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A decade together with you,
Loving and learning all ways new.
What is a decade? A decade is ten years,
Ten years of love, laughter, and some tears.
A decade is one hundred twenty months,
A lot of kisses, hugs, but no regrets, not once.
A decade is five hundred twenty-two weeks,
Oh, the highs, the lows, we’ve hit, even several peaks!
A decade is three thousand six- hundred fifty-two days,
We’ve loved each other in good times and bad, we can count the ways.
A decade is eighty-seven thousand, six-hundred fifty-eight hours.
You’ve given your love, kindness, bravery, strength as shared powers.
A decade is five-million, two-hundred fifty-nine thousand, four hundred ninety-two minutes.
Oh, my love, our life, and love together have known no bounds or limits!
A decade is three-hundred fifteen million five hundred sixty-nine thousand five-hundred twenty seconds.
So many kisses, nights of lovemaking, memories made...oh how our future beckons.
We have had a decade of love, fun, good times, and bad.
I would not trade a single one, I, for one, am so very glad.
Glad we met, glad we’ve loved, and glad we are now married.
I am so excited to see how our love has throughout carried.
A decade is not nearly long enough to know,
Yet, for many more years, my love for you I will show.
But, I just want to make you aware,
That I will forever love you, Bear.
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
One day
When we all thought Saturday was a depiction of the sky raining with birds..., singing..
Blue as the day comes with heat..., ready to call itself a sunny day
My loved one received a call...
Her father has just passed on
A phone call that changed the flavored air that was in the room that had bottled up oxygen made up from the amount of deep breaths taken by the thought of perfecting a goodbye
One day..., One of us...,will cover the cost of a funeral with more than just groceries and R200 airtime
My love...,
there could never be forever's here, So you will have to hang up..
God is on the other side of the speed dial
I have never lost a parent before..
All my life I have watched those who are near and dear to me trade a touch for memory
So Dear Mother
Before you pass on I will marry this woman
and together we will spread and stretch the branches of our arms to keep her warm
I will believe in rituals, I will believe in the forever part
I will believe in the story of two souls conjoined in one body...,
you will live in her eyes
Dear Father
our timeliness do not have eternity printed at the back of the book, so I am coming Home, the smell from a dish death prepared for us has made its way to my kitchen
The ingredients are of accepting life as a flash of the moment
I am hungry
Dear Mom and Dad
I will be a walking monument of the characteristics of your morals and values
before you pass on...
Please answer the phone
Dear Parents
I love you
They may come stealthily, with barely a sound, almost silently.
Most everything that comes to pass, does not come to stay or to last.
They may stop very suddenly, and then depart rather quickly.
One winter, a boat was my home base.
Let's just call it a rock and a hard place, with the rock being my home 100 miles away,
and the hard place being a boat docked at the Bay.
That winter I rocked and rolled all that stormy night. I arose early the next day to go to work before daylight.
Yet dark, the wind was still strong as I slowly exited in fright. Electric lines had fallen, and I had to crawl around them and pray.
I'm grateful to have lived to tell the story about going to work that day. Through the years and the fears, life cast upon me many a memorable tear.
Through the shock and the awe, our world will sometime roll and rock. Like my stormy wind on the Bay, at some point, things stop, and we dock.
There have been stories, some were bad, some good, and a few were ugly. But I would not trade a single story, because life is not all peachy and pretty.
06302017PS Contest, And Then It Stopped, John Lawless, NA
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
A wonder fills my thoughts about mankind.
From dawn to dusk—on Everest’s peak I stand;
My goal: to watch the world go by,
And jot a memorial note about the last days.
In those days—Carimea will rise against Nrai,
Leading to killing and famine across the world.
Covid and Ebola will spread among nations,
Their names too bitter for lips to mention.
A gender will tie the knot with itself in the open,
Saying, “Adam for Adam, Eve for Eve—no God.”
A man will rise and say,
“Better my daughter than my wife,”
And a woman will say,
“I’d rather lie with my son.”
The old will sit awhile in the barn,
Reflecting on their fading years,
Saying they need hot blood
To warm their cold blood.
A person will trade a family for wealth without shame.
The shepherd will fleece the sheep he claims to guide;
Churches will grow like mushrooms in the rainy season,
For bread-winning—not for saving lost souls.
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
And on Everest’s peak, I stand in pain;
Writing this memorial note, not in vain;
Signing it:
“Conscious Wakener”
Inhaling his masculine scent I taste the aroma of our first chicory spot
he has been with me for forty four years and he is still so very hot
Dotted with gray on his temples, still as handsome as the day we met
he was at my sweet sixteen birthday party, now how can I ever forget
The man who put a ring on my finger and gave me two beautiful children
we lived and breathed solo flying like two turtle doves in a jaded glen,
Today we sit in the yard and reminisce about our first kiss, our first time
his eyes are still shining and I'm glad that after all the years he is still mine
Truth be told I would not trade a moment of the days we spent together
nothing can split us apart except God's will, until then we will tether ,
Fastened to each others hearts, we will always be forever true as one
for he is my stars and moon, my lovely husband, and my golden sun.
