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Now, listen, 2020, you're looking rather tired,
you seem well past your sell-by date,so
sorry, mate- you're fired.
It seems nobody's liked you
since January first,
you gave them all a headache then,
and frankly, you've got worse.
You've not delivered happiness,
no, nowhere near enough,
your driving skills have lapsed a lot,
our journey's been quite rough.
I'll give you two month's notice,
then after that, you're gone,
we've lined up a new replacement,
he's called twenty twenty-one.
He's promised us some vaccines,
and holidays galore,
and dustbins full of PPE,
not littering the floor.
I'm sorry that I've bought you in
to give your wrists a slap,
you've had all year to get things right
but, really-
you've been crap.
Twenty one years and counting
I'm blessed to be with you dear
No better place in the world
Than being with you right here
From the first day I met you
My soul was finally set free
I couldn't believe an angel
Was meant as a gift for me
Plans had been set in motion
Orchestrated by God's hand
The shifting of time and space
We heeded our Lord's command
Love would not be possible
Without complicated plan
Our worlds had been far apart
Until I became your man
Moments they became hours
Until they turned into years
I've been gifted with true joy
You have wiped away my tears
Being with you is easy
I look forward to each day
Interesting conversations
I love the way that we play
You are my fountain of youth
An elixir for my soul
I'm thankful to be with you
With you sweetie I am whole
Happy Anniversary my love.
Thanks for the best years of my life.
Let me tell you a story
About the man who was twenty
Who was taught that the value of gold was equal to the value of his liberty
The man who at sixteen
Was already obsessed with things that didn't fill him.
Eager, extremely eager to take back his tattered beacon
Afraid that he would be termed useless if society sees that he's empty
At the ripe age of twenty one
The man left his home that ought to have filled him
Took up his stacks of papers in search for his stolen liberty
The man who had been taught that his price of liberty is equal to the stack of his papers
And off he went, to the dubious land of the unknown
The land where things are heavy and the weights are untold
The man at 21, who was taught that he's nothing
Went in the belly of a wretched land in search of his lost liberty
The man bought with him, a hoe and a shovel
In an attempt to dig into the very depth instead of to grovel
For he was told that to a man deserves no help
The value of his liberty is only equal to the stacks of his papers
Deeper and deeper he dug
Into the very depths of its soul
In search of a lost liberty that he was told
But the more he dug, the deeper he saw no sunshine
Just the darkness and doom of the very hole he had dug
Until at last, the city swallowed him whole
His stacks of papers swishing in the sickly air
For the man who was told that his liberty was equal to his stacks of paper
That man, at 23, is dead
The hen incubated its eggs for twenty -one days, She didn't know that they were her own eggs, She refused to leave the eggs for eat or drink, And she acted aggressively if she was disturbed. She pulled out of its feathers on her belly, Her warm skin directly touched the eggs, She altered the eggs that had moved away from her warmth, And she pecked at me when I came too close. One fine morning, she hatched her chicks , She thought that they belonged to her, But they were tiny troublesome ducklings, And they were nearly six in number. The ducklings had grown very fast, And they moved towards the pond , They swam joyfully in the warmed water, And still she thought that they were her own eggs. Soon she couldn't control her dirty ducklings, At dawn ,they walked fast towards the pond, And the ducklings swam in the water as usual, But the mother hen roamed on the bank of the pond. Usually ,the chicks obeyed the call of her mother, But the ducklings didn't respond to their mom, The innocent baby ducks wanted to be away from her, Still she believed that they were her own chicks.
Apathetic to your positivity.
We keep on running, because we can’t stand still.
We keep on climbing, because we have got to get up the hill.
We keep on searching for a better thrill.
We are humans and we strive to advance, using all of our will.
Forward we march, dragging the weaker man with us.
Onward we go, for the good of our health.
Drop and give me, twenty one-handed push-ups;
I am too lazy to evolve, so keep your thoughts to yourself.
You can advance the entire human race
And you have my full support.
