One in a million
Carried the weight of responsibility
One in a million
Devoted his life of morals
One in a million
Embraced her soul of sorrow
One in a million
Finished the game of vulnerability
sun beats down on sand
lights up like diamonds
million-dollar beach
Million steps
Out the sunrise
Appears my lady
Style for grace
Dressed in lace
We come face
To face
What a surprise
I walk a million steps
Which turns into a run
Give her some time
Oh she so.... Fine
Love her..
Need her. Have
Some fun
Chorus
Supporting her dreams And never fade away
Until my dying day
To continue
If a million chickens
laid a million eggs,
they'd all jump up and down
on their two million legs;
just think of it: a million eggs,
a million whites and yolks
would make a mile long omelet
to feed a lot of folks.
No Rest for the Broke
A hustler from Durban did hustle and grind,
But heaven seemed hundreds of hopes far
behind.
He pleade for peace,
Got debts without cease,
And found fate had a fiendish design!
The Chicken Crossed For Wi-Fi
A clucking wee chicken went creaking
one day,
Crossed the craziest crossing for a hotspot,
they say.
But the signal so week,
Now chirps out his challenges in eggs
every day!
The Blesser and his Money
There was once a blesser in Zamdela,
Who spent his mitha on falsetto-
Today he sings for the fame,
but easily forgets his name,
now he hums in tongues incognito
The Jamaican Chef
A chef from out Jamaica,Joy,
Made jerked chicken a jammin' great toy.
Wi' hot habits he had,
He was hardly so had,
His hot hen helped him hire every hoy!
A snatcher named Javas, a silent snake's son,
Snapped phones with such speed, he
shocked everyone.
He'd steal seven a second,
A storm of a fellow, we reckoned,
Sending signals of sorry such soon he was
spooky with snatching so swiftly he'd shoot
past the sun!
While most view T-Rex as extinct
To a romping reptile Don's linked!
Their shared DNA
Lets the T-Rump say:
We’ll stampede with orders I’ve inked
he signs death like he signs autographs—
quick, proud, no eye contact.
the ink smells of burnt orange peel and sweat.
he’s got the sun behind him,
and a pen that tastes of rust.
the papers call it “justice served,”
but i see a man trying to outpace his own shadow,
killing the ghosts before they vote again.
he changes the rules—
twelve men in a room,
now only eight have to agree
that a man deserves to die.
he smiles for the cameras,
says it’s for the victims,
but the ghosts nod off in the gallery,
too tired to haunt the living anymore.
they say it’s quicker now,
no more appeals that last a lifetime—
just a warrant, a date, a needle.
a machine that hums efficiency
in the land of oranges and hurricanes.
he calls it strength.
the newspapers call it leadership.
the preachers call it divine.
but the dead call it silence.
you can’t see mercy in the muggy air,
only steam rising from asphalt
and the sound of another man’s name
being crossed off the list.
politics is a blood thirsty business,
and power drinks best from a warm vein.
A million graves
One life but too many
Rivers of tears flowing endlessly
A stench of death in the atmosphere
Can't you see,we are dying here!
Even though our eyes cry endless tear
Flies like bodies drop every minute
Glass like hearts are broken to pieces
Tired of reading these Rest in peaces'
As though stars are granting the devil's wishes
To let as rest in peace
The real tragedy is the death of the living
The ones who can't keep up with all this grieving
The families breaking
The breadwinners losing
One positive case
Ten children starving
A hundred families broken
A thousand sources of income closing
A million graves of people ,Just walking
Dead men walking ?????
A dozen rows of soldiers, friends, brothers, fathers, sons,
They dressed you up and sent you off, poised, positioned.
Everywhere you look, you gaze upon photocopies under one uniform:
Stripped of individuality
Welcome to the show,
here, we throw metal roses to the audience,
the corrupted sons of Eve, all dancing to percussion.
Backstage: the scent of death, blood and roasted almonds.
Final show, curtain closed
They wait for you, your memory fading, it's too late...
