Human never bears down on
elusive, explicit goals.
We all always bear with
transient sufferings.
Human is always sanguine
about breaking the golden
chains.
Aimless thoughts neve bow
to a predominant rapture.
We all always put up with
unbridled fury successfully.
Bitter ,hot tears of the heedless
world streaking my heart ,and
make a stab to the soul.
A windy, raging fortune greets
gray dawn.
The harsh, prevailing
wind engulf the unerring
daybreak.
My love for you is boundless
Without edge or gate
It spreads across entirely
A never ending state
Deeper than an ocean
Higher than the sky
Sets my heart in motion
With thoughts of you and I
Together loving freely
How the days are long
Caught up in the whirlwind
Wrapped up in your song
I had never seen such a sycamore tree said my friend Neve.
Was it a coincidence that I found it on Hallows eve?
Had no idea what she was talking about until late that night.
The ghoulish faced tree gave me an incredible fright.
I jumped visibly, and my scream was heard through the night.
Echoing on other trees in the forest, projecting on until light.
Neve, remember the ghoulish tree that gave you a fright?
You were right, I told her. You were right! Right! Right! Right
Have an appointment
Waiting, waiting, long
Too many waiting
To see the doctor
All waiting their turns
One child very young
Screaming loudly
She can not settle
It is neve racking
Waiting, waiting, wait
Waiting, waiting, calm
Waiting, waiting, calm
For my turn to come
So I sit and wait
Creating this poem
Welcome winter month into my little haven of dreams and joy
your rouge cheeks and your fresh air kisses will do us all good
Let me worship in your ice rink of fun and chatter with my friends
while I sip on cocoa from a foam cup and share a story or two...
Winter tide greetings from Jack Frost is always a warm embrace
when it comes from the heart, we neve tire of the lit up snow
Sunshine loves to shine especially on a cold cold day, and we
are the lucky captives of lovely rays, each time we put our faces
up to the beautiful ice blue sky.
Hospitable season that you are you are generous with inventive games
such as ice skating, sledding, skiing and angel making techniques,
Oh let us not forget ice fishing for those wonderful sportsmen
who love to fish...
I welcome you winter, dressed to the nines with wooly attire
the only thing you do to me dear January, is inspire to aspire.
People enjoy going to craft shows
There are plenty of vendors around
They will sell their products here
With stalls loaded with items to sell
Just walk around and take a look
Go from table to table to check out
See what is out there from vendors
You'll neve know what what you'll find
It could be something you need
Or for yourself to enjoy
It could be a gift for a special friend
Go search the vendors stalls to see
It could be stain glass pieces
To hang on the mirror or window
On the window the sun will shine through
Put it on the mirror it will shine through
Showing the pretty colors shine
Stain glass comes in different shapes
The stain glass items calling you
To hang on the window so the sun
shines therough
The bus driver and a rowing boat
I remember a song “A slow boat to China”
There was a man a bus driver who took his wife on holiday to Spain
where his wife ran away with a shepherd
The bus driver went home alone but had the house which exploded
(a gas leak) when he sat on the loo; he was unharmed but somewhat
embarrassed. When the insurance money, came he bought a rowing boat
which had a mast and he could set sail when the wind was right.
He landed in Falmouth before the winter storms.
When spring came he rowed and sailed to the island of Neves where
he met John Cleeve, who wrote a funny article about the brave man
and suddenly the bus driver was famous.
The rich people in Neve gave him money which put in a bank
(there are so many banks) when he went to the bank to draw
out money for an ice-cream, he found he was a millionaire.
High finance is a mystery and something had gone wrong
not for him to ask questions, but he did transfer the money
to a Swiss bank and took the first plane back to Europe.
The bus driver is now a prosperous cattle farmer in Andalusia.
B een too long since my last vacation travel trip.
A bsolute island beauty does relax my job’s grip.
H alting busy is easy on heavenly beach strips
A long this islands’ multi jeweled peaks and tips.
M y tropical gratefulness shall never dip.
A ll main island life moves at a fun paced clip
S o I may stay with paradise at my fingertips.
