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I am myself unable to know
If what I am about to say
Is totally wrong
Or is may well be right
Can I
Should I
I am still not quite sure
This true story about my actual real life
Share
With any of you
Would that even be fair
For me to want others to know
And therefore buy into and care
Because this in fact is about
And is in regards to my
Nearest and close family
But here I go and I will leave it up to you
To decide if I am in fact
Totally out of order and morally wrong
Or altruistic and right
When my mom said to my sister
And referred too and called Kayleigh
Her little sh1t
A term of endearment
And my sister , my mom's daughter
And Kayleigh mum
Said and I quote to my also her mother
You can't call her that
The total and utter gaul and sheer audacity
And I don't know who if I was in their shoes
Would and should be more offended
Should it be my mom
Who's daughter doesn't apparently seem
to know her at all
Or her daughter who she doesn't seem
to know anymore either
As Kayleigh once told laughed it and
brushed it off instantaneously
And said my mother her Nana can call
her anything she likes
As she has earned the right to as she
in fact stood by her and bought her up
And if my sister knew either of them
She would hopefully then realize just how offensive that is and may appear too the
pair of them
And as this is after all to close to home
for comfort
I am hesitant to say I can only imagine
But I don't and can't and would never
wish to be
Suffering such an indignity if it was ever
Directed at me personally
At least I would be and am willing to admit
That would break and crumble me into
A thousand pieces and leave me on
my knees
And that is my own
And worst of all I can't intervene
And do anything to fix that
Apart from stand bye and look away
Rather than look them in the eye
Because it will only make me cry
So we start a New Year
As we haven’t much choice
Twelve months to speak something
With our God-given voice.
For good or for ill
Every word that we say
Will have some effect
Every step of our way.
Regards the New Year
We haven’t a choice
But we have with our lips
With our God-given voice.
Far back in beginning
God’s voice spoke creation
Many, many years later
His Word brought salvation.
That Word was made flesh
In the person of Jesus
To live and to die
In his mercy to save us.
So let’s guard our lips
Let’s speak truth sincere
Let’s speak love and kindness
For a Happy New Year!
Yes ,
I know I am a total and utter misery
And I never seem to be able to write
about anything other than doom and
gloom
And I also am aware and know that
it's no fun at all
And no one probably wants to read
constantly about that over and over
again let alone me
But they say write about what you know
And obviously that tells it's own story
about and in regards to my life
That I and my life revolves around
and is steeped in doom and gloom
and untold misery
If which I intern must be and play
an integral part
Star of my own personal individual
crap shoot show
And I am ever so sorry for others
than I am for myself
As I feel for others more so than I
do so for or pity myself
And I dare not wish nor want to
be the bearer of bad news or share
more bad tidings or spread misery
As I honestly believe the world has
had and heard enough
To last it a thousand plus lifetimes
So really I also wish I should and
would just shut up and cease as
well
So here's hoping from now on and
in the future for all of us myself
included sake
The next time I choose to pen or
write a poem
It's not about or related to any form
of misery
But instead I offer up a tale of that
speaks of only profound joy happiness
and positivity
To each and everyone who chooses so
that my message or poetry to read
Makes the written word leap from and
off the page uplift and truly warm the
cockles of the heart
Not make the headlines and front
page because it bleeds
And in doing so make the world seem
wonderful for all again
"The Goodbye Road"
Glass slippers
cut roads clean
like diamonds
they dance through the storm
and Yellow is just a colour
ribbon tied around a tree
never Gold
Monkeys fly
flattering mongrels
who walk the lonely roads
always on their own
with soft feathered 'friends',
soap sudded soupy vowels
and horny (backed) toads
Christmas
comes and goes
Unicorns are ridden
until their jewels 'n horns 'n hearts are torn
Everything in a suspended world
glows sunset in mystical rose
The last poem you wrote
is always the last ode
Poems drip off a tongue
whispering
to the vast global empty zone
like blood slides
down a sword
like dropping crumbs
to the silent
dog whistles
and absent jingle bells
baptised slowly by
too much brandy
egg nog whiskered
licking Life's
luscious lips
mistletoe led
snookered
ray bans on
8 ball holy holed
Road Home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Christmas/New Years
gvlm
“Goodbye Yellow Brick Road – Sara Bareilles”
https://youtu.be/5vtguBvC-zk
"’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."
Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There.
"Permanently on the "Naughty" List"/Anonymous
....and I haven't even started making the Rum Balls yet...
regards,
somewhere,
lost in OZ.
yeah, I know, you ALL love me. Hard not to. x
LYRICS/ Goodbye Yellowbrick Road/Elton John
https://genius.com/Elton-john-goodbye-yellow-brick-road-lyrics
Written: August 13, 2023
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Don't whine as regards how badly you feel.
It is solely your obligation to heal.
The pain it causes is such a quiet dagger.
A query is fair—we struggle and stagger.
Who was that sick person—coarse?
Who shouted torrents of anxiety and remorse?
Their cries—a red hint among hidden persons.
They serve individuals who adore worsens.
Do not let your eyes sting with tears.
Their whining is nothing but fear.
They seek pleasure in misery.
And to join them in their remissory.
Did cries of sadness substitute for the truth?
The melody of the wounded soul goes smooth.
As the world turns a deaf ear to the silent plea,
Pain, anguish, and scars so deep to foresee.
Yet society chooses to ignore or dismiss
But, dear wounded soul, do not despair.
For within your pain lies a strength amiss.
A resilience that can weather any dare
A spirit that rises above the shadow
Do not be silenced by the indifference below.
Let your voice be heard as a symphony is played.
A symphony of courage—perseverance, swayed
Of the triumph that lies within your scars,
For the melody of the wounded soul bears
Is a song that resonates with hearts.
Do not complain over your wounded parts
But let it be a trinket of honor.
A testament to your endurance upon her
For the wound hurts only the suffering,
And your complaint is incomplete—hovering.
The Unheard Melody of the Wounded Soul,
A symphony of strength and resilience under control
A reminder that our pain is not in vain,
Within depths of our wounds—we must sustain
Do not let the world silence your voice.
For it is through your pain that you find purpose.
And in your struggle, you find your strength.
The melody of the wounded soul length.
Is it a symphony that echoes through time?
A testament to the human spirit sublime
The poem that I write,
Is the one that I fantasize of writing
The one that my muse, celestial being
Made of mysterious essence,
Regards as the celebration of my fall,
Here, in a world devoid of meaning!
This poem recounts of how
The shadows of my life
Get dissipated
As love resolves its senseless issues,
And kisses its broods
With the lips of my passionate tugs!
This poem recounts of how
The climb back to the heavens
Will be smooth,
Laden with light hearts,
Laughing souls,
And fragranced with flowers,
All having true and pure love,
Engraved on their petals!
This poem recounts of how
The life that I lived here
Turned out to be magical
Having, as guide, the angels,
Who kept whispering to my ears
That I am to keep on believing in faith,
That I am to bear in mind,
That the cause of life
Remains the ascent into the spiritual realm!
This poem recounts of how
The bits and the pieces of my toils here
Had their own purposes,
And how,
They helped me build myself up
Into what I ended up being,
A Goddess, fallen, for the sake of love,
But saved, by the comforting arms
Of that same love!
Pray, this poem is a celebration love
Though it be written today,
Someday,
I shall read it to Love,
And tell him,
I kept my hope high,
I kept treading in marshy lands,
I kept swimming with sharks
And I kept having dinner with vipers,
Knowing that somehow,
Someday,
Your grey veil of negativity
Would be lifted
And you would pull me
Into the garden of eternity
As it was deemed
By the Gods themselves!
3 September 2019
One-ply, two-ply, three-ply, four:
Whether you are rich or poor,
This is something that you need.
Substitutes won’t do, agreed?
Extra soft or without rolls,
Every brand has matching goals –
Do the job and help us wipe.
We don’t need the extra hype!
One conundrum makes folks nuts;
They won’t stand ifs, ands or buts.
(Pun intended) – This harangue
Regards which way the roll should hang.
