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Sassy had spent many a night hearing the howling from the alley.
It was Wild Tom and his band of crooners, they did not dilly dally.
She had batted her eyes, been through a marriage or two.
But her love was always secretly for Wild Tom, and his motley crew.
His band knew, so they serenaded her and her kittens at the window.
An apartment cat, Sassy's world did not collide with those below.
She spent many a pleasant day listening to the crooners of the street.
Never expecting that she and the crew or Wild Tom would ever meet.
By happenstance, Wild Tom ran out in front of a car one spring day.
The driver was her owner, Sue, who took him to a vet right away.
Vet patched him up, but he was not ready to roam back in the street.
So Sue brought Wild Tom home, a move that could not be beat.
Wild Tom did not recognize the pretty nurse who brought his cup.
He had seen Sassy many times in many years, but never this close up.
After he recovered, they had fallen in love, inside the window pane.
Sue kept him, so the love couple could together always watch the rain.
On older couple who’d married young…have been together 50 years…
In that time they shared a family…shared a life of laughter, joy and tears.
When Alzheimer’s slithered into her brain…and took up residence there….
there were days she did not recognize him…days she’d sit emotionless and stare.
There were other days, less frequent, when she knew his name and they’d embrace…
when it was like she never left…and a smile retuned to her face.
On these days he would smile…when he saw her light come on…
“Where have you been my love?” He’d ask…”I’ve missed you while you were gone”.
Other times when he noticed the spark returning her eyes
and he spoke…his voice would crack…
as he gave her a big hug and said
“My love…it’s good to have you back”.
When I reflect upon this couple as I often do…one thing I’m always thinking of…
is the feeling he conveyed with those two words…My Love.
And I wonder…of all the words of affection ever expressed…that can beguile and enthrall…
If the words My Love, aren’t the two most beautiful words of all.
For when they’re said with meaning…no other words will sound as sweet…
with the passion behind the words My Love…no other words can e’er compete.
When you have the opportunity to say My Love to another person…
I hope with all my heart…you do…
and I also hope that you are blessed…
to have someone say My Love to you.
Mike drop!
Just because the thought you have ran into overtime
You don't have to play as if rhymes do not rhyme
Thrill without skills
Techniques with out beats
Beds pulled down access with out sheets
Beat hold up repeats
Devastated as Skip chased knight rider black streets with out leaps
Peep game recognize game like monopoly without a same
Turn with sand burns
Park avenue with out turns
Dill lard cooks turn
Burn backs of chill burn
Bluto olive ships stern
Pop eyes Gargamel Smurf son
Shirt stocky like Rocky bull run
Chosen chapels like priest son
Choir shirts with out pleats son
Example related question interrogate that son
Open Sesame street son
Big bird in trees without flowing tweets son
Literally drac cue the curtains ready for action applaud Oscar award son
Tony hip hop the skip scotch top charts with who son
Dedicated related to you
Pushed back with hit tracks soundtracks eight black
Two streets with Maybach's
Sandy skilled take that
Blowing winds made that
Frosty Pebbled laced that
Lyrical that made that
He often thought…she’s like a flower.
He marveled at how she always found a way
to welcome in the sunlight and add her color to the day.
He often thought…she’s like a flower.
The way she shares her beauty with all the other flowers… and the trees.
He loves to watch her joy as she dances in the breeze.
He often thought…she’s like a flower.
for every day he finds…not only is she beautiful
but she’s soft, loving and kind.
He often thought…she’s like a flower
because with just the smile on her face
She not only brightens up his life but makes the world a better place.
But he came to realize she IS a flower…as the years progressed
as demonstrated by all the insects that land on her to rest.
For insects have been created with the instinctive power
to search for, to recognize, and to seek out only flowers.
So he knows she has to be a flower…this he’s come to understand
every time a ladybug lands upon her hand.
Yes, he knows she has to be a flower…perhaps a daffodil or a rose
every time a butterfly rests upon her nose.
And now he only thinks of her as a flower…
who blooms every day anew…
After all:
If the ladybugs and the butterflies believe it…
he knows it must be true.
Have you noticed how manners have gone out of fashion?
It’s considered cool now
To rebel against the old order
By simply refusing to act like the old order.
