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The Magic of The Day
A wise man asked me, "Son
What if you found you're the one,
That could, perform magic all day long
How would you use this gift
Would you give the world a lift
And right everything that you found wrong"
Well, I didn't have to think
When my eye shot him a wink
Then told him exactly what I'd do
I'd find some homeless in the street
Give those boys something to eat
Then pass them out a blanket, maybe two
Help my neighbor fix his car
Drive a friend home from the bar
Fix a flat, for someone stranded on the road
Find that old stray cat a home
Give my dog a nice new bone
And payback my brother what I've owed
Hold a door open wide
Help the elderly inside
Be patient with the driver in my way
I'd encourage those who try
Put smiles, on all who cry
That's "IF" I had that magic here today
I used to make fun of my dad’s age…saying with loving youthful vigor
“How come you’re getting shorter but your ears and nose are so much bigger?”
Oh, Dad would try to make a witty comeback…but usually it would bomb.
(makes me wonder where I got my talent for humor…must have been from Mom!)
So I guess it’s only payback or Karma…now that I’m one of the older folks
that I must listen to my children and grandchildren as they crack their old man jokes.
Like when they remind me how I’m over the hill and how I’m beginning to shrink…
And when they mention how my nose and ears are bigger…
I wonder…do they know they’re not as funny as they think?
They laugh when I say, “It’s nine o’clock…time to go to bed.”
and God forbid I ask, “Have you seen my glasses?”
when they’re perched upon my head.
They joke about my lack of hair and when their laughter clears
they remind me if I’m looking for hair…check inside my nose and ears.
In truth…I am quite content with getting older…I don’t think it is unfair.
I don’t mind a bit that I am bald because I never have to comb my hair.
And with my nose the size of a cucumber and two enormous ears
there are so many delicious aromas I smell…
so many wonderful sounds I hear.
Besides growing old is a part of life…we’re all growing older every day
and how wonderful it is to pause…and laugh at myself along the way.
I also smile as I sit back listening to these old jokes unfold…
knowing what a wonderful journey it’s been getting to be this old…
Finally, I have the satisfaction of knowing as joke after joke they tell bomb…
they didn’t get their talent for humor from me…(must have got it from their mom).
All of the name-callings, the talked about in a secret way
In the past in those days
I forgive you.
The times where the truth turned to a lie
Pretending to like me in disguise
I forgive you.
The times when the words were so deep
The anger lashing out rapidly, laying stones at my feet
I forgive you.
The times when I thought you had my back
Never to find out it was just a payback
For whatever reason, I could not see
Throwing hints and talking about me
I forgive you.
The smiles and pretending that I was so special
Only to find out that I was only guessing
I forgive you.
I forgive you, I've forgiven you
I have been forgiven.
All of the hurt and the slashing of my name
The people that tormented me, trying to put me to shame
Calling out and trying to destroy my name
What a shame
I still forgive you.
Why is it that I am, or was the center of the attention
Is it because I have so much recognition? And, or potential?
Needed someone to pick on to feel great about you?
So, this is what you've accomplished, with all the hurt and pain
That you do.
I forgave you
I prayed for you
Enemies come in bunches
Friends are few around
The harsh words did not break me down.
THE CENTER OF THE ATTENTION
THE SPOTLIGHT SHINING BRIGHT
HEALING FOR MY SOUL
IN THE MID-DAY AND NIGHT
I AM STILL HERE
STRONGER AND WISER THAN EVER BEFORE
THANK YOU FOR PAIN
FOREVERMORE. I AM ADORED.
GOD KNOWS OUR HEART
GIVEN CHANCE AFTER CHANCES
PRAISES TO GOD, WITH A SHOUT AND DANCE.
FORGIVE EACH OTHER
FOR WHATEVER REASON IT MIGHT BE
DO NOT HOLD IT IN
BETTER OUT THAN IN, YOU'LL SEE.
FORGIVEN. FORGAVE.
A BEAUTIFUL SCENERY IS MADE.
