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How can I leave you
When you brought adventure to my life
You were the one I truly loved
You chose a very dark road to lead
Away from me
They took you away from me
There was no goodbye
They locked you up
They drove you far away
Away from me
Alone I stay
So fearful have been my days
So lonely have I been
Tears flow down my blood shot eyes
I mourn for the loss
I can't replace
Though with my addictions
I try
I try
over and over
Its not you
No one loved me the way you did
No one held me in there embrace as you
There is no one in the world like you
You had to choose a life of ruin and chaos
You had to give up on me and I take the loss.
We are blessed with our planet and its solar system
the sun shines bringing heat to us and plants
that brighten everything with blasts of colour
and aroma fills our world with heavenly scent.
Trees dot themselves on hills and give us woods
in which many creatures take refuge and shelter
Shyly peeping out at us from the cover of leaves
while going about their daily routines in secret.
At night we get the mysterious moon beaming
some nights so bright that all is high lit and yet
others are very dark putting all in deep shadow
making our eyes trick us seeing who knows what.
One could not get bored with the changes
go on a forage and study things carefully
cherish things you find and keep them safe
to ah about and you will be filled with joy
And dont forget to thank both god and nature
for all the blessing that surround all of us
Pool's Prince Charming
by Michael R. Burch
this is my tribute to the legendary pool shark "Saint Louie" Louie Roberts
Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool,
making all the ladies drool ...
Take the “nuts”? I'd be a fool!
Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool.
Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis,
owner of (ahem) a similar pelvis ...
Compared to you, the books will shelve us.
Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis.
Louie, Louie, fearless gambler,
ladies' man and constant rambler,
but such a sweet, loquacious ambler!
Louie, Louie, fearless gambler.
Louie, Louie, angelic, chthonic,
pool's charming hero, but tragic, Byronic,
winning the Open drinking gin and tonic?
Louie, Louie, angelic, chthonic.
NOTE: If you like my tribute you are welcome to share it, but please credit me as the author, which you can do by copying the title and subheading. I used poetic license about what Louie Roberts was or wasn't drinking at the 1981 U. S. Open Nine-Ball Championship. Was Louie drinking hard liquor as he came charging back through the losers' bracket to win the whole shebang? Or was he just pretending to drink for gamesmanship or some other reason? I honestly don't know. As for the word “chthonic,” it’s pronounced “thonic” and means “subterranean” or “of the underworld.” And the pool world at its worst can be very dark indeed, as Louie’s tragic demise suggests. But everyone who knew Louie seemed to like him, if not love him dearly, and many sharks have spoken of Louie in glowing terms, as a bringer of light to that underworld.
Silence gripped fear in a very dark room
As two hearts converged in the night's embrace.
One worn by time's relentless race,
The other seeking solace in its lonely space.
He envisioned a fleeting encounter, brief
Moments of passion, then sweet relief
Yet her tale whispered of biting grief
Her eyes held the weight of ancient belief.
In her voice, a whisper of sorrow's song
In her gaze, the world's old pains belong
With tender wounds and dreams forlorn
In the darkness, raw emotions were born.
What could have been mere fleeting trade
Became an entanglement, emotions swayed
Fantasy entwined with reality's braid
In the dark room where hearts were laid.
Feeling low, nowhere to go
Feeling sad, feeling mad
Feeling nothing, cold as ice
Feeling something, but it's not nice
Thoughts all through my head
The main one wishing I was dead
Hand to the wall, to feel something different
Felling anything but relevant
Music playing, no joy there
Just sat with a cold dark stare
Body shaking, can't make it stop
So emotional I think I might pop
Want to speak, no words come out
Hearing voices, it won't stop
Everyday getting worse
I wish I could put this in reverse
Feeling nothing, feeling something
I just want to feel one thing
Cannot cry, cannot laugh
This is leading down a very dark path
Not much to do, not much to say
I just want to wish the pain away
I'm sorry I'm who iv become
In my mirror their is no one
Feeling low, feeling slow
Feeling iv got nowhere to go
Feeling nothing, cold as ice
At risk right now is my life
The emergency call reached the paramedic. A baby was about to be born.
He could hardly see through his windshield, as he battled the raging storm.
A 3 year old girl greeted him at the doorway and allowed him to enter her home.
She took him by the hand and said, "This way doctor man,"
and then led him to her Mommy's room.
It was a very dark night, so he asked the child to hold his flashlight
so he could assist the baby from leaving its mother's womb.
He held the baby by its legs and spanked its little bottom.
The baby cried and a new life was born.
With great concern the paramedic asked the young child,
"How do you feel about what you just saw?"