The petals of moonlight and shadows of dawn,
they started this mess, weapons drawn,
A dozen rows of soldiers, friends, brothers, fathers, sons
They slowly decreased:
A million,
two,
one...
Final bow, curtain close,
thank you for coming,
but where is the rose?
They performed well and i know you want more,
but i have to apologise
For there will be no encore...
A MILLION SMILES OF A CHILD
THE MILLION SMILES OF A CHILD
CAN TELL A STORY WITH A NEVER ENDING TALE
A SMILE OF TRUE HOPE FOR PEACE
A SMILE TO SAY A HELLO AND NEVER A GOOD-BYE
A CHILD'S SMILE IS LIKE A INNER FEELING
THAT NEVER GOES AWAY
FOR WHEN A CHILD SMILES
GIVES US THE HOPE TO NEVER GIVE UP
EVERY SMILE OF A CHILD
IS NOT ALWAYS A SMILE OF HAPPINESS
FOR IT COULD BE A SMILE OF DISPAIR
FOR A CHILD CAN SMILE
NO MATTER HOW MUCH THE PAIN AND THE HURT...
PIERCES THAT HEART AND SOUL WITHIN
FOR GOD GAVE EACH CHILD A GIFT TO SMILE
AND IT WAS THE TRUE GIFT OF ALL LOVE AND HOPE
FOR A SMILE CAN MAKE US LAUGH
OR IT COULD MAKE US CRY
BUT THE SMILES ARE WHAT OUR SOULS
GLEEM WITH....
LIKE A MILLION COLORS OF A RAINBOW
SO WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE CHILD...
WITH THE MILLION SMILES
REMEMBER THAT YOU COULD STILL BE THAT....
CHILD WITH A MILLION SMILES.
I met a homeless man whose name
I don't recall, but he had what sounds like
A million dollar voice.
I met Cal who said he was an electrician
which is not a career requiring great voice quality;
But he had a million dollar voice.
Tim used to own a swimming pool business.
He was homeless when I met him.
But he had a million dollar voice.
I thought such a voice would bring greater success.
So, I have often longed for a voice more like theirs;
One with a little more base and a little less tenor;
One that quickly commands attention when spoken.
God chose not to give me such an authoritative voice.
But I have not declined to use the voice God gave to me.
Anyway, at the end of the day,
It's not about the tenor or the base.
It's about what the voice actually said.
What is the cost of one space toilet, dear?
Nineteen million, the price point is clear.
Why is it so costly? What makes it great?
Astronaut waste is stored for a later dumping date
Sent into earth’s atmosphere where it burns up
Urine is recycled for drinking. Go fetch your cup.
Author Dana Redricks
October 28, 2024
You're one in a million, a rare gem to find, in a world full of noise, your voice is kind and you're a friend that is forever on my mind. Through valleys of struggle, you’ve wandered and grown, each challenge a chapter, with each hardship you've face just know you never walk alone.
Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find a friend so precious and true, to discover someone like you who reflects the best as you do. With laughter and courage, you light up the night, a spirit unbroken, a heart shining bright.
You’ve faced many battles, with courage and grace, wearing your trauma like a badge on your face.
Each scar tells a story, each wound a proud display of resilience and strength that seems to brighten the day.
So here’s to your journey, the paths that you tread, to the love that surrounds you, the dreams you’ve led. In the tapestry of life, you’re a thread woven tight, one in a million, a true friend, you seem to bring light to the darkest night.
Are you dying to live
or living to die
The answer to that
is in your laugh or your cry
Women are many in the world
Over billions and billions
Dark skinned and light skinned
Beautiful and ugly
Tall and short
Rich and poor
Young and old
But you are one in a million.
I have travelled to all continents
But I have seen none like you
I have gone to Asia
I have gone to Africa all over
I have gone to Europe
I have gone to all continents,
But I have found none like you.
The love you give me
The peace I feel when with you
The care you show m
The promises you always promise me
Possible and impossible
Can take me for the rest of my life
Because you are one of a kind
One in a million.
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