Happy Anniversary Lovie,
Your Wife, Vie aka Mystic Rose
"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."
— Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene V
Some are born to crowns and gold,
With power strong and wealth untold.
Some will climb, with sweat and pain,
To carve their names and stake their claim.
And then there’s me—a simple bloke,
Who’d rather nap than wear a cloak.
Greatness came, it knocked, it screamed,
I locked the door—it must have dreamed.
For who would trade a peaceful life,
For throne-room squabbles, royal strife?
Give me books, a pint, some cheese—
Let others rule, I’ll take my ease.
So take your greatness, shove it far,
I’d rather be right where I are.
Ailments? Purim Cures 'Em!
Down 'N the Dumps?
Simcha smoothes most lumps,
What's Simcha? Briefly, Shared Joy,
As more 'tis shared, less there is to annoy!
Trade a warm feeling, return a smile,
Rids everyone of at least some bile.
Together, we overcome trouble,
Synergy! Life expanded, unconfined by the bubble!
Purim practices include:
Mishloach Manos; Friendly giving gifts of food,
Booing Haman; Rejoicing in justice coming to a bad dude,
Related in reading aloud the Megillah, a group "Thrillah",
Purim Seuda; a common meal festively "Imbues Yah",
Matanos Leveyonim; gifts to the needy do truly cure,
Giving does more to the giver as to the poor!
Adar, name of the month, a "Roller Coaster" journey,
When Spring, time of green health inspires, "Arise from your gurney! "
Assuming Disguises; In Adar, nothing is what it seems,
7th Adar, Moses born & died, joy & grief in reams,
Even in Persia, Esther becomes Queen, a saving surprise,
Ailments? In Purim lies a cure! Mirth & birth reprise!
Give me the U who dances in the rain,
The U with sunshine in your laugh, a heart that can't be chained.
The U with dreams that shimmer, goals that take flight,
The U who stumbles sometimes, but picks yourself up with all your might.
Give me the U who craves quiet moments, lost in a book's embrace,
The U who bursts with ideas, a whirlwind pace.
The U with a fire in your eyes, a voice that compels,
The U who finds beauty in the ordinary, in every seashell.
Give me the U who yearns for faraway lands,
The U who builds sandcastles on familiar sands.
The U with a paintbrush whispering secrets on a canvas,
The U with a melody strumming on forgotten stanzas.
Give me the U who breaks bread with loved ones, laughter in the air,
The U who tackles challenges, a burden you learn to share.
The U who cries cathartic tears, a heart that feels so deep,
The U who finds strength in vulnerability, secrets you choose to keep.
Give me all the U's, the vibrant kaleidoscope,
The messy masterpiece, the ever-evolving code.
This is the symphony of me, a beautiful, complex core,
And I wouldn't trade a single note, forever wanting more.
Greatness was his to inherit
Breaking free from shells of gold
Soaring on wings of diamond so bold
Across the vast and rich lands of Mali.
Well-versed in the culture of his motherland
A gem in trade, a leader in heart
Mansa Musa, a beacon of strength
Guiding Mali to heights untold.
From a young age, like the morning sun
He was ready to rule with grace and wisdom
A king born to lead, to inspire
Musa’s legacy, a story that defies time.
The roads from Cairo to Mecca know a man better
Of wealth and influence, unmatched and grand
Like Freetown’s view from Mount Auroel
His gold and glory will forever be told.
A kind-hearted king, generous and wise
Investing in making people better
Offering food, gold, and shelter
His story will forever grace the ages.
They call me ‘Cap’, (Captain) America!
But are my Values REALLY out of date?
Prefer Red Meat to esoterica…
At end of every meal, I clean my plate…
I would have – given time – tried to explain
To Tony Stark, the depth of what I knew,
But he responded, giving pain for pain,
Barehand, I beat the Ir’n Man black-and-blue!
It broke me! Had to trade a friend for friend!
I would have – given time – tried to unfold
A hist’ry of deception, tried to mend...
But, friendships SHATTER! left out in the cold!
Could I have showed that LIES had kept me sane?
NO! – giv’n a chance – I'd crash another plane!
Date Updated: Jan. 10, 2018
Withdrawn 2/12/2019 from: Movie Magic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R. Barden
Movie and Character: Captain America: CIVIL WAR; Captain America