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Putin said he wouldn't invade, but then he's known for his lies
So when he sent in his murdering scum, it came as no surprise
It will go down in the annals of history, as Putin's great blunder
And if anything it's united Ukraine, and not tore it asunder.
American President Joe Biden has now found a way
To make that despicable war criminal, Vlad Putin pay
To Ukraine he's sending lethal predator, and reaper drones
That will help to build stocks of dog food, of Russian bones.
Russian soldiers are not human from what we have seen
You've read and seen the evidence, so you know what I mean
They're gutless and have yellow streaks all down their backs
And scurry down to the sewers when Ukraine counter attacks.
Russians fire from a distance and let their lethal missiles fly
At hospitals, nurseries and any innocent civilians passing by
They only kill unarmed men, women and children, who pose no threat
But Russia, the civilised world is watching and we will not forget.
Red flags are what the Russians are using, to justify a crime
But the world is not stupid and it can see through the grime
A Russian town on the border was shelled so they could blame Ukraine
Then used it as an excuse to inflict, more misery and pain.
Every Despot who commits war crimes will always pay the price
Putin the war dog will be put down, Ukraine will not think twice
He'll have to surround himself with thugs and be lucky every day
But an avenger will only have to strike lucky once, to make Putin pay.
No tears were shed when he lost his flagship, in the black sea
It is one lethal weapon less to use, against that war torn country
The west thought sanctions alone would bring this war to an end
But it hasn't really worked, so more arms the west must send.
The battle for the Eastern Donbas region is well underway
And for those brave Ukrainian defenders, we must all pray
They're fighting to defend their freedom and sovereignty
But only military aid from the West will ensure their victory.
The horrific scenes we've seen on the news of towns reduced to rubble
Are because Putin knows he's not winning and that he's in trouble
At his forthcoming military parade, he's hoping to announce a victory
But if he was an honest man he'd tell his country, that he's failed miserably.
Written on 20th April 2022
One thing I must know before we go any further than this
Words that must be sealed with a true kiss..
That when you leave and leave you must..
sorry-This is turning to more than lust:
I ask you to leave a whisper in my ear
An ending to this chapter,No sequel I fear.
You didn't know I was awake when you slipped away
I'm sorry you must leave
''don't go''''please stay''
No words of this nature may I say.
''Nor bring me any sense of senseless self''
They get to close and with this I can not permit
Memories of the faded face lingering
Thoughts I can not forget.....
I could feel her breath upon my neck as she left me a memory;
One that is fading tonight
This- just one reason that I must write.
Should have I pushed,pulled,fought for what I believed to be mine
or continue to 'sleep' pretending tomorrow would be just f.i.n.e.
This time wasn't like the others
that voice could be my muse's muse
I kept my silence silent,something I've begun to abuse.
- If you feel your soul screaming at you with advice
Do not hesitate,prolong,ponder-Never think twice-
For in that time,your moment may have left,just dew,mist,simply gone
Grasping for something tangible''hoping ear shall prolong''
Just leave a whisper so memories I will have to nourish a smile,it too needs help
to be seen every once in awhile.
Memory I do have,not of sight but sound.A beautiful whisper,
A reminder to make life a little more profound.
Once upon a time there lived,
A beautiful girl and a man she loved.
So true was such their love,
There wasn't anyone who disapproved.
It had been love at first sight,
A fairy tale since that day.
The maiden had found the man of her dreams,
No one else needed to have a say.
They had done it all,
Candlelight dinners, shyly holding hands,
Kissing in the rain, dancing around trees,
Leaving intertwined footprints on white sands.
But it wasn't just another love story,
It was uniquely special like every other one.
They had eyes for no other but one another,
The best part of their lives had just begun.
They traveled around the world,
And she kissed her man at the seven wonders each.
People would smile at the storybook couple,
As they counted stars standing on a beach.
With her, he was the man he wished to be,
The one who wouldn't think twice,
About pulling her up to dance in a crowded train,
He'd protect her, keep her happy at any price.
He'd see through her weak smile,
All the way to the tears inside,
He'd whisper sweet things in her ear,
Hold her till all the tears dried.
Though they did have a fair share of problems,
They always came together again,
No matter what happened,
Like raindrops on a window pane.
On a rainy day, she had sat waiting,
Wondering about the surprise he had promised,
But he never came,
For the winds of fate had suddenly changed.
