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Not to be confused with Double Dutch which is no longer deemed
Politically Correct,
Or gobbledegoop which could be associated with goblins and witchcraft which
would make it unsuitable for religious folk,
Gibberish is now being learned by every nation on earth.
The cheif advantage of learning to speak gibberish is that nobody realy
understands it,
So it is hard to be held accountable for what you have said.
Gibberish is also now becoming the preferred written language worldwide.
Again you will not be held accounatble for something so open to
misinterpretation.
To obatain a masters degree in gibberish, you will need to learn about codes,
As you don't want your gibberish to be too consistant,
Or someone might be able to work out what you are saying and you could be
held accountable.
Another advantage of learning gibberish is that you won't have to forego that Extra drink, as drunk or sobre it will always be gibberish.
The more gibberish you produce the more people will respect you as
worldly and wise.
You will aslo make it easy for non gibberish speakers to interpret your orders in Ways that will let them get on with whatever they are doing without fear of
being held accountable.
A word of caution however, don't take too long to learn to speak gibberish or
You could be the last person except for the Queen to be understood and she has diplomatic immunity,
So you will be it, I am afraid, unless you sign up now at a very low price
to learn basic gibberish.
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS
I let go of living in sadness.
My life seemed going nowhere,
and looking back now, it all
seemed like madness!
It wasn't because she did
gymnastics with boorish
poetic forms.
Nor was she cute or wordy.
using only the shortest
forms.
I was in search for something
far deeper that healed me with
human warmth and a soul balm.
Best of all, through her, I was
to learn to waltz happily with
shadows of my past!
And to know that love seems
to end, but I found contrarily it,
in another form, always lasts.
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS
I kept coming back to read her
at the Soup.
And, finally,after a number of
months,
I concluded to sign up and
express myself with my freshman,
weak pen.
I used to write the saddest poetry,
before I came here.
I try now to stay away from poets
who hate my country, or get joy out
of living in lost love or sadness.
And to avoid all who laugh at and
demean myself!
Belittling others in a poem, creates
and furthers world madness.
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS
Indeed my days have transformed
from gloom to splendiferous gladness.
No hopelessness nor grief can
fingerprint my life any longer.
And in the days to come, may
my words become far stronger.
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS!
**Her name is known best to the
the humblest of the twinkling
stars and God's ears**
With affection and thanks~
Form:
I am always shocked
When a second grader cannot tell me
One single thing they like to do for fun.
I am always surprised
When a third grader has no idea
whether they have a hobby or not
Yesterday I asked a fourth grader if
he had time to run an errand for me.
He said “I don’t know. What is an errand?”
Our society needs to listen to our children.
And if society cannot, can the grandma’s?
So many do not even know their grandmas or their dad either.
I am always shocked
Because these are things so easily fixed
All we need are the listeners.
Please listen to the children.
Please sign up to be a mentor at a grade school.
Please listen to them read, and help them learn math.
You will be forever changed, and so will the child to whom you listen.
Animal kingdom was invited to join the forest meadow
Band orchestrated by the deniable dictator, diabolical gorilla king
Causing loads of premature bragging from delighted grand-animals.
Deliriously enthusiastic orangutans began to show off their voice prowess.
Excited flocks, herds, and murders flooded to the pre-set sign up spot.
Furiously signing up offspring, and occasionally a non-mothered village orphan.
Giraffe’s heads appeared beside the treetops, sticking out willy-nilly.
Haphazardly, eagles, owls, and songbirds sat among the leafy, sparkly greening branches.
I was smoothly hidden high in the Sycamore tree with a few cardinals.
Jealous zebras began stomping and spitting, thinking they were not going to get their “due”.
Kind mother opossum tried in vain to do a little conflict mediation, wanting unity and peace.
Lackadaisical sloth took a seat in the branch ten feet above my head, making my branch shake.
Maestro Moran, the appointed organizer, a giant Mammoth gave out assigned places.
Newly arriving animals began choosing partners; not realizing band is solitary.
