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As life passes on by
The more we try to justify
All the people we greet on the fly
When we meet our minds
Sort out what we want to keep
How we know is when we start to glow
When the right things
Have us going whoa
When everything starts to grow
With a positive flow
We are taking it nice and slow
So we might both know
We won't hit a bottom low
Crazy about you from the word go
Your honest and smart
Not all about the show
I knew this from the very start
I could feel you dancing in my heart
Dreaming about all the best parts
Our paths directed in all the right ways
I have nothing but praise in all that I say
Our friendship as divine as a fine wine
I can't wait until we design
A powerful love that redefines
All the fine lines
That we never want to leave behind
The Lord has given us a sign
I would be a fool to not see how you rule
How everything about you feels old school
I want you in my life
Understand that I am that man
You have in your plan
I know I can be everything you see
And want for you and me
To come live your life as my wife
Where we will become larger than life
Riddled with guilt, riddled with bullets
For crimes committed, societal crimes
The fate of the unwashed masses grasped
The Oliver Twisted twist of the sullied poor
The man who never became a man but a boy
The guilt of being born in the first place
Weighs heavier than the bullets in their case
Filth caked on flesh along the desperate mile
All roads lead to one direction for the dirty
Chance favors the objectivity in these matters
Guns open fire on the ridiculous moment
On the snatched body from the womb
Rain comes to wash away the doomed
To cover the mistake of birth in the first place
A mistake, a person of less interest now
Can rest at last below the willow tree
What is left to sort out is the howling wind
All actions have consequences
All lead to an end without a friend
To the haunted grave at castle town
Below a tree that cries for no one
A child without a name but reputation
Alone with soil as his company for sure
Sullied as it is and not much more
Time to separate all the thoughts and memories my mind has taken in
Sort out the bad from the good, time to create a positive spin
A chance to see where all my thoughts reside and how it has shaped who I am today
If my life was made into a movie what would it have to say
Life is a feature film filled with emotions and full of twists
Opportunities I will look back on and see what I have missed
My mind holds on to everything I have fed it
Moving forward I must fill my brain with positive thoughts to create a perfect fit
Time to drain all the negativity that I may have taken in
I must replace it with waves of happiness and a positive spin
Although I may not be able to change the past
A wonderful rest of my life awaits and the power within me to make it last
She threw me the hurtful look, that bleeding-inside feeling
Fell upon me and the whip lashed well
Across those deep soft parts
That quiver within and dare not show themselves.
I nearly snarled, the need to cool pain by transfer was great,
But then the blackness of the moment
Blinded my soul and filled it with Sad,
Whatever inward strength I had deserted me.
Love, replete with sins of omission,
Keeps count of subtle slights
Stores them in its pantry of poisons
Ready to pour into one another's wounds when wretchedness
Brings the bonding close and sharp.
All the love in the sun is good
Where we want to always be, though we cannot,
For life will not permit this.
The sun casts shadows that follow behind us and threaten;
Better to stand in pairs and face them
To suffer together and learn
Learn to take it all as it comes at us, feel through all the abuse
And grope beyond
To where control depends on us alone
To where no games are played
To where the truth is told plainly, face to face,
To where we love and afflict one another because it is so empty and fearsome
To be alone.
Together we are more than one, less than two, stronger than all.
Lash went the whip and the pain burnt clear
Why such a ritual must be followed is not for reason to sort out
For the Fates have tied our lives together and we must walk as one
With the heart of each in the other's hand,
Knowing love to be a thing of fear, anger and confusion
Quite thoroughly mixed with joy.
So strike out and savor the hurt that flows in the bad times,
That it may teach us what we need to know about the good times,
For those good times tell us what we need to know about ourselves.
My love for you is too great to be put off by pain.
Come along my dear, let's step back into our private world,
Ready to go at it again.
I can remember hunting with my Dad
From the time I was a young lad
It never makes me sad
Everything about my Dad
Was very rad I'm just glad
I have the memories of Dad and me
I remember the many faces
All the many places
That helps me sort out all of the many cases
I see in those memories that were him and me
As I pick up on the many traces
Of the good old days that embraces
The wide open spaces
When I was still young in my ways
He molded the man that lives through me
Only then can we begin to see
How much good stuff he instills into me
It's easy to see why my Dad was so close to me
Dad had brought me up with social graces
Always taking me off to the races
Now I really wouldn't have been mad
If I didn't have a dad that was so rad
Then I would be lost without any bases
To make a case my dad's heart was in the right place
He taught me the workplace is important
To make good relations that leads to vacations
My memories are so real as they make me feel
Like my life is a really big deal
Of the values And morals, he instilled in me
Our family is stronger than the wheel
They would never turn their back on me
So my life has turned out to be
What every Dad should see
The harmony of memories of dad
When I was just a lad
That makes me so glad
I had such a great Dad
Disappointed she bends on her knees
Ears shut, not to catch his brutal words anymore
Spilling her painful tears on the floor
Desperately prays for her dilemma to freeze!
