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My first and only son,
Precious blood of my blood,
What can I give to you
To prepare you for this life?
There is so much I want to show you—
So many things to see, and hear, and feel,
So many thoughts to think, and words to speak;
So many ways to imagine and create
I want to teach you everything I know—
To be kind, humble, honest, and strong;
To believe in yourself, and always try your best,
No matter what you do
I want you to do the right thing, even when it’s hard;
To think for yourself, even if you’re wrong;
To follow your dreams, however unlikely they may seem,
And forge your own unique path
I want you to question everything—
To experiment and learn without shame or fear—
To turn dark corners of ignorance and hatred
Into beacons of knowledge and love
I want you to know that life is a rare gift
Billions of years in the making,
And that countless others have come and gone
Just to bring you here
I want you to know that time is fleeting,
With all its joys and heavy sorrows,
So that you will always feel gratitude
For everything you've been given
But most of all—I want you to be happy,
And share the joy you have with others,
So when your time on earth is done,
Your life will have been a force for good.
It takes just one word to move the universe when you want to converse, sometimes it takes just one word to move the elephant out of the room before the next full moon. Sometimes it’s hard to smile when you don’t have a dime, and when the pain is so deep, it disturbs your daily sleep.
It’s not the type of pain that you feel in your hands, foot, shoulders or your legs; nor is it the pain you feel when people intrude in your bed.
It’ s the pain of going nowhere when you have so much to share, it is the pain of being in a secluded place with the feelings that your life is fading away and you are stuck in one place.
Sometimes it’s hard to exhale when your nostrils are blocked; it’s hard to swallow when you have to beg and borrow; and when you cannot breathe you have to roll up your sleeves and force your way out of the dream. And when the building block was placed on your back, destiny was just in time to roll it back.
The sun is shining over here, and I have nothing to fear, it's raining over there and you have lots of blessing to share. It takes one word to cleanse your soul and it takes one word to make you whole. It takes one word to pull in the crowd and, it takes just one word to make them get up and shout.
The city has come alive, and they are dancing in their pride, the music is rolling, and people are shouting and just one word change the rhythm.
They are moving around with bags and felt hats and in five second, they fill up the box; money is rolling in and everyone is giving, big and small, tall and short gave from their heart.
The day of reckoning is coming, and you must be generous in your giving; you have got to remove the obstruction from the block so that you can wear the new frock, if he gets in there, the universe will fear, and you will rot in your grave.
One word can change the projection and one word can change the direction, sometimes it takes just one word to explain to the world what everything is about; just look for that one word.
Your beauty, everytime I see
My mind will not let me forget
To kiss your lips I dare or truth
A glance into your eyes a dream
A Elegant Touch of a devine being
A taste of the sweetness of love
To see you my heart beats
Ponder as if my mind I feel
A soul breathing,alive in being
Depths of my being feeling...(lost)
To feel your warmth my desires
To feel your heart beat as mine
A smile that lights darkest holes of space
A Elegant Touch of beauty portray
Like the heavens has touched my soul
A dying soul,filled with emotional wants
Where be it that love be not true
That our passions be not felt
But in our heart's we know love
For there its beauty we share
Many have gone-
Much better place,
Hope they found.
Gone from Earth-
To Heaven's gate,
God called them.
It was yesterday
We shared youth-
Our world ahead.
With great speed
Years passed by-
Likewise, we aged.
Beyond the ridge
Each friend waits-
To share embrace.
The October wind is chilly, cold.
It heralds the onset of Winter.
Harvest is ending we're putting up stores,
Getting ready for Winter to enter.
There's pies, cakes and breads and canned goods galore,
Family and friends come over.
It's time now to rest and visit awhile.
Too soon the festivities are over.
All Summer long we worked and we toiled,
Preparing for Harvest Time.
Then we worked harder than ever before,
To bring in the harvest sublime.
When Harvest is over we celebrate.
We visit, we party, we share.
We give thanks for the blessings that we have received;
For God's goodness and bountiful fare.
When I began the journey, fifty odd years ago
to become a parent
There were no books or journals then
to guide this experiment
It's mostly based on mentorship
each of us has gained
Often full of potholes
mistakes we have obtained
So when I look in hindsight
not having skills required
Had parenting been my full time job
I would surely have been fired
But life provides us
with a chance to make amends
To bless with love my children
and treat them as my friends
There is no doubt challenges
existing on the way
Some families face adversity
every single day
Sometimes it seems
that life is back to front
The wisdom that we need when young
arrives when ageing fills our wont
To be a grandparent prior to parenting
would elicit a necessary skill
To raise five children, share more prudence
to a loving life, which they can then fulfil
Just a simple, earthy poet.