The result of course is a return to primitivism
Like an abandoned garden all gone to weeds.
The corollary is modern people have apparently
Lost the ability to even recognize weeds.
Weeds grow in so many forms;
From a disobedient toddler who is never taught
No means no
To the youth who thinks it’s cool to steal
And adult who expects to get away
With rape and murder.
Increasingly the powers that be
Are infected by the guilt of being the powerful
And so think it’s kind to let the criminal go free
Especially if they are a shade of non-white
And tilt the stats so far it seems unfair.
But have you also noticed
It’s mainly liberal whites who think only whites
Can be racist, because only whites are in power.
Other races of course know this is bogus
Because they can see the racist amongst them
While the liberal whites are oblivious
That they are the closet white supremacists
Because, you know, only those on top
Can be racist…
Everyone wishes to be a better them
It’s just part of our nature
And we look to others for leadership and example
Since that’s just part of our nature too,
But it doesn’t help if we don’t set a bar
And hold ourselves and others to it.
Low expectations just encourage low results
Even if they are done out of love.
(5/12/26)
A flash in the planetary cause,
a momentary held applause
on the evolutionary roll of time paused;
These last seconds on the timeline hesitate
when man appears upon fostering the world's fate
and the future lay waiting at the entry gate.
He loots, he burns fastidious.
he murders the people indigenous
claiming conquering superiority as if it were religious.
This is not religions toll,
this was not humanity's goal,
this in not Christian, Muslim or Jewish states
this is a world on the brink of late
bent on self destruction and hate.
History's lesson remain unlearned
distorted, twisted, scorned
laying in a rubbled heap
denial and lie making all life cheap.
Is there such a creature as an honest man in power
the hero of the hour
stretching out his opened hand
that reveals the gift to understand?
We, the people of this earth
take pride and gratitude of every birth
and it's time the leaders do
those that claim they represent every me and you.
If we're not careful and diligent
the earth may not be that resilient
find your heart and your roots
recognize the power in the truth.
I enter a cave of somber gray
feeling despondent and in dire straits.
For in this cavern night swallows day
and in its bowels my fate awaits.
Ravenous shadows consume color
giving black a sense of completeness.
And darkness pours forth like molasses
a syrup of ebony sweetness.
Stumbling blind I approach an abyss
oblivion's just inches away.
Yet fear’s subordinate and silent
a mere observer, voiceless today.
A bright light flashes before my eyes
and hesitation backs me away.
For although I can't see anything
some phenomenon caused that display.
Doubt relentlessly tests my resolve
explaining the reasons I seek death.
Yet light pierced the walls of this cave
and a feeling of hope steals my breath.
Faith penetrates my fog of despair
guiding me to recognize God’s sign.
And I cling to His loving embrace
feeling in my heart, all will be fine.
What is wrong with the people
Today?
A bunch of dumb people are leading
The way.
Seeks ATTENTION,
You find ABUSE.
If you hang,
Hang loose.
Lacking BACKBONE,
Loud and BOASTFUL.
Mass shooting sprees,
They go postal.
They can’t CAPTIVATE,
They CAPTURE.
Stuck on the same page,
No new CHAPTER.
DIFFERENT is not the same as
DIFFICULT.
Aiming for change,
Get the same result.
It is better to EDUCATE,
Then to ESTIMATE.
No more wild child,
Domesticate.
Try Being FRIENDLY,
No FURY.
Patience is the key,
Don’t act PREMATURELY.
GIVE more,
Less GREEDY.
Take care of self,
Less needy.
HEAL don’t
HATE.
Be selective when choosing
A mate.
INFLUENCE without
INSULT.
It is not age that makes
You an adult.
Be JOYFUL,
Forget JEALOUS.
Relax don’t be
Rebellious.
Show KINDNESS,
Don’t KILL.
It takes time to hone your
Skill.
More time LEARNING,
LESS LECTURE.
Leave the drama,
Bring pleasure.
MORE MENTALITY,
Less MACHINE.
Cut out,
If it’s not your scene.
Try to NEGOTIATE,
Cap your NERVES.
will happen,
Crap will occur.
OBSERVE don’t
OPPOSE.
