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Monday
Exactly 45 years in Australia.
In bitter cold Melbourne Victoria.
Came here with few clothes in a tiny luggage.
Now 4 & a half decades later,
Collected lot of baggages.
Some are still good, others are quite damaged.
Was single with bright future.
Met friends here and there, but not dating till 7 years later.
Engaged and called off the wedding to the love of my life.
6 years later, got married, had children and ended all the fun.
One nightmare after another.
Psychologically being tortured.
38 years later, can't help falling for someone who is one & a half decade junior.
There goes my second chance of happiness.
Out it went, my life with romance.
Just want to forget all the pains and headaches,
To enjoy the remaining of my days.
Who is going to take my hand?
For sure, no one will take my whole life too.
But I can't help falling in love with you.
I clicked and learned everything quick,
Except when it comes to romantic.
I promise to myself, no more friendships, just me and music.
That would be fantastic.
You were the 3rd person, I was so fond of.
I loved you from the start.
Help me to end and kindly mend my broken heart.
My mind wanders these days, in the familiar space between us, between yesterday and tomorrow. Here, in this now, when the day is unfolding beautifully, I feel more alive than I did yesterday, than I will tomorrow.
And throughout this dawn, when aliveness is the sun, while you lie peacefully dreaming, I reach toward you. From your breath that draws my hand upon your chest, where it rests and lingers on the quiet lifting.
For I will never know the moment it passes; it will go into the wheeling hands of memory. My fear: that you will forever be etherized in the tenderness of my heartbeat.
Here, in this now, when our breathing aligns under a new morning sky, I drum that heartbeat against your chest.
You arise, opening your eyes, and my fear passes. Where it goes remains unnamed. Further, in the distant reaches of your eyes, I see not the sun but the flowering of your soul. From the feet of crows to the crease around your nose, and the freckles in between.
Dawn-kissed and heavy-eyed, you slip like liquid through my ribs and still my heart, squeezing me close and retreating back into little death.
I'll make my apologies and ill make them for two
If i could paint you a picture the colour would be blue
I looked into the mirror and all i could see
Was a bitter old twisted version of me
Put the children to bed and send out for Tea
I am calling an end to our Love , it is Dead
Take the phone off the hook and throw the sheets from the bed
Wash them on spin and bleach out her scent
Call all the classifieds I've a room up for rent
I have loathed you and loved you in equal amounts
but for all your faults on this you can count
On reflection my dear it was always my fault
Forgive me my action's ,my malice , my spite
May you smile at another and give them your Love
For you were sent from God above
Goodbye God bless my lover my friend
I'm sorry i ruined our fairy tale End
June 6th 1944
An Armada masses at Europe's door
Five sector landings, 160,000 troops
On the following beaches, our hero's would swoop
Utah, Omaha, Juno, Sword and Gold
Allow me to write, as my story unfolds
We, 50th Northumbrian Infantry
To repatriate Europe's lost countries
The Devonshire, Hampshire regiments but two
The Allied might in this incredible feud
Beach landing storm, between Le Hamel - Ver sur Mer
Sectors Item, Jig and King
Is where the 79th Armoured would sing
Beachhead established, Mulberry harbour plan
Reaching Bayeux, cut the road to Caen
East we will go, meet with the Canadian troops
Juno Beach they landed in their infantry groups
King sector assault, casualties high
Our tanks now landed, their shells fly
Enemy positions pounded
Men of both die
Jig sector assault, Le Hamel fell
Village by village, only time will tell
Creully and Crepon reached and taken
Forsaken
Item sector, commando strong
Harbour to take, enemy thrawn
Important target, supplies to land
Eventual demise of this German stand
From this landing, our masses advanced
Through deadened lands, i never glanced
To absorb the sights that i witnessed there
To look ahead, no stop no stare
As i sit at home and close my eyes
Not knowing whether to despise
Being in the middle of carnage hell
Our Hero's fell, but I'm here to tell
" Dedicated to Stanley Elton Hollis - the one and only recipient
of the Victoria Cross on D-Day June 6th 1944, but they are all hero's "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
Want to go where hippos, rhinos, and elephants roam?
Want to see some things you will never see at home?
Zimbabwe is the place to travel. Victoria Falls will delight.
National Gallery of Zimbabwe is full of wonderful light.
Victoria Falls drops into the Batoka Gorge with real beauty.
I think we should head to Africa, it feels like our duty.
Matusadona and Mana Pools National Parks would keep us busy.
Watching the giraffes and zebras, might put us in a tizzy.
The sights we would see there would be with us the rest of our life.
White water rafting and bungee jumping we could do with no strife.
Want to go where hippos might chase us into the trees?
Zimbabwe, Mom. Can we go there just once, please?
In my own little unique way
I facilitate with everyone of us
May God bless this awesome day
And make it a blessing in plus
Let there be joy in your heart
Cuz you all share this day
How else can we know it's important
The mark of honour that stop our heavenly delay
Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
My peppy and amazing personality
Always inspires me to be
Crazily charming in my ways and approach
It teaches me a lot in life
God have been a true source of my strength,
Throughout my struggle and strive
I can count on Him for everything
With Him, I do not feel that hitch
Oyeyemi Monisola Temitayo
I just wish you a life so bright
Filled with all the happiness
I wish you have the most amazing time
So that you don't get deprived
Of things that matter to your mind
Of lessons of being so kind
I pray that you get everything in life
A pure soul like you deserve it all
Adeyinka Sunday Adeolu Adeolu
Hope you had a wonderful day
Ok I know that you had
I hope you do not go chill mad
I know you would want to have it your own way
But, in my heart I wish to have warn you
And this is my only say
You must have had a nice time
Just consider the bedtime
Hassan Okanlawon Ayobami
On this very special day
As you celebrate your birthday
A special wish from my side
You will pass through every tide
Lots of fun and dance galore
My heartiest wishes to you from the core
God bless your day
Happy birthday!