Here to learn and to share.
To impress you, never?
Hardly, the best poetess bear!
Just pens things simply relatable.
Though some~may consider me
mentally unstable?
That's so understandable!
In a world, that has lost in grip on
reality's handle.
In fear some live of diseases, past and
present.
While cancer, heart attacks, strokes
are far more prevalent.
But for now, to you, they are irrelevant?
No Kudos to the media and their death count
charts daily.
Your contribution to planetary fear, have
us waiting for death and making us live
insanely.
Your narratives are never true.
So many are surviving, but you pass over that
and tell death lies to bring up your revenue?
~~SHAME ON YOU. DEALERS IN DEATH~~
1-10-2021
5am PST
’ ‘’’’’ ‘’ ‘
this thing called time ; i can't quite pin down
the humor, the thrill, and the pang ,
how it marinades or starts to evaporate
to the point that days look bright or dim,
while life zooms on some borrowed ride
then snuffs a longing smile, a booming cry
right down to the ground…my, oh my!
the next moment or come near daybreak;
i pick my feet up to embrace yesterday’s shocks
plucking joy for sweet love to share around,
then redeem a truant relapse moody time …
darn! i try to feel it, blurt it, taste it, and exclaim,
“what a joyful world !” , even when traffic sucks!
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*small caps are intentionally used
For Russell Sivey: Tons of Comma Fun
Written by: nette onclaud
A LOVELY BABY BOY
(For Supei, Yong Chye, Hock San
and all family and friends)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A special day for all to know:
A baby boy in early hours,
A lovely way to shine and show,
A time for joy both yours and ours.
A time for cheer to live love's plan:
A space for grace to touch each face,
A feeling here that sparkles grand,
A fond embrace in time and space.
A new dad styles his fondest gaze:
A brave mummy feels happy now,
A time for smiles from hearts amazed,
A family baby endows.
Ah Kong feels proud to share this tale:
"A day for me to tell the world,
A face most loud as love avails,
A touch set free as Christmas swirls."
Here's to Supei, a mother dear,
Cheers to Yong Chye, with curious eyes,
Simon now says: "Ah Kong is here!"
Now we know why with happy sighs.
A fond blessing at Christmas time:
A lovely boy for all to know,
A new meaning for merry chimes,
A living joy with love that shows.
"May all your days be filled with grace:
May love and light surround good cheer,
May rainbow rays fill your fine face,
May faith give sight to you my dear."
Leon Enriquez
26 December 2016
Singapore
(Note: *"Ah Kong" in the Chinese dialect, Hokkien from native Fujian province, means Grandfather. My brother-in-law from my wife's side, is today a happy grandfather of a bouncing baby boy, fondly nicknamed "Xiao Chye" or in simpler terms, Little Chye.)
I would like to share a tale with you
About an ongoing Spud feud
Between two potato families
And the shenanigans and antics pursued
We have the Tater Family
An extremely large family indeed
Round , robust, varied , versatile,
Availability always guaranteed
The Sweeties are the other family
Long, oval, tapered , also versatile
Orange and a little softer on the inside
Availability, sometimes quite the trial
Now, the Sweeties think the Taters common
Often heard yelling ‘You are rotund and quite frankly cheap and crass ’
Many of you are a shade of ugly unripe green
AND~
You are always getting smashed!
Well… ‘HALLO’ , responded the Taters
Have you looked in the mirror of late?
You are certainly no oil painting
AND~
Whats that weird hairy bit at the end of you mate?
The Sweeties retaliate with fervour
Well, at least, we are healthy, special and sweet
Popular, sought after and make a delicious pie
Known as POET-ATO …..a favourite with artistes!
‘Yeah right’ ….reply the Taters
Did you know we ARE known as the people’s spud?
Always available and at hand to help
AND~
To be quite frank Sweeties
When the male spuds wear their jackets….they are considered quite the Stud!’
Now, this feud may always continue
Their differences may always be their fuel
HOWEVER~
There is one thing they will always agree on
SPUDS RULE!!