"He should have never crawled up there in the first place," she said,
"You should spank him again once more."
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I received the above in a Fwd: Email.
It was written in the form of a joke.
I then revised it poetically,
at least that is my hope.
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ORIGINAL:
Fwd: Childbirth
Subject: Childbirth thru the eyes of a child
Should a Child Witness Childbirth?
Here's your answer.
Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call. The house
was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl to hold a
flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the
baby.
Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Heidi pushed and pushed
and after a little while, Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his
little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry. The
paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr
old what she thought about what she had just witnessed.
Kathleen quickly responded, 'He shouldn't have crawled in there in the
first place........spank his butt again!'
We are all essentially African. That's where humanity first took birth.
Some then left Africa to populate every land mass on planet earth.
Those of us who remained in equatorial Africa kept our very dark protective skin.
It served as a natural sun block,
preventing harmful ultra violet rays from contaminating our bodies from within.
As we migrated closer to the poles we began to slowly depigmentize.
It was an evolutionary trade off, one might call evolutionarily wise.
The rays of the sun when closer to the poles
are not as harsh as in sub tropical Africa and the pole's climate is cold.
Where as in Africa we walked naked with our protective dark skin,
The poles were colder. We wore clothing over our slowly depigmentizing skin.
Depigmentizing all the quicker because of very little exposure to the sun at all.
Because we differ in skin color doesn't mean anything good or bad at all.
We were and still are all the same human specie, unlike our cousins, the extinct Neanderthal.
We are all *****sapiens. We are all the one and only Human Race.
In a nutshell, that says it all.
To All Hate Groups Out There and hate individuals too.
Be forewarned. Be aware. Your over due extinction is about to come true.
I speak for all with knowledge who have truly evolved too,
"We All Welcome The Extinction Of All The Ignorance Created By All Of You."
You should all welcome it too, so that all of you can truly, for the common good,
intellectually evolve too.
At the arrival of the winter storm, stretching for a mile,
a bockout occurred in a rural town famed for its exquisite wine;
it became very dark as the lights went out in every house...
I felt scarier than a hopeless prisoner in bondage,
but an idea struck me while I stepped on a fleeing mouse.
And while the moonbeams filtered in invitingly, and the crickets sang me
their awkward melody...I couldn't live in darkness and feel safe!
The willows of the reef seemed phantoms moving towards me...
I had a red candle never being used and its glow could have safeguarded me;
at least, I would have had some light shedding on me to keep them away from me!
Didn't poets of long ago write by dim candlelight? Weren't they often taken by rage?
They used quills to make their work even harder writing in medieval style!
I wasn't expecting a return to the past...it could have caused a disastrous fire...
if I had fallen asleep! But for Heaven's sake, I lived for passion, not waiting to flee!
My sonnet had to be written throughout that time for my inspiration to survive!
Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" Candlelight "
He was Johnny Carson's sidekick for thirty years.
When he died, it was bound to bring about tears.
His fans are devastated from coast to coast.
He was a comedian and a game show host.
He co-hosted TV's bloopers and practical jokes with Dick Clark.
He was a very funny person but this man's death is very dark.
McMahon was one of the greatest performers that we've ever seen.
He even fought for our freedom in World War II as a Marine.
If someone says that he wasn't talented, it will be a lie.
He was a hero ans we all know that he was a great guy.
(DEDICATED TO ED McMAHON WHO DIED JUNE 23, 2009.)
A Day by the River
Sailing the high sea on the river,
Sinking while staying afloat,
Think I’m in danger of drowning,
Where would I find me a boat?
Nice here down by the river,
Floods caused the bed to dry up.
Eat Treacle & Anchovy sandwich,
Drink tea, from a broken egg cup.
Urchins who live near the river,
Fish for Sea Bass, using a kettle.
They may have caught a young Cray,
To bake it with seaweed and nettle.
Fairies with wings by the river,
Nibble mushroom with Ginger beer.
This is not typical fairy behavior,
High spirited, they wish me good cheer.
Skim pebbles across the dry river,
Seagulls fire shots to my nose.
Call a Mute Swan, but get no answer,
Damn duck, pecked off my clothes.
Very dark now, here by the river,
The sunshine is hot, beating down.
I’m walking right into the water,
An inconvenient way back to town.
Time’s come, to leave here the river,
Attacked by a shark on the shore.
It came for the barbecue party,
But prefer my leg that it tore.
When I wake up, I’m not by the river,
My pyjamas are soaked toe to head.
It transpires, I’m not by the river,
But dreaming, and just wet the bed.