me such a sorry state
Why, Why? Could you not wait?
Could you not let me be
Happy in this reality?
All I ever wanted was to help
All I ever did was to whelp
Like a wounded animal
Like a disillusioned girl in need of her pal!
Anne Dickins
Anne was an endurance cyclist,
But in 2011 she ruptured her back,
Which meant that she did enlist,
Cauda equine syndrome, her yack.
A physiotherapist cool by profession,
And a Games Maker in London 2012,
Anne was offered good instruction,
In canoeing by Colin Radmore, wealth.
Although she suffered seasickness,
Anne took motion sickness lessons,
Normally for fighter pilots skill, duress,
Which meant she overcame sessions.
In 2014 at the ICF Worlds in Moscow,
She won the gold for the 200 metres,
And in 2015, Milan, a silver did follow,
Then 2016 at the Worlds, gold litres.
She was born on the 20th February,
In 1967, so she has much experience;
She won the gold in Rio’s hot country,
In the KL3 class of her convergence.