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Come on , come on happy new year come on with all yours glory
in the new morn; Come on in this dawn to welfare us fairy.
We endured a lot of tears in this year in the country
stop the war please be aware; we suffered a plenty
to fight against Corona silently.
In the era and the flows of pain, we have taken the hard promise
we will not keep us in quarantine in way to earn to living and to do those and these.
Come on by spreading your glimpse towards everywhere, soon to meet with us
come to our door, we are excited, we will receive you gladly as such.
All are intoxicated here, we are spending each and every moment under sabotage
casting with the black shadow and come to our endurance at the edge.
Today moms are repenting at the door for her loving son
helpless, she has been abandoned and her son has gone.
None is there to stretch hands to lift her in the boat
no, no, the nest has broken down; nothing to earn but shout.
Grief overwhelmed and the trumpets of war are ringing and resonating everywhere
children and the common people are staining with blood each and everyday there.
No hopes can we see in worship, the vessels are empty
be a savior to destruct the evils and to establish peace a plenty.
Please be a savior, be a savior, be a savior to escape us from such an insanity.
Come on , come on happy new year come on with all yours glory
in the new morn; Come on in this dawn
to welfare us fairy.
If venting and throwing sicks
and stones is the only thing
That turns you on and what you
can get your kicks from
And you accept or haven't come
to the realisation or conclusion
You think you may indeed need
help the plobem lies in you not
them
Then thinking i spending time
with you to gather up the biggest
sticks and stone's to cast at me
Through though pious of heart
it will not defend or shield against
the harm you wish to cause and
impart upon me
Because as a happy person wishes
only to help and make an unhappy
person feel much like themself
So to does an unhappy person wish
a happy person feel unappy as
they are
Same theory in essence just miles apart whence it comes to there
own individual different versions
of what joy means to them
The good innocently only wish
to help those unfortunate less
well off and are blind to understand
Why they would ever be open up
to be taken advantage of by those
they are only trying to help
It's crass to say but when someone
you are trying to help reverts to type
And the inevitable eventually
happens just remember
It's never personal though it
may appear to you where as
those you are trying to help
Unfortunately most see you as nothing
more than your generosity a safe
sort target to prey upon and exploit
Barred and estranged from every
friend and crossing family
doorstep and entering the last
saloon in town
Until every outreach and
cry for help was given up
on and lost
And relationship damaged
irrevocably
Just remember though bones
may heal by themselves
Words leave deep emotional scars
that though we may choose to
put to one's side and hide
Can be brought up at a seconds
notice and bring the past back
into the present
Should bear the warning although
naturally and altruistic helping other's
out may seem
Charity begins and starts at home
and they alone can rebuild the
bridge they burnt down
and so to it's up to them
Should they wish to repair it
in order to find their way back
home
Can I borrow your pliers?
As I really want to rid myself of this ring in my nose,
How it got there nobody knows.
I am being led to places I don't want to go,
And my brain is starting to slow,
My immunity is dangerously low.
My computer is no help,
You can hear me yelp,
As I feel it gives me less control than a piece of kelp.
My chain is constantly being yanked,
By those paid to see me, pranked,
My chain preventing me from seeing them thanked.
My family are even worse off than me,
I need to tie them to a tree,
To prevent them going on a spending spree.
Can I please borrow your pliers?
So I can go to places and sites,
To find more than just fakes.
Spending her birthday upon such a wonderful ship at sea.
The six-year-old was as happy as she could possibly be.
Her dad had bought her a wonderful doll with golden hair.
She was delighted and took her new doll everywhere.
The waiters in the main dining room even gave it a chair.
All knew the lovely doll was hers, as she carried it around.
A happier more fun-loving child, you wouldn’t have found.
Somehow panic set out among people and crew on the ship.
Mother said to run with her to the deck, be careful not to trip.
The floor was wet, she held tight so she would not slip.
On the deck some were crying, and the band was playing.
Confusing to a six-year-old, close to Mother, she was staying.
Where is Father, and where is my doll? She began to cry.
“I must go back and find her.” Mother wouldn’t let her, but “Why?”
“Please mother let me get my doll” Sorry child I must deny.”
They were pushed into a small boat and lowered into the sea.
Looking back at the ship she saw Father waving goodbye sadly.
Mother said he would look after her doll until they met again.
As the big ship went out of sight, she looked for Father in vain.
No doll replaced the one lost. The name Titanic brought distain.
When I was a child,
people always smiled
and asked,
"What will you become?"
I never paused to think.
Some days I wanted to be a pilot,
some days a scientist,
and sometimes,
I just wanted to make my parents proud.
Back then,
dreams were easy.
Growing up
made them heavier.
Now I sit
in a college classroom,
surrounded by new faces,
new books,
and a future
that no one can predict.
Some friends already
know where they're going.
I still feel
like I'm finding my way.
There are nights
when I stare at the ceiling
long after everyone is asleep.
Not because I don't want to study,
but because I wonder—
Will there be a place for me?
Will all these years
be enough?
I look at my parents.
They never complain.
But I notice
how they think twice
before spending money.
I notice
how tired they look
after a long day.
That is why
I cannot afford
to stop trying.
Life isn't as simple
as I once believed.
Dreams don't arrive
the moment we deserve them.
Sometimes
they make us wait.
Sometimes
they test
how badly we want them.
Still,
every morning,
I pick up my bag,
walk into class,
and begin again.
Not because
I know I'll succeed.
But because
I want to give myself
a chance.
Maybe I won't
change the whole country.
Maybe I won't
be remembered
by everyone.
But if one day
my parents smile
because of something I achieved,
if one child
looks at my journey
and believes
they can keep going too,
then my life
will have meant something.
