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They got married on T.V with all the regalia.
Watched by a camera, somewhere in Australia.
Under the microscope, living false lives.
Women with husbands, and men with wives
Observing as I do through my own little box.
Proves most humans are mental? except Mr Cox.
They cheat and hurt, there’s ninety days of pain.
And the experts advise but never explain.
They have tried to find love in a bar-less zoo.
Forced to have sex and analyse as they do.
It’s all good T,V as long as everyone gets hurt
A nice pay day, but your heart’s the dessert.
Hats off to the experts, who encourage non-stop.
And bravo to the players and narcissists who flop.
Contestant begging to keep their marriages afloat.
And an emotional break down, through a scripted note.
Taking part in a circus so what did they expect?
Some lost their cherries, all lost their self-respect.
Reality telle, watching the pointless squirm on a nail.
Ratings through the roof when their futile lives fail.
Forty two years and I've finally returned
back on the shores of the place I've long yearned.
So what pains of time have corrupted my dream,
where are the things that my memory has seen.
A mixture of people with one common cause
to nurture the freedom once lost in the wars.
To honour the past, but to live for today
and learn from life's struggles as they pass their way.
Penang now has altered, it grown with the times,
with modern and ancient now both intertwined.
Hawkers and Restaurants, Street Stalls and Malls,
the old and the new both now trading as pals.
I miss the old memories, warped now with time
as I now look at skyscrapers all in a line.
I long for the time when life passed by so slow
and wish it was all like I once used to know.
But people deserve all that life has to give
and the past only points to the way we should live.
With pleasure and comfort for all to enjoy
and not simply reserved as a millionaire's toy.
Penang has not altered, it's stayed just the same
with modernization relieving some pain.
It's beaches and gardens still open to all
let's hope that it's commerce is not it's downfall.
Penang's grown so quickly, compared to the rest
that it's old worldly culture is being compressed.
Whilst tourism flourishes, hotels take space,
let's hope that it's culture's not lost in the race.
So what now my feelings some forty years on
of this 'Pearl of the Orient' where life was such fun.
I still feel the warmth of Penang in my heart,
for in who I am now... Penang played the best part.
Ivor G Davies
"your old what do you know"
echoed aloud by generation new.
age is not just a number on a page
but! It`s a feeling-down deep inside
it`s a feeling-that matters
not only to you-but also to me
oh how! these eye`s see different!
oh how! these ears hear different!
oh how! this mind thinks different!
to when they were-brand new.
So-what price do we put on wisdom?
is it-for the experiences gathered
by what these eyes have seen
is it-the knowledge of knowing
that once on a path you
don`t look back to where
you once have been.
yes I`ve made mistakes
but they have been
hard lessons-hard lessons learnt.
Yes-I have regrets.
But-they are very-very few.
so what price do we put on wisdom
I say--it is--oh so priceless.
Vanity upon vanity
This is for the ones
With no soul
The ones so greedy and selfish
The ones that are power intoxicated
The ones heartless
The ones with the symbols of destruction
Remember we are all together
In this big mighty prison
Dont forget you are still
flesh bones and blood
You are never better than the rest
Yes you are not different from evil
The world doesn't belong to you
We are all children of mother earth
So spare me this big plans of yours
Spare us the torture of your lies
You think you are smart cos
You deceiving the world to your enrichment
You forgot you can't live forever
Your story will always be called
at the end of your existence
Vanity upon vanity
Vanity upon vanity
This is for the oppressor
The ones who is the curse of bitterness
The ones who is behind our deformities
The ones that never want the stability
Of humanity
The ones so high without morals
What will it profit you to kill to gain
You have crushed alot of people to
An early grave yard
Too many names are gone just for your existence
How can we qualify evil on our era
So my pen bleeds for this ones
Whose aim never bring peace to our domain
I know you are not God
I understand that you all will die one day
I can see that in a short distance from now
Your shadows will exist no more
So what will be your legacy
Who will cry for this ones
Remember everything you live for
Will leave you one day
And your story will be called
At the end of your existence
Vanity upon vanity
You all have to excuse me a minute, for I have to vent
Due to the fact of someone's ugly little comments
Asking me how I get all this time to write! shouldn’t I be at work?
Well unfortunately a few years back, I got seriously hurt
Sure I would love to have something to do, or somewhere to go everyday
But I’m somewhat how you put it, disabled as they say
And I don’t see where it’s your business that I must justify myself
How is it what I do affect you or anyone else
So what you think I should be doing something for a man of my age
If it bothers you that bad then why are you on my page
Trust me in my life this is not where I would rather be
Life dealt me this fate of disability
So why again is my life cause harm to you
My house is paid for my land and cars are too
My wife works full time and goes to school
My kids are full grown and doing whatever it is that they do
So tell me again why is my life such a problem to you
I see you read what I write almost everyday
And always have some very ugly things to say
For your information I write because this is what I choose to do
As a matter of fact I’ve written a book or two
Now if I have written anything in the pass to bother you at all
Then why is ti everyday you keep clicking on my wall
So what if what I write hit home , I think you still read because you be needing it
cause for some reason you keep clicking on and you keep reading it
I was driving to work on Monday morn
when behind me I heard a honking horn
A guy's middle finger taunted with scorn,
and that's the moment my road rage was born.
