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There should be an idle Olympics,
one where you don't cycle or run,
and instead of diving, there's synchronised skiving
where teams of four get nothing done.
A training camp for doing little
would certainly pick up my vote,
full of amateur loafers sprawled out on the sofas
not caring about where's the remote.
Gold medals for staring at ceilings
that have needed repainting for years,
a silver for shirking, a bronze for not working
with an audience too idle to cheer.
No sports fitness coaches to nag you,
or physios to massage your joints,
starting gun's in the drawer
should you need it- what for?
As we all shrug, and say 'what's the point?'
I'll put my name down for team GB,
her indoors says 'you've nothing to prove,
you're already a winner' as she makes my dinner
and I can't be bothered to move.
If the first day is any indication…I can feel it in my heart
2026 is off to a wonderful start.
It began quite beautifully as we awoke…to a sight that makes all lovers swoon.
there in the ebony sky was a waxing gibbous moon.
Her moonlight lit up the clouds stretching far and wide…
just before she smiled, waved then descended down the mountain side.
It has been our tradition in Florida…a treat for our heart and eyes
to watch the sunset over the ocean New Years Eve
then New Years Day go out and watch her rise.
And up in the mountains of North Carolina with the new year about to arrive
we wanted to ensure we kept our New Years tradition alive.
The sunset was easy…all we had to do was open our back door…
but according to Google its 450 miles to the nearest ocean shore…
Deciding against the 7-8 hour drive that it would take
we decided to watch the sunrise 15 minutes away…
in Junaluska over her lake.
So we bundled up and prepared ourselves for the January freeze…
which was smart because the temperature at the lake was 27 degrees.
We waited by the water watching the clouds changing colors
as across the sky they’d snake…
We watched contrails light up the sky as geese swam across the lake.
But when the sun peeked over the mountain…her light both bright and bold
we decided it was worth the wait…standing in the cold.
So our tradition was complete…a treat for our 73 year old eyes
We watched the sunset on 2025 and on the first day of 2026
we watched that same sun rise.
When it was time to head back to our cabin…once we got in the car to go
Stevie Wonder’s ‘I Just Called To Say I Love You’ was playing on the radio.
A sunset, a gibbous moon, a sunrise…and Stevie Wonder ringing in our ears…
Yes, 2026 has all the earmarks to be a wonderful year.
Emma, it was 2020. You get on the Watford train, platform one to four
I don't even know when it was, the track was rapidly receding, gone
The desire to have you be known and close to you in the car, maybe there,
Your anarchic being hesitatingly collapsed into my soul and into my mind.
Two dry flowers, only the past, Welsh Harp's imprint, imagination in me, it's home
Life says you're blooming, and that makes me happy. I love you and get a lot of honor.
What awaits me awaits you, but don't be spoiled, your twilight giggles dryly, will be off
It's getting dark, but you don't see it. The disk of sunlight shines darkly on you,
Where you are, I'm never there anymore, I'm moving on, I'm dead without a body, an empty tomb.
I don't need anyone or anything from this world, just my wine glass winking at me,
Advice for me, but wine is what fills me with all that I still have hope for.
My soul is closed and confused, my mind is nauseous, and I'm looking for a new one. Come on
The world is now empty and dead to me. Let me end here and for
But I never said anything but that I loved you. I'll stake my life against your death, mine flow
This is what I want; live without me, and let your fate be exalted, your companion forever forgotten, still
So that you can go on in life without him, hope, and maybe love. But with him.
June 13, 2022
Life is war
Life is war....
we go to battle every single day,
feeling more and more like castaways,
in this ever churning sea
Oh, oh, life is war....
with each new day bringing calamity,
this world keeps messing with our sanity
till we can't take anymore
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
Life is war...
Lost and stranded in a mental maze
Strafing bullets through the purple haze
letting in a ray of sun
Oh, oh, Life is war...
wondering if this is what's meant to be
or is there changing one's own destiny
to bring joy to everyone
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
Life is war...
We're surrounded by our enemies,
back to back we fight while on our knees,
as we pray for better days
Oh, oh, Life is war...
we stumble on through each catastrophe,
trying to find joy in the misery,
as we try to find our way
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
yes, love soldiers on
yes, love soldiers on
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
November 09,2019
Dear Lord. I know that every day has 24 hours blessed with sun, moon, and stars. Yet, every day, many people barely survive and others who starve
I know that every Christmas many will buy, buy, and buy; many will give, give, and give. Yet millions will be penniless, familyless, homeless; many will
beg, hoping only just to live. I know that our world brings joy and grief, cold
and heat, sowers and reapers, sorrow and pain. Yet there are those among us
who are careless, heartless, and live daily only to cheat and to gain. The
destructive forces of nature do not know the difference between Christmas and
other days. For lack of heat, hurricanes might cease, but will not halt at the site of our stop signs or even delay.
