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You know I would never tell anyone
Last time either one of fell from our word
Was a decade or so ago
I believe we both have grown
Trust me nobody will know
You act like this is our first go
When I have never spoiled the show
It's absurd that you would question my word
When the only incidence that ever occurred
Was when you let my secrete out that day
I would never play you that way
Or would I betray your trust in any way
I forgave you that day mine slipped away
So to be fare quit staring
At me with that glare
Please don't judge me unfairly
Trust me if I didn't care
Then you would need a lot more than just prayer
Have we not learned we do not need to be concerned
I think you better just rethink this
Before this friend ends up on the miss list
Would not want you to forfeit our friendship
By abandoning ship and throwing a fit
You should never forget when we met
You know I have never been a threat
So trust me you will have no regrets
I will be sure I don't let you down
Because your secret is safe and sound with me
* * *
Five days later the casket was lowered,
and Rico stood there with his red-haired wife,
she held up his two-year old daughter Jan,
he never felt more grateful for his life.
Things had gone much as Anthony had feared,
bureaucrats wrangling when he’d been seized,
even now they argued about justice,
cartels had lots of sway in that country.
He would have died, that much was obvious,
he had to admit, it filled him with rage,
many times he had been tempted to quit,
none would blame him if his mind had been swayed.
But then he remembered the killer’s words,
about his people, where loyalties lay,
and ironically, that man’s diatribe
was what convinced Rico that he should stay.
When all had been lost, and his life forfeit,
one of his own had come to save his life,
was not Anthony an American?
Had he not died doing what he felt right?
Were not many like him at this service?
Even the woman he held in his arms?
He felt that his people needed protection,
and he had the skills to keep them from harm.
So tomorrow he’d been back on the job,
not for governments or the games they played,
they and the cartels were not his people,
he had chosen the American way.
I know what I need to do
I want to get in touch with you
You're perfect for me in every way
I can no longer let you slip away
I hope and pray it's not too late
And too much time has passed.
Yessssiirrreee, that's what I want to do
I would always make time for you
You encouraged me from the start
were straightforward and didn't tangle with my heart.
when I tried to quit
You motivated me all along.
It's only appropriate
you're essential to this song.
When our eyes locked
I lovingly gazed at you
I know what I need to do
I want to get in touch with you
You're perfect for me in so many ways
I can no longer let you slip away
Before it's too late
And too much time has passed
You encouraged me from the start
And never gave up on me
When I tried to quit
You motivated me all along.
I loved gazing in your eyes
And watching you move across the room
I admired you from afar.
I tried not to let it show
Your presence was the reason for my glow
I know what I want to do
It's crucial I see you soon
I hope and pray it's not too late
I'd like to ask you on a date.
To be honest, life hasn't been so sunny this past year
But the thought of you calms my jangled nerves
Easing my insecurity and fears
You always stood up for me
Even when I was at my weakest and broken down in tears.
Some things hardly change like calendar's date;
One moment, you are one; another- two
Next in line of taking note is off hate,
But you have to be of sudden past clue.
Thanks for this year's grace,
I never give up Your pace...
As I run her race.
Some dreams are not of time to accomplish,
Because time pass either or not its chase...
Though, pretending being okay does perish
Yet, letting go is not easy to ace.
Thanks for the hot ,
That never make my quests quit-
The beast to win fit.
Some challenges are never easy sort,
To forget risks involved cum survival,
Or find a way out to do off support...
Rather, conquer feats with mean revival.
Thanks for loyalty,
I merit not royalty-
Through life's casualty.
Some sorrows earned you respect of value,
When honesty is well appreciated.
Then trust over time would be gained cum blue-
Returned loyalty not depreciated.
Thanks for blurring truth,
That triggers search for false youth...
While trying being Ruth.
Some moments are far gone to past's embrace,
Even difference can't hope for its future
Of possible experience or retrace...
While intelligence doubt sure adventure.
Thanks for all problems,
That fortified all Adams...
Sorting out freedoms.
...The months that followed were not kind,
a recall soon took his post from him,
and the angry eyes of the grieving kin
weighed so heavily upon his mind.
And word had gone out ’cross the land,
that Cyril Flint, he lacked real grit,
and people had died because of it,
nobody would hire such a man.
The next year would not go by fast,
Cyril spent most of his days dunk,
got by doing odd jobs, fit for skunks,
forever haunted by the echoing past.
In his despair he found himself asking
why he’d thought himself fit for the star
when couldn’t boast of a single scar,
was bravery such a hard-earned thing?
