Ignorance, confidence-- what you need--
Just two things in all life to succeed.
Mark Twain said this long back
For an awkward knave jack,
Here is Trump to prove him right indeed.
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Happenings |20.09.2025| Humour, politician, USA
We all mark time
until, in time,
we mark loss.
In the meantime,
we make our
mark
and
mark-make.
Hurt leaves a mark
That's felt deep within
Your soul which causes
You to serve your felling
From your body which
Keeps you from being
Hurt again
Let me tell you what I know
about Piet Mondrian and Mark Rothko,
two painters so rectangular and square,
you'd swear there is no life there,
till you look with a little more precision,
a little bit more care.
To be born Canadian was my fate,
something I will always appreciate.
The PM of my nation
deserves my approbation
for he'll not abnegate nor bloviate.
oh
love
i
shed
thy
heart
where
to
leave
thy
mark
is
thy
sweet
reward
Mark the jerk deserves a big stab, not now, shall give him another chance!
My little guy to my happy surprise
is with me still and very spry
His heart pills keep him ticking on
personality of his still is strong
He loves to growl and bark all day
for him it is the way he plays
the thing he loves most of all
is when I scratch his chest he is enthrall
It relaxes him and keeps him calm
never enough keep scratching on and on
The old guy walks the perimeter of the fence
sniffs to know whose been whence
About every couple of feet or so
Genghis lifts his leg and lets it go
He makes his mark to claim it all
and mosey about walking tall
Old Kublai used to follow him on his tail
mark over his mark as Genghis he trailed
As if he had to mask Genghis's scent with his own
for Genghis's claim Kublai disowned
I miss my Kublai they were a funny pair
But now I have sweet Sassy dear
She sits and watches Genghis from finish to start
as that silly old boy, Genghis makes his mark.
Don't be a pencil that gets erased,
Be a pen, a mark that can't be traced.
Don't be a helpless princess, frail and meek,
Be a witch, strong and sleek.
Stand tall, fierce and bold,
A force of nature, uncontrolled.
Leave a mark they can never erase,
A spirit they can't replace.
You are the sun, the brightest one,
Don't care what other think of you, you are the perfect one,
You are the best, the only star shines bright in darkness.
My hand
Lingers on the page.
A red X marks the date.
Turning the page feels like losing you again—
Every day.
The coldest
Month of the year
Has turned my heart cold too.
My gaze, frozen, is riveted on the date—
You left.
Forever gone,
I am still here.
I would trade all my tomorrows
To have you live out all your days—
So many.
The calendar,
Hung on my wall,
Will therefore remain exactly the same—
A reminder of a precious daughter of mine
In heaven.
Your memory,
Imprinted and deeply ingrained,
Follows me around like a shadow,
Making me forget the real reality, you see—
The mark.
In loving memory of our Mark,
Better known to most as Skip,
Reunited with Clegg up in paradise now,
Best friends back joined at the hip.
From thrashing about on his motorbikes,
Revving the **** out them in crickmere park,
To his mams house bouncing with hardcore,
As skip raved away to M.C's and afterdark.
He absolutely loved to spend time with family,
Travelling to raves and cutting shapes on the dance floor,
In fact if he was made to choose just one,
Wouldn't be sure what he said he loved more.
All the stories that so many have to share,
In the days ahead filled with both joy and pain,
Means his legacy shall forever live on,
Precious memories will always remain.
We feel you all around us buoy,
Your spirit will never ever be gone,
You never could call it a night,
May your soul forever rave on.
Mark Carney:
A smart, gifted man and that's no blarney!
Politically speaking, he was on the perimeter,
but now he's Canada's twenty-fourth Prime Minister.
there once was a man named Clark
who was blind as a bat in the dark
one night he went outside to pee
leaned up against a tree
and failed to leave his mark
American humorist and writer, Mark Twain
born as Samuel Clemens, his name in history does not wane.
He attacked Big Business with “The Gilded Age.”
An observant journalist as well, Twain was very sage.
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