Until then,
I'll keep learning.
I'll keep failing.
I'll keep getting back up.
Because sometimes,
hope isn't a loud speech.
Sometimes,
hope is simply
showing up
one more day.
I am reliving June 29th, 2014, a warm, happy day.
Four of my grandchildren are here, spending a week.
They are each in a garbage can filled with water shooting each other
with water pistols, and especially loving that they can shoot me.
I am grandma, and this is Cousin’s Camp. Rules are out the window.
We have been outside, running around screaming and laughing.
Cali and Molly are ten and almost nine. Jack and Tony are both seven.
We run in to grab up multi colored popsicles; the dog pounces ahead.
Grandpa hides in office; a dark room, secure with his ten video screens.
Everyone is happy, enthusiastic about the possibilities of this week.
My grandchildren decide to make a list of all the things they want to do.
Boys are shouting ideas, but the more assertive girls have their own.
Girls are the writers, so their ideas are going on first. I relish this week.
Knowing that I will have few days this joyful and merry again in my life.
I am grateful, angel of death, you allowed me to relive this day.
Thank you! I loved seeing the last thing on their list too.
Spray Grandma with the hose.
A weary way-fairer all lost in wood
One dark night fending for food fell in well—
Unused and dry— it left him fate to brood,
But clutched on still to Banyan roots that fell
Into well, half awake hanging midway,
Spending the whole night praying for a ray
Of hope, precariously suspended;
And dreamt he was lifted out, not yet dead.
In trying times, as sole lifelines from blue,
He wondered: what man would without dreams do.
Never in life had he dreamt for dawn more,
Which when came, came to spell disaster—
There growled at the well's mouth a mighty tiger,
Greedy that stared, hunger writ all over;
His only chance now was to go deep down,
Hanging for life, letting the danger go,
But no, he heard a python hissing— brown
And big, tongue twirling, ready to swallow,
Lifeline-like roots beginning to give in,
When destiny frowns, one’s luck too gets lean!
But when his faint vision began to blur,
And tired brain lost of starch to think,
He felt a cooling, sticky little stir,
Dripping from nose to lips, slowly to slink
Down to his mouth; but how, how can it be?
A few drops of heavenly sent honey!
Above, he saw a bear seated aplomb
A tree, grabbing on to a honey comb!
Maybe, his grave fears on fate were not fair,
Life after all has fair for all to spare.
Well, waiting he was his life’s dawn to be,
Hoping, those hungry mouths would go away,
Waiting now for a few drops of honey—
What looked like an eon— that half night's play!
And it dawned to him: life nigh like that is—
No more than just a few licks to relish
With hitches, glitches, catches everywhere,
And yet, freedom still smiles, to us that tells:
In life, plights come with pleasure, how so bare,
Wisdom's to weigh: how long to wait in wells!
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This poem is allegorical on life's long journey, which by and large littered is with agony, with a few drops of honey thrown in by destiny here and there. Man lives amid hopes of better times.
Reflections | 03.01.12 |
Mojubjub knew that the Corcoran tree
Was tall and comely and fair to see.
Yet all the worms in the House of Owls
Could not move; for Mojubjub’s scowls
Brought a score of ladies and their Pekinese,
Only to hear Mojubjub sneeze.
His mother said we shouldn’t mind;
For, after all, he is so kind
He gave to the princess who slept on a pea
A bouquet of roses and fleur-de-lis
To let her know there was nothing to dread
From spending a night in the House of the Dead.
And all the flowers on the Corcoran tree
Bent low to kiss Mojubjub’s knee.
While in the walls of the House of Owls
The worms stood still and heard the howls
Of a thousand manacled Pekinese,
Tortured by thousands of manicured fleas.
She's Wet VII Continued
When she gives a cough or a sneeze
Some wee trickles down past her knees
Her knickers are damp
She smells like a tramp
Dashing home so nobody sees
Written by Jan
Inspired by Arthur
Continued by Mystic Rose
She does a little peepee in the bowl
Voiding her bladder is her only goal
Then out comes a fart
Fresh and a la carte
Followed by a turd down the hole!
Continued by Sey
A sigh of relief she wipes her red rear
as the monstrous turd starts to disappear
much to her surprise
it has too much size
and shoots out and hits her left ear
Continued by Steve
Dear lady of the house please don't send me to hell
I know it would get rid of that awful smell
But I have an idea for some fantastic cons
I will be a banker in stocks and bonds
And should I fail and the flush you administer
I will pop out downstream and become a Prime Minister
Continued by Nonsense Alley
Get antibacterial Wet -Ones!
Use plenty for cleaning those soiled buns
Got turd in the ear?
Please! Have little fear.
Buy Wet-Ones for poop- ear ala runs.
Continued by Kimberly
Good gracious this lim'ricks a foul one!
With peepee, a fart and a brown one
Now all has been voided
Smell can't be avoided
So snap on that clothes pin for more fun!
Continued by Eve
Oh! Dear! I guess I am going to have to get some
Depends custom
made,this is just happening too often
and I’m losing too many of my good chosen
underwear in the garbage can at Wal-mart and spending a fortune
Another spanking new day has begun
Filled with exciting things to do
Like shopping and spending piles of dough
I'm sure it applies to you
It's the way of the world, it's how it works
No one said it would be easy
Just look up yonder at that fiery red ball
Today will be bright and breezy
All is copacetic, everything seems fine
Copacetic as it's meant to be
Have I ever lied to you before my friends
My trustfulness is guaranteed
Okay, not every day will be a winner
But ten outta of ten ain't bad
Smile at the world, it will surely smile back
I have nothing more to add