Old Timer Orangutans began donating band equipment they no longer used, mikes too.
Puma is not invited Brother Bear yelled, stating that Puma always caused trouble in night class
Quintessential beaver suggested we give baby Puma a chance and a few agreed.
Raccoons who disagreed began slapping each other upside the head, like the three stooges.
Sh! A few animal mothers began to hiss. Few of us heard them, as they were not loud enough.
Too many were speaking to hear, and animal chaos seemed to be the order of the day.
Unification nowhere in sight, I stayed put, hoping I was fully hidden. The Zebras were still grumbling.
Very intelligent leaders assess things quickly, and Maestro Mammoth was no dummy.
“Walrus, wolf, toad, and beaver will pick out instruments for students first through 6th,” he announced.
“Xylophones for all of the kindergarten students.” Cheers went all around the forest meadow.
Yippee for the music teacher! Someone yelled. I am not sure if it was a wolf or an orangutan.
“Zebra’s choice!” Maestro announced. Band practice had begun!
Life on repeat like a broken CD
Looking in the mirror but it's not me I see
Rinse and repeat that's my life
It's always just pain and strife
No sleep at night making things worse
Insomnia mania is a curse
No sleep is making the days longer
I just wish I could be a bit stronger
Other health issues taking control
But the mental health issues trump them all
Popping pills hoping things change
All its doing is making me feel strange
Every day bleeds into one
Rinse and repeat always on
What's happening is so cruel
The NHS holding me hostage for all to view
Is it sadness or is it madness?
Is it just a complete blackness?
How to move forward when every day is the same
I just know I didn't sign up for this game
Watching TV but don't understand a word
It's just pictures which feel obsured
Can't listen to music , no joy there
The voices come out and cause a scare
Sitting in silence is the only way
I can rest my mind, but not stop the replay
When everything feels so unnatural
My mind and body becomes detachable
I wish this would all now stop
I'm full of emotions I'm going to pop
When all is fixed and right again
Will the real me be let back in the pen?
Life on repeat like a broken CD
When I'm better ill sign a new treaty
One that can perserve inside the mind
One that proves this life is mine
Until that day we're just on repeat
Gotta try to sleep and eat
When the fight is always darkness or light
How do you know which side is right
The final stretch is this week
10 more days of feeling weak
Hopefully soon I will be saved
And that will be the end of this cruel game
Life on repeat like a broken CD
The only one to save me will be me
I crossed over the bridge as it fell down.
Stranded all alone away from my home.
Sadly left stuck on the wrong side of town.
I felt overwhelmed and chilled to the bone.
I chose to cross over what a mistake!
Stranded all alone away from my home.
The bridge in shambles dropped into the lake.
Forcing me to keep on moving ahead.
I chose to cross over what a mistake.
The sign up ahead said land of the dead.
Long skeleton fingers grabbed me by the throat!
Forcing me to keep on moving ahead.
As I was led the skeleton sang a note
"I have me some flesh to add to me frame."
Long skeleton fingers held me by the throat.
From out of the darkness came a blue flame.
A brilliant color still I felt no heat.
"I have me some flesh to add to me frame."
The skeleton had someone for me to meet.
Flames rose from his body into the sky.
A brilliant color still I felt no heat.
"You came to my land I must ask why?"
He waited for me as I tried to speak.
Flames rose from his body into the sky.
"All I wanted was to take a quick peek."
"Now that you've seen it would you like to stay?"
He waited for me as I tried to speak.
I said "no disrespect but the answer's no way.
With that a tremendous city was revealed!
"Now that you've seen it would you like to stay?"
At his feet a great mutitude was kneeled.
With that a tremendous city was revealed.
I crossed over the bridge as it fell down.
It appears I've found the right side of town!
Deb Wilson's Crossing "That Bridge Contest."
Come sign up, they said.
It will be fun. It is wonderful. You will love it.
Two recruiters to my ego fed
Ideas of how great I would be, a perfect fit.
It was the Gulf War, nothing big.
Nothing to worry about.