As long as that doesn’t require anything from me.
I will not hinder your quest to find out more,
But I cannot bring myself to need anything but peace
And a place to be alone without your positivity.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
For those who lost their lives in battle.
Their photo still rests upon the mantel.
They gave their lives, to fight for freedom.
They gave their lives, with spirit and wisdom.
Army boots and bags.Navy Seals and rags.
Air Force wings and badges.Marine Corps
boots and buttons.Helmets of steal which
truly toughen.Toughen the fighting men who
wish to be free.Remembering the lives we
lost for freedom.Remembering the days
we had to dig in.While fighting the wars on
land and sea.Defending our flag, for the
right to be free.A twenty one gun salute, for
all our brave men.Who battled at war, until
the very end..
Veteran's Day Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010,2013..
All rights reserved
VALENTINE GIRL
Who are you,
I am your Valentine,
What do you want,
To be your Valentine,
Where are you from,
Deep in your heart,
Will you stay
For eternity,
Am I yours,
For as long as we live,
What’s your age,
Twenty one, you opened
My door to love,
So you love me,
With beating heart,
You excite me, what
Do I call you,
My Valentine, as I
Call you mine.
My Valentine Is
Your pulse racing,
Yes, I can smell
Your scent,
Show yourself Valentine,
Not yet time,
How shall I wait,
Count our nights apart
And then a lifetime together,
Valentine don’t go,
Just for a couple
Of weeks my love,
Will I know it’s you,
Immediately you will,
Valentine I love you,
Love me as you do,
My love is overpowering
For you.
Valentine, give me
Your hand,
I want to feel your heart,
Sweet girl, I’m yours,
Until we say Amen!
Our aging- how we reckon it depends
on where we are in life that given time.
The preteen celebrates to reach thirteen-
and then at twenty-one- cheers with a beer!
The border crossed at thirty is not dire;
most times adulthood has matured by then.
But hitting forty bodes a turning point-
the trip to middle age will soon proceed.
For most, the age of fifty earns a prize
for reaching one half-century of age.
When sixty comes- retirement's in view;
then seventy- that's when the worries start.
That aging stage- a topic shared by friends-
comparing ailments, meds- physicians too.
Scanning obits- enduring mournful wakes;
attending nursing homes- as case, or guest.
This phase of aging- not the same for all;
health issues strongly shape how long we live.
Through every step, we pray to stay robust;
live best each treasured day- one at a time.
June 6, 2019
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Aging
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 06/26/2019
I inhaled your blows like asbestos in my lungs
You smiled so sweetly while cutting out my tongue
Tabasco in my wounds, all the lies that ever stung
You didn’t even know it but I died so very young
I saw the ugly side of you each time I showed my heart
I wanted to be loved but you pushed us far apart
I’d give up on the dream of us if I was really smart
Because I should’ve up and left you from the very start
You never apologized for everything you’ve done
Just pointed your cold hatred at me like a loaded gun
Couldn’t be myself around you, I burned under your sun
So I lived inside your shadow until I turned twenty one
You took your anger out on me and punished me for fun
You hate that I’m just like you but that’s what I’ve become
So keep the bitter trophies of the war you never won
I’ll blossom through the cracks and I’ve only just begun
My granny’s bucket list included visiting Japan
She didn’t think that if she went she’d meet a nice young man
She went in twenty-twenty-one when covid rules relaxed
A man said can you help us or our contest might be axed
Gran leant on her walking frame and said you’re very kind
My bones all ache, my gait is slow, I have a failing mind
If you want a politician then I think that you might find
That I’m your girl but all things else would leave me way behind
The man said everybody’s sick, we don’t know what to do
The cleaning staff all tried to help but they’re all ailing too
We need some folk to help put on the show as per the plan
So pardon the expression dear, but granny, you’re the man
So he took her and her walking frame and showed her where to stand
She made off like a thing possessed because a gun went bang
She dropped the shawl that she had worn in case she felt the cold
And that is how, I kid you not, my grandma brought home gold!