That door is
Closed.
More PASSION,
Less PAIN.
Work harder,
Don’t complain.
Seeking QUALITY,
Less QUANTITY.
Side-step tragedy,
Enjoy the comedy.
REPAIR before you
REPLACE.
Is it the kill or the
Chase.
To SAVE means
SACRIFICE.
You must suffer on way
To paradise.
Better to TREAT,
THEN TRICK.
Take your time,
Not so quick.
Choose the UNDERDOG,
Avoid the UNABLE.
Diversity instead of
Racial.
VALUE before
VARIETY.
Things clear up with
Sobriety.
Be WILLING,
Less WORRY.
Slow ride,
No hurry.
Don’t XANAX to
XTREME.
BOLO for a snake
Or a scheme.
Better to say YES,
Than not YET.
Recognize an incoming
Threat.
Be ZANY and ZOOM with
ZEAL.
Just saying,
Keeping it real.
Turbo1904
I am retired now
And I finally got my shirt
You named all the job
I did
It all paid peanuts
Yes they had told me
It was a decent wage
it was all bull
I had to work
19 hours a day
For peanuts
I an happy living
A simple life
With very little money
Also it is hard to stretch
It is good that I have a roof over my head
Also I have land line
And a cell phone
I need it for an emergency
When I died I hope
Somebody will continue to write
some new poems
From where I left off
I would hate
To see it collecting dust on the
Book shelf
That would be terrible
I don't bottle up my feelings
I write it down on my computer
I have a sharp mind now
What is going to happen when I am 70?
Will I still have a sharp mind?
Lots of people under estimate me
They probably think that
I am not able to do the things I do
Yes I can do lots of things
When I put my mind to it
Yes my
Level of intelligence is 63%
They consider me to be a genius
I don't give a damn about it
Because it sets me for failure
I can say that I am gifted
And I appreciate the gifts I have
That my Father gave to me
I used it every day
What is going to happen the day
I no longer have a sharp mind
Is somebody else going to be my voice
Will I have dementia by then
I will only be able to know it with time
Will I still be able to recognize my friends
And my family
I don't want to be alive if this happens to me
Because I don't want people to see me
In the worst stage of my life
So tell me who will be my voice
And speak up for me
If I can't see anymore
The way I used to see before
What is going to happen if comes a day
That I won't be able to take care of me
I will no longer want to be alive anymore
So people let me die in my sleep
If that is possible
One of These Days by FFH
Lyrics
One of these days I'm gonna fly
Over the mountain
One of these days I'm gonna ride
On the silver lining
One of these days I'm gonna witness
All I've been missing
One of these days
One of these days I'm gonna do
All the things that I've never done
I'm gonna finish all the races
That I've run but I've never won
And I'm gonna see a million faces
And recognize everyone
One of these days
One of these days
Gonna see the hand
That took the nails from me
One of these days
Gonna hold the key to
The mansion built for me
One of these days
Gonna walk the streets of
Gold that were paved for me
One of these days
I'm gonna see my Savior face to face
One of these days
One of these days I'm gonna say
Just what became of me
On the day that I believed
When you took myself from me
And I believe I will say
What I would have been
If You didn't save me
One of these days
And one of these days I'm gonna talk
With all the saints that have gone before
And in their sandals I will walk
And we will sit upon the shore
And I will learn all the things
That I never knew before
All this and more
One of these days I'll finally be
In a place where there's no more need
No more pain and no more grief
No more foolish disbelief
And all the joy there will be
When at last we finally see
One of these days
Additional Lyrics Below (by Me)
Yes, one of these days I’ll finally be
The heart and soul that is truly me
The light You breathed
When You created me to be
A reflection of the hope that is free
A echo of the grace that will agree
What You’ve done is save me from me
What You’ve done is given me relief
From all the shadows who follow me
And, One of these days, I know I’ll see
What it means to love fully, totally…
With a love that lives without any need
A love that believes as it should believe
On heaven’s shores, I’ll hear the angels sing
And I’ll know the light that they bring
So that I can smile forever, without defeat
I’ll live with You, my soul will be complete
I’ll know the One who brought life to me
I’ll meet with love that lived and died for me!
One of these days