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I left home but you just stayed on my mind
I thought the feeling that you wouldn't return
All the feelings of guilt and trusting he can muster
Oh my darling this proposal of marriage,
I'll take with this diamond stud cluster
I am more in love with you
And I claim to really be more
I'm more in love with you
And visionz
My eyes claim decision
They say there is somethings you can't run from
And it's forcing me to come home
To be with you hun
My darling I love you
Accept my proposal
Kiss me my love come on a little closer
I can't make it with you somewhere
In my heart for believing me now we're apart for you my love I I can honestly see you have to be
With me all the way and in order start
Please come back take care of my heart
More in love with you than I claim to really be
I'm more in love with you as far as my eye can see
8/9/70
Written words by James Edward Lee
We've been having a "Bash Santa" week, but I wrote limericks this morning about Putin breaking his tailbone. So, Tom suggested we have a "Bash Putin" week. Here are three more from me. Please join in bashing that dastardly demon if you wish.
That Evil Putin fell down and hurt his tushy
He swore, "It was one of my bodyguards pushed me!"
Not wanting to be blamed
For he was so ashamed
That he had to change his pants cuz they were gooshy
It was on his darn keister that Putin landed
I'm going to be honest and very candid
He was chasing a skirt
When the scumbag got hurt
While being frisky with her, he was caught red-handed
Now he can't sit in a chair on his derriere
Cuz that lowlife tried to ruin the innocent, Claire
It's his tailbone he broke
His neck I'd like to choke
He's worse than Hitler, the annihilator Herr
Written by Jenna Logan
V. Putin has fallen on his tush
Pity was not in a thorny bush
Put him on a chain gang
Better yet, let him hang
Then let us have in Russia a putsch!
Arrogant Putin's butt is sore
Love this special news, tell us more
The ass is hurtin'
The world is certain
Putin needs to be shown the door.
Written by L. Milton Hankins
Putin is a fascist like Hitler, no doubt
That's what he really is all about
He fell on his a.r.s.e
Emitting methane garse
And learned it's three Reichs you're out!
Putin to his guards was accusatory
So let us embellish on that story
Shoved down from his thrown
Cracked his smug coccyx bone
This tail-ends his self-proclaimed glory
Written by Robert Gorelick
Vlad Putin was dealing with state affairs
On his way back he skidded down the stairs
You could smell the foul gas
Cos' he ruptured his a.s.s
No get well wishes because nobody cares.
He'd fallen over and broke his a.s.s. bone
A guard rushed over when he heard a moan
Hard luck you commie jerk
Cos' it's karma at work
Start praying now for your sins and atone
Written by Tom Cunningham
Grandmother sits in her rocking chair
Views of the World, much clearer from there
Eyes so dim, wiser still in times gone by
Thinking of her marriage challenges
All in the past no sense in worrying
Children left home, marriages of their own
Decisions made, Family visits start
Manners taught have lasted the tests of time
Younger one's at her feet
Grandmother, watching from afar
All around her listen as wise words spoken
Advice cast aside not paying attention
Visits become less frequent, lives of their own
This rocking chair resembles a throne
Days have been plentiful; love abounded each day
Prepared to be on her way, when her name is called
She shall rise on her own, will she be missed?
For a short time, her memory will exist
The rocking chair empty with a life of its own
If you watch carefully, it moves for sure.
Three cups of espresso
I was raring to go
Grabbed the shovel
Out into the snow
Slipped in a hole
Sunk up to my knees
In spite of my gloves
My fingertips freeze
I have the brush
Start swiping at snow
Trying to find
The windshield below
Turn on the car
Let it defrost
Don't drop anything !
'til Spring it'd be lost
Thirty minutes later
I can see my whole car
Start shoveling to the road
Thank God it's not far
Put the car in low gear
Drive forward to the street
Reverse to my spot
Then twice more repeat
My new winter tires
Finally get used
But with two feet of snow
I'm less than amused
The path now is made
I go back inside
Admire my handiwork
With chilly pride
Glad to be off work
On this snowy day
Tomorrow I'll be ready
To just drive away
Hoping that's it
Winter's had its fun
Bring on the Spring !
Bring on the sun !
Our New Year has begun-
it's twenty-twenty-four;
a blank and pristine page
arrived to start anew
or carry from last year
what needs an open stage.
To it, we bring those things
we started in the past
to sort and organize;
revive to make them work.
With fresh design and thought-
rewards will maximize
A brand new slate makes way
to think about old friends
we've missed to stay in touch
on last year's crowded stage;
A Happy New Year greet
would lift their hearts so much.
We pray our brand-new page
is coated with God's grace;
brings health and peace of mind
and helps us to enjoy
our fresh new start this year-
leave worries far behind.
