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The Scorpio is dynamic and shrewd
Once in love, they’re faithful and true
Passionate, loyal, once they’re tied
But there feelings, they can hide
If they’re hurt, they seek revenge
Right through to the bitter end
Don’t dare trend on Scorpio’s tail
Make a mistake, better run like hell
Cause them pain, you wish you never
They're very cunning and extremely clever
They really have a dark side too
Never lie, they can see right through
Known as the world’s greatest lovers
As the opposite sex soon discovers
Their ---- drive is just so amazing
Once stung, and your be ----------
Intelligent, powerful with majestic eyes
One look from them, you’re be hypnotized
Charming, persuasive and pleasant to see
These are the Scorpio’s loving and free
Scorpio’s can rule from there heart or there head
One strike from them and you could be ---------
They master their emotions and can be great fun
Although the most possessive signs, under the sun
Determined, romantic with a hint of jealousy
The Scorpio’s traits are endless you see
Once you commit, there be your best friend
Laughing and joking, but please don't offend
Ruled by the planets Pluto and Mars
Under the moon, guided by stars
Their element is water, they value precious time
All this I know, because it's my birth sign
© Copyright 17th August 2013 K.C.Leake
All Rights Reserved
I am so many many things
So much to me life doth brings.
I am up and down, happy, sad
I am torn, solid, I am good and bad.
I have been through so many trials
It is a wonder that my face still smiles.
I am a sister and a few peoples friend
I fight for all I love to the bitter end.
I am daughter and a mother
I am all, not just one or the other.
For all my loved ones I will fight
With all I have for what is so right.
Win, lose, or even a draw
I still love them no matter the flaw.
I may sometimes seem I do not care
But believe me I am always there.
I care for all but some days I
Just need not to be asked why
I am not talking to any one
There is no reason, no none.
But there are days when I
Am always stopping by
Just to check on you
And to say" I love you"
I am a unique southern belle
Who knows just how to yell
And who finds a new calling
That others find appalling.
I am fire and I am ice
I am naughty and am nice
But one thing is for sure
I am none other than Kristy De la Keur.
It is at the half
And the Hammies have not taken a bath
Due to the rain
Schedule was changed and that was a pain
You see the UK had swamps like in Florida
Delaying the little piggy’s invitation to be slaughtered,
Playing Manchester City in the big blue house
Now having a Wed date despite not having a spouse
Going easy Man City had a strike
But that was it and after forty-five minutes the Hammies were psyched.
Are they the ones being taken?
Allowing Manchester City to collect the bacon.
Or will they escape the market trip?
In the prime time English Premiere football script
Early on West Ham stretcher made an appearance
Giving a Hammer substitute clearance
Man City had a miss calculated shot
And West Ham still looked hot
It was still
One nil
As West Ham got first aid
The Citizens made moves as an attempt to make the sports book grade
With another one put in goal
Manchester City waited for West Ham to fold
Throwing the ham on the frying pan
Manchester City shrugged off that well reported UEFA ban
Knowing it was time to coast
MC hinted to West Ham “it is time for that relegation roast”
Time is ticking and the Hammies are still alive
Using the sports book getting 2.5 message of ‘give it a good try’
Would there be another goal?
As they deal with reality being cold.
Extra time is now on the board
And the sporting midweek evening was headed for the door.
Refs put up a time of four
And even Bubbles The Bear said look at the score
Hanging on to the bitter end
The Hammies were able to defend
Making a spread by a half point
And giving a reason for a laugh at the sports book joint.
Next up London boys
The Industrial workers known for the rock and roll band that were toys?