Five years after that day, she found herself alone,
Sitting on the porch, counting stars on her own,
As she recalled the day he had been taken from her,
'An unfortunate accident' on the next the papers had shown.
She hadn't cried on the phone, she hadn't cried on the way,
She didn't even cry when she had to identify him,
Not a single tear or a heartrending sob.
She just stared ahead with an expression so grim.
It was only when she had received his belongings,
The remnants of his last minutes, did she react.
She screamt and cried, laughed and wailed,
For among others, was a diamond ring beautifully packed.
His surprise, the laughter in his voice,
The excitement, the secrecy of the evening.
He had been right, it had left her breathless,
But he wasn't there to see the sorrow it did bring.
Even now her eyes brimmed with tears,
As she looked at the ring as it sparkled,
And thought of that time when there lived,
A beautiful girl and a man she loved.
- Miliya Parveen
Life is possibility
there are broad horizons out there for us all if only we will look
If children don’t succeed they try again or try something else –
life is about finding who we are, what our purpose is, and where our talents lay…
Just because we are not happy with something now
does not mean tomorrow will not bring brighter horizons
Get out and follow the rainbow of opportunity
its spectrum of options are numerous in number and variety
Look top your heart and minds desires and work with it
A potter will work with a piece of clay, take it and mold it
Squash it, slip it, turn - carve - colour - glaze and cook it
In attempt to master the minds perfection
We do not always get it right
but there is little that cannot be scrapped and redone
before too far down the path and then re-do
There is nothing to say if we become lost to our first desires
that in looking for others we shall not find where we should be at
or what it is we should be doing
Too many of yester-years children have grown up
to thinking they have no place within our society
they have become lost to lack of jobs
they are skilled and talented in own direction
as humans they bring chance to our world with new skills
those that are being lost through continual rejection
Each of us has personal pot of gold to find
not always is this financial but one that makes us feel needed
Each of us should be encouraging
so many live miles from home families divided miles apart
Community is individuality here and yet we need pull back together
for in doing so we will know each others needs to support
When the efforts of others become unrecognised
We can lose that which is vital to having the skills needed
for tomorrow or future years
Pulling together now and offering needed skills to fit in
An hour or two’s experience in an alternatve can keep us in touch with one another
I was always taught that none of us know what will happen to us in years ahead
Sowing seeds now could help us grow or keep us going then
Think twice because times are changing
Those latter years of our lives could perhaps see us working retirements
With those we helped along the way over us instead
Teach them what you know and they’ll remember
Maybe helping you in your struggles or perhaps retraining
Karma comes around as it goes around, make yours good!
I catch you looking at me from time to time
Every time I catch you
You turn your head quickly acting like you were never looking my way
Well you ain't fooling me boy I know your looking at me
all I want to know is
Why you looking at me then acting like your not?
When I catch you looking at me from time to time
Tell me something boy are you just really shy?
Are you playing games with my head?
If your just shy don't be
I'm looking your way too
So make your move
But if your playing games with my head
you better stop and think twice
about what your trying to do to me
because
your never gonna win
your never gonna win
your never gonna tear this girls heart apart
I catch you
I catch you looking at me from time to time
Finally I got sick and tired of you
looking my way
and not making your move
SO I approached you and asked you
Why you keep looking at me?
You said
"I don't know what your talking about I'm not looking at you"
then you turned around and walked away form em
Even though you said
"your not looking my way"
I catch you looking at me from time to time
still
I started to think it was all in my head
But when I asked my friends
if they see you looking at me too
they all said
"yes we see him looking your way"
SO boy don't you look me in the eyes again
and lie to me by telling me
"your not looking at me"
I catch you looking at me from time to time
I catch you looking at me from time to time
and I'm sick and tired of you
looking at me the way you do
lying to me
telling
me your not
when all my friends see you looking at me
Boy
you think I'm some kind of fool don't oyu
Well your wrong
so
take a good looking in the mirror
there you'll see the real fool
the only fool
I catch you looking at me form time to time
I've had enough of you
you think
I'm gonna sit around
and let you
get to me
while you stare me down
well
I'm sorry to say
I'm movin my own way
I don't care that your looking my way
anymore
(chorus repeat twice -- add echo second time)
I catch you looking at me from time to time
you must be some kind
of
foolish boy
still trying to stare me down
What do I have to do
to get it through your head
that your not
gonna win this game
your never
ever ever
gonna tear
this girls heart apart
When Five Ends
My son turned five a few days back,
And as with most kids his age, the questions don’t lack.