A Special Note
If you are that someone that is always being talked about, and you are chosen out of the bunch. Maybe it is something special in you that one might see. In a family setting, on your job, or at a meeting, or in school. Keep on doing great. Forgive them. Healing is for your soul.
The person that hurt you will one day realize that it wasn't you, maybe It was them needing clarification. It could be jealousy, envy, or some other issue. Make a difference. Be kind. Vengeance is mine saith the Lord; Be true to you.
Rise above all foolishness. Talk to a trusted genuine one. Ask God to guide you. Through it all, this to shall pass.
The birds chirp.
The sounds of a bird symphony.
In moments of quiet, their sound is that of angels for the animal world.
In moments of angst, it’s the sound of a noisy rhythmic annoyance.
The birds chirp.
It’s their discussion of goings on, past happenings, future plans.
Perhaps it’s their way of payback, balancing our noisy chatter for theirs.
The birds chirp.
If you listen closely, it seems you could almost understand them.
They may be telling us the future winning numbers.
They may just be laughing at us.
Either way, to me, their sound is like listening to a baby’s cry for its mother. Or a dog calling for its owner.
It’s an expression of connection to the recipient.
Listen to….the birds chirp.
Words on the wall.
Go with Paul.
So profound.
Like a crystal ball.
Okay, all coming back.
Should have read.
Julie, will you go with Paul.
But it didn’t.
Surely a message.
A deeper meaning.
Check the celestial phone.
A message awaits.
You dirty lying scummbag, drop dead.
Should I tell her there's only one M in, scumbag.
Could this be another message.
I enlighten her.
The other M is for mother-F
But is it.
Is there an even deeper meaning.
The celestial phone bleeps.
I peruse the heavenly text.
Actually, there should be an extra B with the extra M, bastard.
I see pain in her text.
I feel it myself.
There is a wanting.
Flowers and chocolates.
I feel comfort walking through the graveyard.
Knowing random people are helping me in the pursuit of love.
I throw a pebble up to her window.
Holding my mixed bunch of flowers.
Old Mrs Jones looks down, smiling.
If I was seventy, I’d do, I digress.
I bade her in, throwing the pebble up to my true love.
Who opened the window maybe a tad too early.
She screams my name.
Which was comforting in a strange way.
Old Mrs Jones looked out, recoiling in horror, knocking herself out in the process.
I realised I had forgotten the chocolates.
Darling, could you lend me ten pounds.
Something in her one good eye told me no.
The paramedics told me to go.
The Police read me my rights.
Putting me up for the day, and the night.
Still, as the Community payback man said as I was scrubbing the wall.
It’s not like you’re Banksy, is it, Paul.
I felt a deeper meaning.
A thought had occurred
It would take a lot of paint.
But would be worth the pain.
I worked through the night.
Such a delight.
I threw a pebble up to her window.
Old Mrs Jones looked down at the naked mural of me, and dropped dead.
Julie sort of squinted in dread.
But the gun in her hand.
Well, enough said.
The police charged me with indecent exposure.
Though the court said that wasn’t quite true.
Still, the Community payback man said.
I’m really impressed.
I mean, it's different.
Maybe you should have added a verse.
He stopped me scrubbing.
We bowed our heads.
As old Mrs Jones passed by in the hearse.
Open borders? No
Drugs? No. Life? Hell yes
Open borders? No...
Build the wall, Trump! Please!
We need you more than ever
Hopes up? Heavens yes...
I know He will be
The next president of pro-
Sperity and peace
Chaos, commotion
there will be wars and such now...
Future? Yes...past - no...
Legally country
peaceful protest? Yes! Riots?
No...let God, let God
Let go and let live now!
Prsent moment of the now
Be president, Trump!
Believe and have faith
No more war or battles in...
The Kingdom of God
2024 -
I bet you 95%
He's gonna win big!
Godly morals...have
Self-control and patience too
Payback for Biden...