Mind recollects.....
Soon after her wedding ceremony
Life started pedalling her emotions strangely
Darkness had swallowed her insanely;
And lamely egressed her love harmony.
He thwarted her from achieving goals
Surrendering to his orders,
She feared to cross borders
Neither sneaked out for short strolls.
Will she opt for a mutual divorce?
Unable to bear the impact of desertion
How long can she survive with no affection?
Unhealthy relationship might not reinforce;
She needs to sort out
As this is utter ridiculous
Being very meticulous
With a well planned route ..!
Billy Carts and Marbles
Yes, we all played marbles when we were just kids,
Had a big ‘Tom Bowler’ and a bag full of migs.
Held onto your marble with fingers and thumb
No fudging allowed, and your eye was the plumb.
Picked out your opponent and stayed on the line,
Connect with a’ kisser’ that marbles now mine.
I also had swappies, a hand full of cards
Would take them to school and start bargaining hard.
I ‘ll swap you this one, if you swap me that
Get a pair or a set, so long as they matched.
We all had so many by end of the day
Then sort out our stacks, or just put them away.
Outside we played hopscotch, a tor we would find
Drew lines on the concrete, or dirt, did not mind.
Throw into the big squares then, hop up and down
On one leg, but out, if your foot touched the ground,
Or stood on the lines so we learned how to leap
Right into the square, not just fall in a heap.
A Billy cart made from old pram wheels and wood
Collected from tips, we brought home what we could.
With rope we would tie on, to steer the front wheels
Attached to the T Bar, would brake with your heels.
Then, down the big hill we would really fly fast
But if one just fell off, all have a good laugh.
On wet days we stayed in and played our board games
Tiddly Winks or Ludo, the boys had their trains.
But often outside in our gumboots would go
To play in the rain or built men in the snow.
For hours in raincoats all riding our bikes,
But if it was windy, released our stringed kites.
A skipping rope featured, also a big hoop
Even boys had a go when we looped the loop.
Kiss-Chasey when older, to catch out the one
A peck on the cheek, oh what innocent fun.
Our days filled with something, “I’m bored” never said
Up early each morning, then early too bed.
That bush school I went to, my memories still dwell
The Three R’s we learnt there, plus we all could spell.
At school Monday morning, the flag we would raise
Sing ‘God Save the Queen’ with respect would we praise.
Oh yes, I remember with fondness recall
Those days of my childhood; how we had it all.
Christine ©
I received an exciting soup mail
I’m minted, with wealth off the scale
But I know it’s a fraud
By some bloke from abroad
These fraudster’s should be put in jail
Got a call from a ‘Microsoft’ guy*
His fake story I did not buy
Said he’d turn off my ‘puter
And re-route my router
He told me just lie after lie
These scammers just want a quick buck
They try to find a sitting duck
They’re after our money
It sure isn’t funny
Their unscrupulous actions just suck
We have had several calls from 'Microsoft' saying our computer is at risk and they can help protect us ... I just put the phone down on them. Unfortunately an elderly friend of ours got taken in by their persistence and when it got to the you need to give us your bank account details part he realised it was a scam and wouldn't give his details but he had inadvertently given them access to remote control his PC and they put a password on it so he couldn't get into his files. It took my hubby several hours to sort out, remove the software programme they were using to control the PC and get the computer back to him so he could use it.
7/7/18
Have you ever noticed, how things come in parts,
distribution, to the lonely hearts.
Our lives, lived by the pieces we contain,
as thoughts pour in faster, than our bleeding brains.
Here’s a part, there’s a part, gather them up you see,
trying to fit them together, to make you and me.
Parts and pieces, scattered like the sands,
we gather what will fit in our hands.
We hope we have what it takes, to make it through our day,
and yet we lose pieces of us along our very way.
Who could know, who can tell, just what parts are you,
is it not written, in those thing’s we do.
what’s your part, what’s my part, aren’t they all the same,
the only part of difference we have, is written in our name.
If we put our parts together, what you suppose we would make,
would we have all the parts that it would take.
No things only come in parts, for us to sort out,
in these words, I leave no room for doubt.
As we build each day, with the parts we have, you see,
waiting for the next parts to finish you and me.
When our part is over, we become complete,
no more in this life, do we have to compete.
Decisions that we make every day will shape our future to come
So many thoughts float around in our heads, we need to sort out the ones to pick from
When you get up in the morning you need to decide what to wear
Always a challenge to get the children ready for school and the little ones to daycare
That big meeting this afternoon I still need to get ready for
A magnitude of issues to decide on or at least explore
The old car is in dire need of repair, something needs to be done
Time to buy a new vehicle, but the cost has left us stunned
I need to pick up Pizzas for dinner tonight, but no one knows what kind I should get
Will my decision make everyone happy , Probably not what do you want to bet One thing for sure later tonight I am going to put my feet up and relax
One decision that is make for me every year, time to file my income tax