Give it your best
The high pro filers may confess
As the people realize if you were out of the glitz and glamour
You could make real money using a hammer
Rose you were such a wise lady and a wonderful friend
I continued to visit you almost to the bitter end
Other friends abandoned you because you were so frail
But I continued visit and see your cheeks pinched and pale
How I miss our chats, we’d eat biscuits and drink tea
You were such a wonderful friend to me
You gave me a hydrangea, its flowers a pretty blue
So never a day passes when I don’t think of you
If we could meet again for one more day
We’d share the gossip and laugh our cares away
I’ll never forget when you taught me to line dance
Prancing around your lounge to songs of sweet romance
You practiced reiki and spiritual healing
You’d help me with issues that I was concealing
I remember that Christmas party, you dressed as a Christmas pud
You had me in hysterics the costume you made was oh so good
Breast cancer stole you away and bitter tears I cried
For we were away on holiday at the time you died
Your anniversary gift in our garden still grows
I think of you every day my lovely friend Rose
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Early on a cold March morning
a handful of men took a stand
in the year of eighteen thirty six
when a sabre drew a line in the sand
it was victory or death for the valiant few
outnumbered and out-gunned
surrender and be spared an ultimatum they knew
with a cannon shot by Travis it was shunned
even as the day was dawning
the handful of men held their ground
thirteen days in San Antonio
such a fearful sight a dreadful sound
Santa Ana gave the order,
'Fly the red banner, show no quarter,'
a bloody battle to the bitter end
while the Mexican band played 'El Degüello'
now the guns are silent the smoke has cleared
to this day Texians all say, "Remember the Alamo."
Why do I continue with this book
the chapters either deadly dull
or all the action occurring at once
in an overwhelming cascade of events
that muddles the mind
too complex to keep up with
impossible to sort out the storyline
rendering me confused and stupefied
A tedious and tiresome tragedy
The plot painfully predictable
yet I persevere through every page
pensive, apprehensive for the conclusion
that I’m certain will be formulaic
utterly forgettable
I’ve given up on others
under similar circumstances
returned them unfinished to the library
donated them to charity
It’s futile to have faith it will get any better
in the second half
yet I can’t bring myself to capitulate
to wave the white flag of surrender
and cast it aside
I will see this story through
to the bitter end
because it’s mine
I gaze out of my window thinking about you
Tears rolling down my face, you’ve hurt me through and through
Never thought you’d leave me after all these years
Now I’m oh so lonely and I have so many many fears
You packed your bags and left me, I still don’t know the reason why
Bitter tears flow freely; I can’t help myself but cry
Relationships aren’t easy there is no written guide
Maybe we stayed together just out of stubborn pride
Still searching for the one who will be my forever friend
But life takes us on a journey right to the bitter end
So I’ll lock myself away and hide the key that holds my heart
That way I can never get hurt and have my world torn apart
Jan Allison
16th June 2014
I’m ready
“Walking down this rocky road”
Pebbles stare like boulders
Detouring my thoughts
Blocking motions to feel
Curbed by jagged ridges breathing
“Wondering where my life is leading”
Checking the map for intersections
Wanting to find some sense of truth
Written on an overpass
In graffiti spray paint dreams
“Rolling on to the bitter end”
Following the signs
Watching my sneakers tear
Exposing flesh to the elements
Of wandering longings
“Finding out along the way”
That things don’t last forever
But where the shadows sit
From the lost, the new
Are waiting in the cool shade telling
“What it takes to keep love living”
And I listen, learning which each painful step
Dragging my emotions behind me
In a knapsack of desires
Whispering out of breath
“You should know how it feels, my friend”
It is enlightening, burden lifting
When I finally realized
Someone is waiting at the end of that road
For me because…
“I am ready for love”
**The italicized lines are lyrics from Bad Company’s song “Ready for love”
*Image of White Lies by PToday.
Kill With Truth Or Live a Lie
Innocence precedes with their mouth,
Bold-step, no Fred Astaire,
Unashamed, not from the deep south,
Turn a smile amid glare.
Embellished claims, "Friends to the bitter end,"
Advent sketched destiny...a reflection,
Candid critiques retards the heart--transcend.
'Twas best to conspire words of perfection,
Now rivals are close, turns I to pretend,
A picture's worth a thousand subjection.
Age turns to face, choices regret,
Quick death or suffering,
Was it stanza two? I forget.
Third stanza? I'm laughing.
2023 January 04
*HMS.
No glamour here in the South Bay
where function and industry reign
just an occasional seagull is seen
gliding over steel grid power lines.
Daily westerly winds whistle
swaying a small fleet of sailboats
buoys bob along a mariner’s course
as he navigates the currents.
Ships of all shapes and sizes
quietly line the edges of the bay
docked or moored in place
patiently waiting their turn at sea.
An unearthly silence lingers
around the salt flats that arise
staking their claim at the south shore
a monument to the “bitter end”.
It is peaceful here…without pretense
where the hum of traffic is heard
endlessly moving along an offramp
while the random seagull flies above.