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Dear Father God, realizing all these things are true and that neither I nor my fellow humans are any match for Mother Nature, please grant Planet Earth
this Christmas Season a season free of massive and destructive earthquakes like the one in Haiti a few years ago. Let any small earthquakes that might
occur not be strong enough to trigger a large tsunami like the one in Indonesia a few years ago. Let your comfort and peace surround those in California who
have lost so much. Many escaped the fire only with the clothes on their backs, not to mention their lost loved ones. The sister of a friend in our church
perished in the Paradise fire. By the way Lord, I thank you for the rain that came to my region in Northern California about two hours ago. And Oh Dear
Lord, as you very well know, time will not allow so great a list of terrorizing
perils. There have been countless devastations the world over. My Heavenly
Father, I will not ask for more at this time; and I ask these things in the Name of your Son Jesus Christ. Amen.
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There I want a place
I am in need of a place
Where peace rules with love
I am in search of an exit
To go out from this nasty hell
I am in prayer for a womb
To reborn in the land of love
I am longing for a dawn
thick darkness of ignorance to dispel
I am in the thoughts of my own
To have a place by my Lord
May be there are some sinners
May be there are some evils
My Father will forgive them
He has to come and change
The entire lives of this land
His arrival should not be too far
His appearance should not be kept secret
There I want a place with my Father
A hush a bye lullaby
There she is a baby so homley,
Cradled, cuddled all cozy,
It's 3am but I"m not lonely,
As I rock my cutie so closely,
Humming hush a bye to my beautiful baby,
What a flawless creation,
Utter pure perfection,
You smell sweet like honey,
Smiles cheeky but so lovely,
Such radient rosie cheeks to behold,
An angelic gift greater than gold,
A true blessing I've been bestowed,
I'm a Mommy with my bundle of joy to hold,
Hush a bye baby,
Mommy's a very lucky lady,
To have her lovely little lady,
Even at 3am when you"re being a cry baby.
Lots of love Auntie Sarah xx 21/02/23
There was a time when fire was sacred
We used it to cook, to warm, to speak to the dark together.
Now that same fire circles the world in silence
Sleeping beneath oceans of space
Dreaming of command... each nation whispering ‘safety’
Yet forgetting warmth forever.
We touch the flame again...
To prove we can still... feel
The race is not between nations; it is between consciousness
Silencing collapsing under booted heel.
___*___
When meaning fades, spectacle takes its place
Screens hum, elders vanish, stories thin to noise, leaving little trace.
Yet one ember still glows... The will to Pause, to care.
Or, must we go back again on a tyrant’s dare.
Light is not lost; it only waits for hands that remember…
Before the next siren, the next test, the next flame... bursting from embers.
Stop… Remember what first fire was for…
Then light your life for warmth again
As better learnèd men.
When God first made the man He said, "What have I done?"
"He just sits there all alone. He's not having any fun.
I want all My creatures to enjoy their life.
I know what I'll do, I'll create him a wife.
So God set to work and He put him to sleep;
And as he slumbered The Lord dug down deep.
From his heart at the center He took the first part;
"She'll be filled with emotion, she will be his heart;
The thing in this world that he loves the most.
He'll love her and keep her, in her will he boast."
From under his arm He next took a rib;
From a place in his side, near the lungs where it hid,
Protected from harm and the wind and the rain.
"He'll lean on her should he come up lame;
For she is his helpmate , companion for him.
When he's tired or sad, she'll comfort him."
When Adam awoke and saw her at his side,
He smiled as God told him, "Here is your bride."
"She's the prettiest thing that I've ever seen;
But it's funny, you know, of a sudden it seems,
I can no longer stand so I better sit down.
She can get what I need, it's good she's around.
I am the writer that you think I am
Sad words written on a lonely page sporadically through a sleepless night
Alike to
Tasty words poored out like savored wine that was aged for the same occasion
I don't like to drink alone
Cheers
I write to do battle with my demons
Like an army collapsing upon itself fighting for power
The speeches given by the soldiers in my head are screamed the loudest
But those angry words fall to the ground
And they are trampled on
Back space or crumple
It's a civil war that needed to be fought
When I write I find myself
I look amongst the ruins, focusing only on the first fire I need to survive the night
Slim hope made fat by a narcissitic design
And I am warm
I write because I believe that even the human race in itself was a heart felt expression
All of us have a spark of life more valuable then the flesh and bones around us
The sun, the moon and the stars
The waters, the food we eat, and the air we breathe were all made to cradle this creation of me
Of you
And we are a creative species ourselves
Gravity is not a prison
But where else would we go?
Telescopes as far as the robotic eye can see!
And have we seen a better more beautiful world?
We go to the moon and even send machines to Mars
We bring back rocks as dead as the blackness that goes on forever
It makes me think we are favored here
On earth a vibrant sun is rising non-stop
A flower blooming with only hints to the growing masterpiece
The sun is setting somewhere else upon calm waters
A bird has sensed it is his last flight south
And time slows down
The season greets him with open doors that never close
He feels every feather he ever had and remembers everything he ever saw
He leaves with a song on his lips that still gets sung to the first dawn that finds him missing
I write because I can take the world and see what I want to see
All across the surface of this place there are many spheres of life
For every set of eyes that digest the same one
There is different music to every ear that interprets the same song
And a differrent ground to walk on for every foot that treads the same path
It is true a picture can say a thousand words,
But I still want to say them
And so I write