Watch what you say to me
Watch who you talk to about me
Got the ears of a wolf
What's that you said about me
Watch my tail feather
I think you need to refer that to yourself
You can take third digitus finger to you and the court system
You are a son of a pagan woman who prays on other peoples moolah
My investment that I made for me is none of social media or your fake cheerleading squads
concern
Watch what you say to me
Watch what you say to me
Because whatever you do to me
Is going back fire on you and burn you
And leave you with 3 degree burns
Good luck on trying to wipe your butt
Karma is
revenge is in process
So watch your back
No I don't stutter
I mean every word that I say
Watch what you say about me
Watch who you talk to about me
Give up on trying to get back with this
I don't need lazy man
I am that paid female with that 700 credit score
Get off mine
Get your own
Talking about it's over
But look like today your singing that same old tune
Baby Baby This Baby Baby I want to work it out
Sorry but don't need a man trying to ride for free
Yes it's me
The one who got sense than any other female that you every had a relationship with
Clown there is the door
No handouts
Like you did me once upon time ago
Payback is in process
You know me for never thinking like that
But today I might just have to start thinking like that
Title: Watch What You Say To Me
Watch Who you talk To About Me
May 4, 2017
By: Shaniki Smith
Ariana Grande had many teenage fans
girls went to her concerts, in different lands
Then a bomb went off in Manchester killed 22
Revenge, ideology, a toxic stew
Girls liked to sing along with Taylor Swift
But in the alienated mind there was a rift
He stabbed little girls at a Swiftie themed class
Three of them died, there's a question we could ask.
What kind of hate, what kind of payback
leads to this kind of horror, indiscriminate attack
Why do they zoom in on those we should protect
What society would they build, after ours they wrecked.
Taylor was planning a concert in an Austrian venue
But religious maniacs knew what to do
With explosives and knives, they'd kill the crowd
The more thousands of dead, the more they'd be proud.
Your religion, your revenge, your deadly schemes
Let girls be girls, let teens be teens
There's no harm in a good sing along
Killing one innocent is always wrong
Men are just boys
Someone has said
So, give them a treat
Then tuck them in bed
Give them a toy
When day is done
Sweet goodnight kiss
Let them have fun
Say a kind word
Set them aright
Payback will shine
All through the night
Do set the mood
With words of praise
Seductive look?
Your tool to daze!
Keep hands busy
Gadgets will do
They want to play
With those and you
Just let them feel
Much like a boss
Stroke their ego
When they get cross
Act “submissive”
Be in control
Get a firm grip
On heart and soul
Listen to me!
A man is a boy
With one diff’rence:
Price of the toy
Men get boo boos
Need tender care
Nurse and Mommy
Be always there
Give them sugar
They need a treat
Some good loving
So they stay sweet
Men are simple
This I can say
Play your cards right
Have it YOUR WAY! ;)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
City Mayor Zohran Mamdani to open the Museum of Palestinian History in New York
You'd never see a place like this
A must to visit, don't miss
The magnet for riff-raff and scum
For stupid, blind, "left" and dumb
A place to fester hate and rot
One perfect spacious meeting spot
No other town but in our city
A stain of shame and a pity
A ton of things go on display:
The endless “martyrs”, foul play
Subversion of thy neighbors’ lands
Black uniforms and green headbands
The rain of rockets and attacks
The gangsters levy heavy tax
Corruption like you’ve never seen
Payback for crimes, the gruesome scene
Hamas, the tunnels, kids with guns
The moms so proud of blown-up sons
Jews’ murder celebrated wide
And broken trust, a source of pride
"Mein Kampf", the Fuhrer's own book
Yasser, Sinwar, their rabid look
Where there's a knife there is Quran
"Allah Akbar" - the master plan
Antisemitic plots galore
To kill them Jews, and war, war, war
The dreams of "river to the sea"
And Paly state to never be
Of wasted chances and deception
Still-born ambitions, from inception
Not live in peace, but kill and maim
With tears staged and shifting blame
The halls of hatred, blood and lies
The theft of funds and wasted lives
Just what we need, I tell you, brother
Shall be museum like no other
July 28, 2026
New York City