It seemed so clear to him in retrospect,
his ego hand hungered for the prestige,
he’d never been much for humility…
so much hubris on which to reflect.
As he puzzled on this one half-drunk morn,
a team of horses on a wagon stout,
jolted and reeled at the sight of a mouse,
and away with the wagon they tore.
They sprinted straight for widow Allandale,
Cyril threw himself hard into her side,
struck by the force, the widow did fly,
in wild circles did her arms flail.
She struggled to stay on her feet,
quit angry until a sickening crack,
Caught her attention, turning her back,
from her lips leapt a panicked shriek.
On the group lay Cyril’s bent shape,
trampled by hooves and iron rims,
half the bones in his body broken,
bloody from his shins to his pate.
Folks rushed up quickly to surround,
made no move to help, it was clear
there was nothing a doctor could do here,
his last moments in agony profound.
As he wavered in that morning’s light,
the very last words that he ever heard
was,”At least he didn’t die a coward,”
then on came that cold, endless night.
I had never met a buffalo who smokes a pipe.
But this one did it without any kind of hype.
It looked natural hanging from the big guy’s mug.
I saw his wife merely give him a tiny bit of a shrug.
So he smoked a pipe, I said, sidling up to her.
Yes, she said, and I wish I had a cure.
It’s a sickly sweet smell, and it makes me feel sick.
He won’t get rid of it, so I guess he’s thick.
The buffalo king smiled at his honest wife.
I wish I could quit, he said, but I am hooked for life.
Moral of this story, is do not start little one.
I liked that he called me this. Being petite is kind of fun.
The journey, the journey! everyone is touting.
The journey, the journey! nobody is doubting.
To hell with this journey, I care not.
I want, I need, resolution on the spot.
I have toiled long enough, I’m long past despair.
How on earth can I carry on in such disrepair.
I want to give up, I want to quit now!
I am going to do it, I promise and how!
Off in the distance I hear a slight ring.
The ringing the ringing! it starts to sting.
My eyes awaken and I hit my alarm clock
I’ll be damned if nothing had stopped!
Back to the grind, twenty four seven.
The journey, the journey! is far from heaven.
Hitch-hiked along the East Coast 1968-70
multiple times
Picked up by mini-buses
marijuana high times
Dated a filthy rich gal whose 1971-72
backyard was Hamilton College
We climaxed every night, alright
but didn’t gain any knowledge
Pledged the fraternity where 1969
‘Animal House’ was shot
Quit the very next morning
learned to quit a lot
Got a D- in a Shakespeare class 1971
blamed it on the professor
Retook the same course
almost got an F from his successor…
They say the best teacher is Experience
~ I must have heard ‘Experiments’
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This is all completely true, so help me - gulp - G-d!!
Any dream can be manifested
By having unwavering faith,
Confidence that the Universe will
Divinely handle all, to give you
Everything that you desire
Faith is belief in something more,
Grateful for every moment your given.
Heavenly beings surround and support us,
Idly waiting for a chance to intervene.
Just waiting for us to ask them for anything.
Knowing they have the power to help you
Loving you more than you'll ever know.
Magical Beings are your back up
Never more will you be in need
Once you realize they are there for you.
Positivity can help manifest,
Quit living with self doubt
Realize the power you have and
Signs will begin to reveal themselves
Trust in them fully and wholeheartedly.
Understand the power you have
View the world in a whole new way
Willingly embrace these spiritual beings because
Xanadu is what you can achieve.
You need to have faith and patience and
Zestfully, ever more, your life will be.
5/6/2020
Thousands living in fear
For they knew Hitler was growing near
In Poland her career would soon to be
As she helped scared persecuted to flee
Gas chambers were yet to come
For not all heeded the warnings of this young one
Compassion and determination
Made her the first in reporting the War of all Nations
A thousand horses and a thousand horsemen
A thousand tanks, her story found both ink and pen
Hollering of the invasion to be
Her worth all would soon well see
As German troops invaded Poland
Her report the first of World War number 2
The first female War correspondent so new
Setting the stage for all the brave lasses who followed through
Days long ago when a woman’s job just wasn’t so
She led the way, helping thousands begin a new pathway
She was the model for those who came after
She never quit, until death's battle
Her beauty had faded at the age of one hundred and five
Her moxy and determination they stayed vibrant and alive
She sipped champagne to the very end, one oh five
A tear for the lady, whose bravery defeated an evil campaign
Clare au Lune
For all tiss worth
You were and angel
Brave on the front lines of truth
Rest in peace, divine, for all time