Victoria Floyd
Birthdays come just once a year
So why not spread around the cheer
With the colorful balloons around
With the love of loved ones that surround
Make a little bit of noise
Make that special with your voice
Feel special every way
Because it is an amazing day
Live well
&
Stay save
By Parizo Van Thulare
I was born endless miles from the town
Where tales are told about the king in his crown
Where plates are treated same glass
So fragile respect is of the erything
So beautiful My land is stunning
I speak in languages of types
Pepperd with traditions
And dishes of all kinds
African made with the greatest taste
African grilled with inspiring tales
Where I come from mountains sing the sweetest
Rivers play the romance
The Baobabs are cutiest
It is the land of its own kind
My Africa ,my quest
I come far away from the mountains of Drankesnberg
They Roar with beauty .
Near Lies the tunnel of Straitjdom Lepelle flows peacefully
Full of acquatics living blissfully
The words it sings
speak for the trees
It breezes the fume of sighs
With a flavor of purple ice
Down to Mapunghubjwe I rise
My Africa , my best
The history of the greatest is unleashed
It calls upon the genius to come and aphrend
It calls upon the future to come and learn
My Africa ,my pride
I haven't done yet
Get something to write
Still I 'm here to rhyme.
Talk about the bothers of Kruger
Worldwide are known
Worldwide they are shown
The falls of Victoria
The Valleys of Zambezi
The desert of Kalahari
Lobola or mahadi
This is my Africa
See the cars in colors pouring
See nations in rainbows queuing
To see only the biggest
To witness the wrestlemania of the nature
Ohh! what a wonderful adventure
My Africa is my biome
The land of dreams and hopes
All thanks to the almighty for such smashing home
I'm so proud to be an African
I'm so down with my heritage
Heat creeps across unsuspecting December
Screech of insects' pitch is matched to previous years
Mirror humidity shimmer doesn't remember
Last Summer a virus spread, inducing freshened fears
Wuhan's worst nightmare went worldwide, disease severe
Several thousand consecutive cases, shameful peak
Our Great Southern Land was not immune
Inbound travel halted, disallowed devastating leak
Early government fumbles, finger pointing ensued
Rapid lock down restrictions lifted by June
State border closures remained in place longer
A flare up occurred in Victoria, quarantine bungle
Vic. locked down, remaining economy grew stronger
Spread of virus in other countries spelt massive trouble
Neighbouring nations flip flopped with indecisive struggle
Spring saw Australia for the most part triumphant
Melbournites wore their masks extra month, assisted
Restrictions eased had little effect on usual daily function
Summer sees us hanging lights as though no Virus existed
Carbon Christmas displays blink brazenly, holiday spots listed
Continent apart from swathes of rampant tragedy
We browse store windows in Season's spirit, unconcerned
Saunter of Aussie camaraderie permeates happily
Disastrous for business, but for lots of folk, a forgotten term
Corona, a refreshing ale once again, smothered cheer returned
1st December 2020
Queensland, Australia
(devastating for many, - despite smug
tone of poem, I am deeply sorry)
Hurrying and rushing even at eight,
usually just to avoid been late.
been doing this for a while and I am so accurate,
the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate,
the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate,
so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate,
through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight,
none present yet, not even a mate.
I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait,
and this I terribly hate,
I do not even know for how long I can tolerate.
Then one day, I deviated from my usual line.
In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine,
not giving a damn even if I reached at nine,
watching the passers-by smile so fine,
up the sky the Birds happily dine,
moving in groups like flying swine.
Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign
that my Job intoxicated me like wine
and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind.
The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen.
The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene,
showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean,
and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean.
Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature
and the photo on it gave a nice gesture,
initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature,
but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture,
as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture"
Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear,
It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share.
Looking like one big Apple green and clear.
Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear,
not observing all these is worse than to err,
and making me feel Nature was never near,
this is a burden I am about to bear.
How on Earth can I explain this?
It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss,
crying intensely like my niece,
is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.
Take a trip to the west from town..Till you
Arrive at kryal castle..It was the first one
Around..You can see knights jousting? Sit in
The great hall.' I ate fresh baked bread there
Still warm, dipped in fresh cream..peasants
Fare.' To get a feel for the scenes.' For how it
Was in a medevil age, n'all.' There is chance to image how your lot might have been.? Are you
Still on my page.? If you can still walk the
Battlements? You can consider yourself a lord of that age
Or a king.? We hear there were 'great and good' ones of which we should stand in awe.' Their praises sing'
But let me..TELL YOU SOMETHING.. VICTORIANS.!!! Maybe something you have
Already lost..In the old statley world you would
Have lived like you did in twenty twenty through to twenty three.' Then was your mind
And vision blurred? When you begged to old
dan andrews lord of all that he saw.' And he feasted on your misery..And the demands grew more and more.' So if you aspire to
Better.? Give royal delusions a miss.. even a shove. Out the doors' Awaken
To your God and to your ANZAC..And tell your
Country how it now is.' Get rid of ya (cooker rulers?)
Out of their minds on power and drugs, and embrace
Each one another..Stand now 'never more to budge.!!!