He came in one day and looked up at me,
And innocently asked, “When five ends, what'll I be?”
I looked at him close and answered him straight
“After five, comes six, then seven and eight”.
He thought for a minute and then said with a smile,
“Wow, that'll be great, I’ll be eight in a while”.
As he ran off to play, I sat there in thought,
And then the question came up, “Is that what I taught?”
So I called him back and said “Son, let me see,
I don’t think I mentioned how cool five can be.
Did you know you could eat an ice cream cone,
And still tell your age with one hand alone?
You don’t need to stop and show them two hands,
But just hold up five fingers, and they understand.
Soon sticks won’t be guns, swords and bats and such,
They’ll just be things that aren’t thought of so much.
Bugs aren't the same at ten as they are when you're five,
Because the whole world is new, and seems more alive.
How many teens do you know who still want to fly,
While at five you’re still willing to give it a try?
How many eight year olds go and move truckloads of dirt,
And never think twice about getting hurt?
Now, there’s cool things to come, don’t get me wrong
But something about five helps life move along.
Don’t rush it on by and reach for the eight,
When just being five is something so great.
Yeah, it’s eighteen to vote and sixteen to drive,
But it’s never as cool as just being five.
So, to answer your question, don’t wish it away,
There’s much to be said for just living today.
True, five will soon end, and then we move on,
But enjoy five right now before it’s all gone.”
something from the heart..
where do i start?
relationships have never been my thing...
so i just look foward to that day i give her a ring...
thats a while away...
in another universe...another day....
all i do is hope and pray...
im too afraid of rejection...
so i miss out on connections...
god gives us all a gift....
so what gift did he give to me?
im searching but i still dont see...
no gift in sight...
but i search all night....
my feelings dont change...
for years they have been the same...
throughtout this life i have felt pain...
its true girls will come and go...
but i want that one that will never go away....
maybe im just dreaming....
i close my eyes and its darkness...
i open my eyes and im heartless...
im no stranger to heartbroken...
why did it have to be that friend....
i guess thats what i get for my heart being open...
Still there is more to say...
more on my heart that i want to say...
at this point in life its stressful...
so how can i be successful?
so many things on my brain...
i want to lock them all away in a box with a chain...
its just so hard to explain...
when it comes to girls there is pain...
i feel like an outsider...
like everyone else is a butterfly or lady bug...
and i am a spider...
sure i really like her and she makes my day...
but im not really sure if she feels the same way...
she says things but it sounds like she dosent care....
my feelings for her make me feel like i can fight a bear...
or do some other kind of stupid dare...
her and poetry are like an escape...
but they are like a dream and you have to awake...
after a while she fades away...
and its just another day...
notebook open with a pen...
what do i say?
its always the same...
"i like you but lets stay friends"...
to me thats like the end....
so now i start again...
and my focus is not a girl...
but the one who created this world...
i will look to him for guidance...
i'll try to do my best...
and leave the devil in scilence...
too young to understand love...
so i give up...
left here thinking "what the ****?"...
holes in my heart as if lightning just struck...
longing to leave this planet and find a new home...
but sadly im stuck...
so i will make the best of what i have in this life..
and never think twice...
EDUCATE OR ERADICATE?
A child's education turns out to be cruel
If they only learn about sex education., and not life coping rules
And ultimately, my angel, it's the children that will pay
Because nine months later, a new life is on its way
Education can be a gift, and some of it will have a great purpose
But, it's useless when they have to figure out how to hire a wet nurse
Help children know more, show them how much more they can dream
Of a much greater future, let them know what that means
Demand now that high schools implement more life strategies
Children can't learn something different if it's only the diapers they'll see
Children won't get to have a mind until they are taught how it can expand
If you don't know, then learn together, think twice and take command
Change the patterns that keep on growing in each generation
The technology we have today can help us unite our nation
Children don't need to walk the roads, that you all walked down before
They are autonomous, give them back their mind, and you'll see so much more
It is up to you, my angel if you let society make you cower
Get control of your mind right now, because a child is like a flower
They will grow if you give them love, knowledge and feel the sun
Or they will wither and die in the darkness, paying for their mistakes alone
(c) Giggles the Poet
April 6, 2018, 3:00 a, m.