Normally, I'd smile and give him a wave
like I hadn't seen the finger he gave,
but this dude continued to misbehave
and almost rammed me. It was a close shave!
Traffic was slow. There must've been a wreck.
We were barely moving along this trek,
as his face turned red, then so did his neck,
but I didn't cause it, so what the heck?
Then every lane came to a complete stop.
He screamed at me on the highway black top.
I opened my door to jab him a pop...
a Mr. Miyagi karate chop!
He lunged at me, with breath smelling of brew
so, I sidestepped boozy punches he threw.
Can't fight a drunk although I came close to
when he gestured again, yelling, "Screw you!!!"
by Suzan Michelle Satchell
God asks for our most cherished gift,
The one we love, the one we protect and treasure best.
The thing our hearts hold closest still —
He asks for that, even though it may be hardest.
He desires the gift we value most assuredly,
The one we would never choose to lose, or give a second thought to give,
The joy, the dream, the love we boast —
That’s the gift He asks us to choose.
For when God gives, He gives His best,
No holding back, no second best.
He gave us Jesus, His only son.
A Father’s heart, His only Son.
He gently formed us from the dust,
Breathed life and purpose into us.
He called us good, He called us loved,
Fearfully made in every way.
So what shall we return to Him,
The One who gave us breath and grace?
Let’s offer all — our love, our best,
Our hearts laid open, face to face.
Hope that when we choose, we choose our best gift.
There was writing in the tiny town, where two legged rats I'd reckon were going round..Selling out a true blue man, alone
And outnumbered, same..Same old plan.'
Maybe an ex-copper lived nearby.' Anyways
A rat , As known to you and I.' Or maybe a
Few.? Quite sad stuff.' Yet now the hue and cry.' And all because he wanted his rights? he had, confronted with reason, and the judge, well he was in a plight ' judge peter
dunn, a real strange one.' And his awfully
Un-lawful actions, and his courthouse based henchmen.' Dezie claimed arrest of the 'judge?' And his crew, who were breaking many laws, must be what they often do.? Officials anger and axiety now
Knew no bounds, before Dezi got his court
Date, to Porepunkah the henchmen, chased him down, ten armed coppers, he
Took out three..One just wounded
Yet Dezi killed the other two..So what with
The rats, and dummys of the people.' Cov-idiots, thats keeping it simple ' I ask for peace, i hear a trickle.? And the killing of Dezi.' No wonder i'm busy.' Searching and
Finding, and making aware.' True
people we need you, come step up
And out of despair.!
Mandy, am I right in thinking you wear a brassiere.
We just call them bra’s, Paul, cuts out the middleman, and as you can see, yes.
Right, is there any chance I could borrow one of your bra’s.
Most guys go for the knickers, why do you want a bra.
I want to put something in it.
That is gross, no wonder Jenny dumped you.
She didn’t dump me for that.
So what is it then, are you obsessed with my breasts.
No, I’m not obsessed with your breasts.
Why not, what’s wrong with them.
Nothing's wrong with them, they’re great.
That is so inappropriate for senior management, I’ve got a good mind to report you.
I want to put a device in your bra, and if the response is what I know it will be, I’ll offer you fifty percent in my new company.
That sounds intriguing, Paul, so what do I have to do.
Just give me one of your bra’s, I’ll put the device in it, you go home and put it on. They’re three settings on it, so start at one and see how you get on.
Should I include Joe in this experiment.
Well, the more feedback, the better.
Next day. So, what’s the feedback.
I put Joe in hospital, that’s the feedback.
What, what the hell did you do.
I put it on setting one, and after a few minutes I felt this tingling sensation, and that just put me in the mood. Then I got Joe into bed and turned it onto setting two. My god, I was demanding sex in every position conceivable, it was fantastic like out of this world, so then I went to position three as I was straddling him on the kitchen table. It sent me mental, I must have scratched and punched him to a pulp, cos he was unconscious when I came round.
Right, so maybe we should get rid of position three.
No, I was thinking we could market position three for S and M clients.
That is a great executive decision, Mandy, I can see this company going from strength to strength.
One thing, Paul, why can’t you put this device in woman’s knickers, would that not work just as well.
It did work just as well, Mandy. I gave a pair to Jenny, and she dumped me two days later with the words. You are now surplus to requirements.
The righteous ones claim justice must be served,
but what exactly do they mean by that;
a conflict in our thoughts that I’ve observed
requires us all to be a diplomat.
While justice from a legal point of view
means what is legislated into law,
but from a moral view we can construe
that social justice overcomes the flaw.
So what are we to make of these demands
for justice by the people in the streets
while holding signs and echoing their stands
as Congress rather gutless keeps their seats.
Perhaps we need to reconcile the rift
between the moral and the legal shift.
December 18,2018