... CayCay Jennings
January 20, 2017
If you need some indication
About the kind of dedication
That I promise to put toward
This love to keep it moving forward
Then I’ll say it once again
I promise to stay till the end
Never causing you to cry
A tear of pain from your blue eyes
I’ll neve push you far away
All my love I will display
With words of kindness when you’re down
To guarantee I’ll be around
With all of my sweet devotion
And the sweet slow caring motions
That will keep the thrill alive
So this relationship can thrive
I promise to look out for you
No matter what life puts you through
This point I want to stress a lot
You will always have my heart
When was it that you became different?
You were never like this before ever.
Everything you used to do; efficient.
You're so intelligent, your bonds; you sever.
I cannot believeyou changed, you're altered.
When was it that you became dofferent?
Everything you used to do; sufficient.
You've come so far, yet you have just faltered.
I do hope you see soon enough, whats happened.
For you wede blinded bg gour own selfish greed,
Your wits have been blunt and dull; less sharpened.
Since your blindness you have neve ever.been freed.
Your a sycophant, an adulator; your a grovelor.
I am just floor'd; how you've become; brownoser.
some times love keeps you saine but some times it make your heart pain people forgive and forget but neve quit always listen to you heart you might get love at the stat never leave the ones you love becouse your heart might get stomped look for what god gave you becouse you will find the one thats true
life is deep but love is a mountan that steep we still fall untilll someone catches you you look all over untill you find the right one you make chances and changes neve let go you say and he says i will never will he says i love you she stuters alittle bit then says cuz shes scared of being hurt but what she dont know is the boy is turly in love with her they are due for a baby everyone tells him that she only got pergo to stay with but hes was already planing on stay there forever i love her to death and nothing can change that marriage is not a must be i love her and she loves me so no matter what im here till the end i love you girl and everything about you and the stuff you do you mezmorize me
My daugthers Kate and Niamh (Neve) are great
They're different if you please
Ones a driven climber
the other takes life at ease
Kate the elder can shake and melder
Till you give in at last
she cannot wait to grow up mate
And party at your flat
The cooler Niamh street wise at ease
Has money and saves a lot
Don't buy that dress I'll keep this mess
and wash the dirty blot
The party girl a temper whirl
poor daddy is a wretch
He'll pay one day I'll get my way
I think it's evident
Niamh the one who'll save the day
her money stacked away
When Katy's spent she'll nag and vent
For Niamh to pay her way
Dear Girls I say come back one day
To me I'm good to say
I'll balance you out without a doubt
My love goes all the way.
"Were you online again dear half way through the night" the wife said to me,
My thoughts were simply " I wish she would let me just write and be".
2010 I decided that I was going to get my real wish to take some real flight,
I could do what I want when I want without any type of nosey drained out fight.
2009 I decided the big divorce and would be free and go my own way,
I would open up blog after blog without hearing a word that she would say,
Between tulip, dan, the rev and 2010 explosions of neve and many more,
I would write until my fingers bled, and barely walk outside the front door.
I would let my health take a plunge and not take any good advice spoken,
I would rather let everything around me become a mess, my life broken,
But when I am told to change things from those who love me like they do,
I gripe they are judgmental even though I gained many pounds or two.
**we never want to hear advice from those who love us when our lives
hit the toilet
this is for the dans, the tulips, the jeremies, and the rev's, oh and now
neve...
a 2010 explosion...in more ways then one..an explosion
I have loved faces I will not see again --
faces of sand and earth,
faces steeped on mountain tops,
faces lilting on ocean bottom,
faces resting at the mouths of streams.
I have loved faces I will not see again,
mirrored in my empty palms.
I have loved faces I cannot reach
falling away between my fingertips;
faces stirred by idle winds
and the sad shifts of the tide.
I have loved faces I will not see again.
Though I cannot remember them each --
restricted lips, disciplined nose, questioning eyebrow --
they are all here.
They are expanded and shifted into my body --
in my jutting hip, the taut skin of my neck, the clogged valves of my heart.
Their expressions are contained in my cheekbones
and the crevices beneath my eyes.
Though my glance may neve rest upon their features,
they are here --
in my sacred bones, my eiderdown skin --
in my gypsy hair.
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