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Choose me, when the silent storm of my own uncertainty
tears the seams of my being like lightning splitting the sky,
when my heart becomes a battlefield, and doubts
are invisible soldiers marching against the truth
you have always carried like an unwavering light.
Choose me, even when I break under the weight
of self-doubt, when my soul is a sculpture of sand
shaped by the wind of uncertainty whispering unease,
choose me, and in that choice, gently remind me
that I am worthy of love, even in my glass-like fragility.
For I am more than the shadows that follow me at night,
more than the ghosts of fears that wrap me in silence,
and the light I carry within me, though often hidden,
is a guiding star that deserves to be discovered and cherished,
a rare treasure in the deep abyss of an unknown ocean.
Choose me like a flower opening its petals to the sun,
even when the sky is covered with heavy and silent clouds,
for in your love, I find a refuge of peace and hope,
where I can exist in all my complexity of dreams and desires,
and learn to live in light, not just in the shadow of memories.
Choose me, and in choosing me, show me that love is not just a dream,
but a reality that can dwell in every corner of our hearts,
for in your choice, I find the courage to ardently believe
that I am more than a wandering soul lost adrift,
but a whole awaiting fulfillment by your love.
Struggling with the jar of sauce
I remember with a flick of a wrist you got it off
But things are different nowadays
Oh hell I didn't want spaghetti any ways
I am making it on my own!
Flat tires and a car that won't start
I remember how you could fix it all
Now it?s Triple A and a 30-minute wait
Guess I really don't mind being late
I am making it on my own!
Down for the count, in bed with the flu
I remember you taking care of the important things
So I pop a few pills for my aching head
And drag my sorry butt out of bed
I am making it on my own!
The drip drip drip of the leaky faucet
I remember you were the washer king
Pipe wrench and repair kit still in the drawer
Guess it can wait just a few days more
I am making it on my own!
Thunder and lightening, a cold rainy night
I remember hot chocolate and sitting by the fire
So I boil some water and turn up the heat
Grab an extra blanket and put socks on my feet
I am making it on my own!
But when I am overcome with loneliness
And just want someone to hold
An empty bed and a memory just won't do
I need to hear that sweet "Goodnight I love you"
I don't like making it on my own.!
Form:
In the garden of life, where diverse flowers bloom,
Don't let your gaze wander, to the plots that aren't your own.
Keep your eye on your plate, where your nourishment lies,
For in focusing on others, you'll miss your own prize.
The nosy parker's curse, is a path that's fraught with strife,
For in meddling with others, you'll lose your own life.
Their triumphs and failures, are not yours to claim,
So focus on your journey, and let others navigate their own game.
The winds of comparison, may whisper in your ear,
But don't be swayed by the triumphs, or the tears of others dear.
Your path is unique, your journey's yours alone,
So keep your eyes on your plate, where your growth is sown.
In the kitchen of life, where diverse dishes are made,
Don't be the chef who's tasting, from another's plate.
Savor your own flavors, and let others enjoy theirs,
For in focusing on your own, you'll find your own cheers.
The wise and discerning, know their own worth,
They don't compare or contrast, with others' birth.
They focus on their own, and let others do the same,
For in keeping their eye on their plate, they find their own fame.
So let go of the need, to know others' affairs,
And focus on your own, with all your cares.
For in keeping your eye on your plate, you'll find your own way,
And your path will unfold, in a brighter, more radiant day.
This frigid weather is getting me down
Was planning to sunbathe today
Perhaps I won't with temps in the minus
Skin freezes in 30 seconds they say
Maybe it's better if I wait 3 or 4 months
Sunburn is better than freezer burn
Besides my bikini would go all the way up
To my nipples as to purple they'd turn
I'm Canadian eh! So what's all the fuss
Used to go out in my jockeys
When it'd get down to the minus twenties
But I'm no longer young and cocky
With some guys it takes a wee bit longer
For their brains to fully develop
Eighty-eight soon so I'm looking forward
To finally pouring my own ketchup
About time,
I've paid my dues I've crossed the line,
This moment I thought would never come,
Is in my grasp, the deed now done.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my Mum,
But all that passed would surely stun
Even a saint or the Lord above,
So tiring being an aimless dove.
Now I'm ready to take the world by storm,
Show them my worth, no longer act forlorn,
The wife I always wanted by my side,
I can finally get into my Kingly stride.
The Little niggle that remains,
Harry's willful character that pains,
I've summoned experts to hear what they might say
To finally obtain a sample of his mysterious DNA.
I'm not claiming he's not mine,
But as Americans would shout, ‘I wouldn't bet a dime’,
Thank goodness I've got my other boy,
A stand-up chap that brings me nothing but pure joy.
As to Camilla, my soulmate from the start,
From whom they never could tear me far apart,
She now stands by me as my Queen,
You saw me beam with joy like a lovestruck teen.