Is the next-to-follow strip
On the top for you to rip?
Or perhaps it’s lying under
Waiting to be torn asunder?
Everyone thinks his way’s best.
Please comply if you’re a guest.
When you’re on another’s bowl,
Use his method to unroll.
One last thing I’d like to mention –
This is one superb invention;
For without its grand debut,
I can think of one word – EEW!
July 31, 2012
(wow...
at last...
hrrmph...cof...
pro..nun..ci..a...tion)...
sand time...wind blow'n...here now...
weather report...dust storms...yup...
you better believe it mister...
cause if you don't you're in for a shock...
just look around...hic...focus on the blur...
a mammals time fog is an insects clear air...
that's the flow...it's all in the wiring of the brain...
dragon fly season's coming...they swarm-eat mosquitoes...
and black flies too...in mid air...so no...don't let them scare yuh...
this is cpl o'reilly of the 4077th...
signing off...
with regards that 'time fog' thing...the constant insect blur...
they've four to five times our visual dexterity and speed...right...
insects live shorter lives because their time passes more quickly...ummm...
lost count...anyway...so holy cow mister...don't go think'n it's yer glasses...
them dragon flies don't want you...they want what bugs you...
stan sand
GRANNY'S LOVE:
On every matter, she keeps me counseled,
So that any wrong plans would be cancelled.
When I'm down, she gets me revived,
And by her love, I strongly get survived.
Nurtured me from childhood as a great granny;
Empowering me from a boy to a good daddy,
Inculcating into me a well-set power,
For me to stand as an outstanding Tower.
Urging me to pray and study the bible,
In order for my life to be equipped and able.
She's such a selfless person,
Who regards the state of her family.
Abysmally, her dream got missing,
Which truly affected her life so badly.
She went through a tough childhood,
And It's evident in her speech and livelihood.
Hence, don't wish anyone to also go through same,
As she's fighting for our future to be safe.
Whenever she hears from me,
The conversation holds a good endgame.
Her heart grows happily, and it gently beats.
Ever wishing the best for me, regardless,
Since she don't want my life to be acrimonious.
When she don't hear from me for a while,
Then she holds me with speculations as she enquires.
Initially, I used to grow mad at her sometimes,
Making her mostly feeling worried.
But she forgave me without even me saying sorry.
I thought she was still treating me like a child,
Until later, I've realised her words are life guide.
I thank Jehovah for my granny,
And I pray she keeps blessing her for me.
July 11 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 140-145
Key Verse – Psalm 140:7 O GOD the Lord, the strength of my salvation, thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
HEART THAT REGARDS THE LORD, THE STRENGTH OF OUR SALVATION
Our heart regards the Lord, the strength of our salvation…
…against crookedness’ sight
While straightening our attitude to do right
Enabling us toward faith-maturing height
Strong in facing wickedness’ fight.
Our heart regards the Lord, the strength of our salvation…
…against worldliness’ impurity
While cleansing our souls from vanity
Enabling us toward repentance-sincerity
Sanctified in following His authority.
Our heart regards the Lord, the strength of our salvation…
…against sinfulness’ defilement
While purging our minds from selfish motives’ element
Enabling us toward holiness-involvement
Steadfast in fulfilling every devoted commitment.
Our heart regards the Lord, the strength of our salvation…
…against foolishness’ interruption
While enlightening our spirituality for Biblical action
Enabling us toward wisdom-application
Settled in choosing stewardship function.
Our heart regards the Lord, the strength of our salvation…
…against skepticism’s haughtiness
While subduing our conviction from intellectual boastfulness
Enabling us toward humility-meekness
Secured in abiding in His provisions’ goodness.
Our heart regards the Lord, the strength of our salvation…
…against poverty’s challenges
While meeting our needs within His bounty’s packages
Enabling us toward contentment-surges
Satisfied in learning through His exhorting charges.
Our heart regards the Lord, the strength of our salvation…
…against trials’ insurgency
While empowering our will against trust’s insufficiency
Enabling us toward service-persistency
Sturdy in conquering fears with His truth and mercy.
July 11, 2026