Wha Hoo!
My grandmother was a quiet woman.
She was not the kind, to go out often.
A church picnic, and or a family gathering,
All were just fine.
Yet, her calm demure could be disturbed.
Not easily mind you.
It took just the right … event.
A board game.
2 x 2 marbles and dice,
played with friends,
“Is twice as nice.”
She would comb back her lovely hair.
Pin it close in a bun.
Tight!...
as to not get in the way.
Her best blouse, the one with the pockets…
The one I sewed them on. (by hand when I was seven)
Plenty of room for her cigarettes and matches.
Gather together with Papa and two more,
everyone was ready to start the score.
They would play not a little,
but clear into the night.
It was a good time,
Even…when there was a fight.
Sophie Dog is excited beyond belief
No idea what she has heard, but she is barking like crazy
Sometimes a large truck puts her into this kind of frenzy
The way she runs up the driveway, I am expecting to see
Dracula with a mountain lion chaser, coming to bite my neck
She is gone an extra long time, too long. I start to worry
But she comes running onto the porch from the opposite direction
So I know she has run around the house, and maybe further.
She is by herself. She growls at Shark K. Cat for putting her claws on the glass door.
A motorcycle buzzes up the road. Usually this puts her into berserk mode.
It does not today. She starts drinking water like a colt that has never had a drink.
A Mack truck goes by, and she ignores it too. I cannot outguess this dog today.
To fully celebrate your birthday you must click your phone to off.
So you can have the whole day to do whatever your heart desires.
Oh, did I forget to let you know the phone needs to be locked up?
Far away, so you do not have to worry about answering it at all today?
The ones who love you can leave messages and you can listen to them later.
After you live the day exactly the way you want to live.
After you do everything you ever wanted to do.
Wanted to go kayaking? Today is the day.
Wanted to go water skiing? Today is the day.
Wanted to go white water rafting? Today is the day.
Today is your birthday, a day to celebrate you by being you.
Being your happiest, most joyful, excited, enthusiastic you.
Always wanted to paint a mural? Today is the day.
Always wanted to write a novel? Today is the day.
To start one; it is difficult to finish a novel in one day.
I am not saying it cannot be done.
Okay. What do I know?
Write that novel!
Catch a rainbow trout!
Catch a moonbeam and travel to Mars.
Fly to Never Never Land
Invite the love of your life dancing.
Do not listen to any can’ts, shouldn’t, won’t, or no’s.
Hold up your imaginary stop sign and say
“Listen heart, today is mine!”
Enjoy your birthday my friend.
O'er the undulating prairie where grows soy beans and corn,
Generations of premier basketball players have been born.
The Hoosier State of Indiana, where budding talent is so replete,
Where small towns can conquer titans, shocking them in defeat!
Long before lads and lassies leave the cradle to crawl upon the floor,
Dads have hung a backboard and hoop above every garage door.
Seldom is seen a Hoosier home without this indigenous adornment!
The flame begins early in Indiana, stirring souls with excitement!
Ah! The exuberance builds as high schools begin a brand-new season.
Not to support the hometown team is almost akin to treason!
Creative cheerleaders perfect frenzied gyrations honing their skills.
The marching bands look sharp having perfected intricate drills!
Moms, Dads and coaches take pride in their young men and women,
As they mentor, teach and train them to develop their acumen.
Young warriors opposing each other upon friendly fields of strife,
Strengthen character to meet the challenges facing them in life!
A Canadian invented the game using peach baskets and a soccer ball.
You daren't mention that to a Hoosier fan - you're apt to start a brawl!
But Hoosiers don't bother themselves about that, caring not a whit.
Basketball is an inbred thing in Indiana, everyone is happy to admit!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Written at the request of the Indiana Basketball Hall of Fame, New Castle, Indiana,
for publication in their Winter 2004 publication, "Indiana Basketball History Magazine"
To bring a bit of happiness to my soul
I’ve got to sing along to a little rock n’ roll
Don’t try and tell me it’s all out of date
Elvis is still rocking, Eddie Cochran's' blues were great
When I need to bring rhythm to this body of mine
I listen to the soul of motown it sounds divine
Sweet soul music with a dash of R and B
It brings a smile to my face these classics of history
Just to sweeten up those memories of mine
I’ll play something soft that throws me back in time
Smooching to the music in pure harmony
Takes me to another place romantically
If I want to get funky and really get on down
I put on the Godfather yeah’ James brown
With lots of movements I start to swing
It’s a whole new dance a totally wild thing
Depending on my taste of musical tunes
I'll Play something to ease my musical moods
Because they bring life into my musical soul
I'll stick on that jazz by Nat King Cole
© Copyright KC.Leake
22nd November 2014
All Rights Reserved