Don't get me wrong,
I'm painfully aware my reign may not be long,
But while I'm here, I plan to make my mark,
Understanding this job is no cakewalk in the park.
I've got the Aussies wanting to jump ship.
The Canadians on their own perennial trip,
The Scots plotting for a Clansman King,
And Parliament seeking me do next to nothing.
Yet I've got a plan,
Something that will surely stun,
Become a multimedia star,
And thus take them all across the bar.
I can jig, dance and sing,
Fly helicopters, do pretty much of anything,
Plant trees, help save our World
How can all of this be thought absurd.
Politicians just blow smoke,
Send their countries near flat broke,
I instead bring Billions in
Collecting smiles from wheresoever I have been.
That said let me enjoy my moment in the sun,
Reflecting on all that's been and done,
My resolve is firm, my duty clear,
My life's work is aimed at all, both far and near.
So rest easy, enjoy the ride,
Sailing smoothly on a flowing tide,
Over a thousand years in the making
My oath is one of giving and not taking.
We beget only of our kind.
Fish make fish, birds make birds,
Flocks, shoals, schools and herds,
All animals are the same you’ll find.
Packs, prides hives and tribes, rakes, hobs,
Mobs and pods, all designed with this in mind.
Shark opens from shark’s opened purse,
Roaring lion cubs lion’s cub,
And gentle dove from dove eggs birth.
Violence tends to violence.
Anger regrets an anger worse
When softer words are silenced.
Yet curse of kind is broken by a kinder birth
With the violence of that tree-bound curse.
Such love breaks mould for all on earth,
Such love unfolds the deepest truth,
That God is love,
And love has only come
By violence not withheld,
With love’s most certain proof
The giving of the Son.
Few words I pen, for today is your day,
A celebration of you, in every way.
Thrilled and happy, my heart does sing,
For your life has been a blessing in everything.
A father you are, steadfast and true,
A husband so loving, through and through.
A godly man, with wisdom to share,
A parent so devoted, beyond compare.
I remember your teachings, I follow them still,
Your words, like treasures, my heart they fill.
I love mothers, they have their own grace,
But today, dear father, you take the place.
Often mothers get the credit, it’s true,
But today I honor and celebrate you.
The care in your eyes, though not your child,
Touched my soul and made me smile.
Forever honored, forever blessed,
For the love you’ve shown, above all the rest.
Happy Father’s Day, with all my heart,
From your loving child, never apart.
I wait for the sadness to go away?
sometimes the pain is more than I can bear.
Will I ever see, that wonderful day.
You said you love me, do you really care?
I can not make it if I'm on my own.
Sometimes the pain is more than I can bear.
My days are so dark, I feel all alone.
I'm starting to wonder, if You are there.
I can't make it if I'm on my own.
I scream to the heavens, this isn't fair.
I hear no answer, it makes me so mad.
I'm starting to wonder if You are there.
I slip into Your word, push away the bad.
Angels come to help, all part of Your plan.
I have my answer, it makes me feel glad.
I hold onto your strength, for I'm just a man.
Angels come to help, all part of your plan.
I wait for the sadness to go away.
I know I will see that wonderful day.
Dedicated to my friend Pete who has lost so much and yet has gained as well.
May Gods Love comfort him at this most painful of times and allow his faith
to strengthen his family as he takes on the roll of leadership in this healing process.
My prayers and thoughts continue to be with you.
A tale told by an idiot? Methinks
thou dost protest too much. In brevity,
the soul of wit, yet I shall be a fool,
for there are scarce more things in heaven, earth
than are dreamt of in your philosophy
and as the night the day, thou canst not then
be false to any man, nor die but once.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and
our little life is rounded with a sleep.
To sleep! Perchance to dream a little dream -
and lo! what light through yonder window breaks?
The fault lies not within the stars, but in
ourselves; we know what we are, but know not
what we may be, and yet, what’s in a name?
The course of true love never did run smooth...
If music be the food of love, play on,
for all that glisters is not gold, and you,
dear sir, have loved both wisely, well indeed.
Rest easy, bard, for well thou wore the crown.
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Phrases from various works of Shakespeare in honor of the bard's birthday
Let’s go where sheets of sea glide over sand,
Scattering foamy blossoms at our feet,
And ardent rays shall wounds of winter mend,
Like suture needles closing warm day’s bleed.
We’ll bare pallid skin to palm shadows’ arms,
Open light-starved mouths to drink wavelets’ spark,
And sated, chorus for tanned seabirds’ psalms,
Through gold sprays let our naked spirits lark.
When moonbeams descend to Sol’s embers glaze,
Shall we then hibernate in sunburned air,
And to sandaled Sirius lift our gaze,
Whilst crickets sing of two runaways’ dare?
O, we’ll stay when far winds have weary grown,
Still at large in a season not our own.