They laughed when I told them
My mother was in a serious pout.
In and out, they told me.
Naturally we will take care of you, and you will be fine.
They said how smart I was, and gave me a candy bar.
I was comfortable, and signed on the dotted line.
You might get to fly a plane they told me.
You will be revered, given a hero’s welcome home.
I was astounded and astonished,
Could not wait to start, felt great in their imaginary dome.
We were all excited on the plane over.
Some of us had never been on a plane before, me, anyway.
I will never forget my first week in the desert,
Breathing dust, and being out of my league, so far away.
Some of the guys and gals were excited, at first.
I was one of them, ready to do whatever I could.
After a week or two of losing friends and seatmates,
I was ready to go home; lots of others too would.
But we had enlisted, signed up for four years.
Worse yet, they could call us back for ten years after that.
I remembered my phone call to my uncle.
He had been to Viet Nam, and his ideas were pretty phat.
Keep your head down, do your job, and don’t rile anyone.
He told me, friendly fire is a real thing, and feelings get pretty high.
Stay away from confrontations as much as possible,
For many of us here do not want you to die.
The things we see in war as veterans are for our lives alone.
We do not share them with anyone, except each other.
So do not expect to hear the gory details which we all reserve
For our comrade, our bunkmate, and our veteran brother.
What did I do, what Karma is this
Where is the power, the glory, the bliss,
I didn't sign up for this constant pain,
I'm losing my mojo, going insane.
I gave up a bunch, my whole pampered life,
The glittering lights, a model for wife,
A media in love, fans all around,
Success beyond words to truly astound.
The Don was the man, the king of the heap,
The world's superstars in my presence would steep,
Invites and connections too many to count,
Politicians included my patronage tantamount.
My wealth and prestige more radiant than gold,
Everyone buying whatever I sold,
From Casinos to Pageants, Hotels by the score,
Anything Trump they just wanted more.
And now what is this my world full of grind,
My presence and words despised and maligned,
Melania so mad I tiptoe at night,
To then sleep alone, a truly sad sight.
But what my recourse, I've little to say
What I would do, what would I pay
To rewind the clock, swallow my pride,
Stick to my golf and from politics hide.
Too late for all that, I'm in to my neck
Just hoping and praying to avert a train wreck,
History's blunt it favors the winners,
No pity or quarter for ambitious beginners.
So here's the game plan, my only real shot
To well clear my name and wipe out this blot,
Another four years that's what I so need
For me to yet prove that I truly can lead.
And lead I sure will despite that grim bunch,
I'll use my fine guile peppered with hunch
To ram home the point beyond any doubt,
That I am the one with God-given clout.
On the top of the berm
One Canadian soldier stood
His head bowed
Heavily understood
We sign up to do
What the duty ensues
To our flag we obey
Our enemies, we pursue
This tor of abroad
In a distant land
Four lives so free
Leaving families bland
As we awake tomorrow
Knowing of yesterdays gone
We do for the right
For on this world we belong
We are a nation of many
Some days we will scar
Of Canada
Canadians we are
My tribute to the many Canadian soldiers who have fought for not only their
Countries freedom, but to preserve world peace, i bow to the living and fallen.
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Parents so proud four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland in the pre-war days
On their crofts they worked morning till night
Unknown to them then of a future fight
The Germans have invaded a country so free
Poland was taken, the world shaken visually
Britain declares war as our men enlist
To rid the enemy as the fighting shifts
Europe's engulfed in a feverish war
Many are dying to comprehend what for
Four brothers sign up to fight
Soon a mother will pray every night
Campaigns they fight in, these theatres of war
Witnessing horrors never seen before
In their garden at home on the family crofts
Lies a bed of roses with petals so soft
Then one day with a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red in deathly stance
Their mother turns to the gate she looks
Telegram in hand from the postman she took
With trembling hands she opens with care
Upon reading the message in tear laden stare
Their eldest son in Africa was lost
As many many others deaths global cost
Every day as she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom her tomorrow's fear grows.
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