We often hear from people that education failed them. That’s because our industrial age models of learning don’t prepare us for our rapidly changing world. Nor do they teach us the things we need to be extraordinarily happy, free, healthy, and fulfilled.
Prepare your child mindfully and they will EMPOWER themselves in ways we couldn't as children. A child will learn more if you give them their mind to explore. Help them THINK ABOUT THINKING, UNDERSTAND THEIR EMOTIONS ARE IN THEIR CONTROL. Help them learn ways of communicating, ways that we were never taught, and you will give them riches beyond the material....riches OF THE SOUL
Help them THINK about THINKING and they will grow EMPOWERED.
They do not need to walk our roads, know our path. Help them make theirs and you will see more through their eyes
FEAR - FOCUS EMPOWERMENT AND RESILIENCE
SKILLS FOR PILLS
I've been a bit free with the vitriol with a couple of poems recently, and need to check myself. Some months ago I met a bard, Kevan Manwaring. In his book, the Bardic Handbook, he recommends satirising oneself to see how it feels...
With satire comes responsibility
Thus spake the bard, regarding cosmic law
‘Tis true that thought and act and speech are free
But heed the truth learned by the bards of yore
What goes around and round will soon return
To that dark human place where it began
And pain shall be the lesson he shall learn
Who points his pen in anger at a man
Lest he forget, we none of us shine bright
That are not sullied by some silent shade
And he who seeks another man to slight
May curse the pen that bore the words he made
For what we see in others, we have known
Some simple human neediness or greed
The weakness we perceive is like our own
Who knows a tree that has not seen a seed
So satirise yourself, so spake the bard
Before you dare another man to mock
And turn upon yourself a light as hard
As that with which you wish a man to shock
Unshadow your shortcomings, write them true
Or fall upon your failings like a sword
For this is what you would to others do
And thine own self hast thine own pen ignored
Now weigh the pain you draw like blood from light
With cut of blade, of swift and vicious pen
Look down upon yourself from lofty height
As you would fain look down on other men
What do you see, but merely flesh and fear
A naked frightened soul that cries for love
All sorrow bound and clothed in darkness drear
With eyes up turned in hope to light above
Have pity, spake the bard, for every word
You wield will have the power to wound or heal
Remember what you here have seen and heard
Think twice before you cause a man to feel
The lacerations of your jagged wit
The schadenfreude of your savage ire
Lest you be made to join him in the pit
Lest you be so consumed in that same fire
He snuffed the candle flame, picked up his book
And left the poet, wise from sorrow shown
An unveiled mirror’s face in which to look
At imperfection that was his alone
With satire comes responsibility
For what goes forth returns, of that be sure
And you are that which you in others see
The naked frightened soul the poet saw
by Gail
If i had a million dollars
every three months
and my job was to spend it on awards for those
who do random acts of kindness and good deeds
unknownst to them they are about to be rewarded
i would take pride in my work
Soo what some Hollywood actor won the same prise as they did last year
and i saw them in fifteen movies that sucked
but this
this is for everyday people
not a radio show of how many worms you eat
but me handing out awards
to those worthy of an award in the communities around us
many can apply, but you need all the proof
I will need lawyers involved to verify these claims are true
perhaps letter after letter could be investigated
or hey maybe even if instead of studying the community to see how generous it
was
what if someone opened the door for you and they got an award for door opening
and a prise!
thats right folks
just by living your life and being nice
my prize patrol which is set off only when you pull off the secret surprise holiday
that the riddle of the music industry and movies challenges society to pull off
then money bags comes out with his prize patrol
and the surprise holiday of
door openings for each other
house buildings
letters written to others worthy of being recognized wether it be for writing, pottery,
or just plain common decency
and the object of the game is to pull of the secret group effort
the music and media persuades in the music
near an existing holiday for points, or around a time when it is needed
so I'll need a bank
i don't think society can pull off
what id have music ask them do
and then if they did
my awards and prise patrol
and no one would know
because it would all be covered up in the holiday magic
but yet
it would be all over the newspaper
and the television
instead of watching the same fifty brilliant actors slurr the next sentence they
don't mean
nor care for as they slave away
and they are eligible for the same awards as everyone else
There Einstein
If i had 4 million dollars a year
at least
id take you all on one heck of a ride
but you better think twice
and you better be nice
or money bags will give you fifteen minutes of fame
but you have to earn your award
your prise
and your fifteen minutes of fame somehow