nikita caspan..What a toilet pan.' Murders parents is a satanist, taking nazi instructions, to kill Mr Trump; next was the plan.!
the balance of power
When Kennedy lit Nikita's cigar
no one said
Nikita, smoking is not a good thing for you
America could not accept a foreign power
so close to the American shore
and quite rightly so
Russia did the right thing and pulled out
Nikita noticed the young president's hands
trembled and smiled
yes, it had been a hard call
both men respected each other
Today in Ukraine, the situation is the same
but America's leaders show no concern
damaged is done to Russia
not understanding her new leader
will not back down
the reason is vanity and pride from
America's side
by calling out Putin's bluff
we will live to see
world war 3
I see that your life has had many interruptions
Due to misguided assumptions, faulty guidance,
And a lack of fundamental education from the start.
You were thoroughly indoctrinated in orthodox mythology
And kept sheltered from the cold harshness of the truth.
You are particularly religious in most everything you do.
You make a dedicated service of ritual and routine,
As a sacramental passage from yesterday to tomorrow.
You are religious to a fault, but not at all spiritual.
You have learned to survive without vain superstitions.
How many angels, saints, and unicorn saviors
Could dance on the back of a crackerjacks box
While you faithfully watched Davey and Goliath
Before you went to mass every Sunday morning?
When you’ve found the answer to that, go tell it on the mountain.
People leave like seasons change
Followed by grief and sadness
Tears flow, a chaotic scene
Reminding myself of the madness
Wrenched away in the nick of time
Loving this hard and this much
Is reserved for the one, with care in their heart
For all of me and such
October 19, 2021
~ Ms. Affection
Contest: Something Old – Something New
Sponsor: John Lawless
Original:
The Tsunami of Loss
I lose people, and amid the tsunamis
of grief and sadness that follow,
I remind myself, when finally chaos tears dissolve
and the aftermath of thoughts is allowed:
“Silly child, you should know better
than to love anyone this much by now,
every time you have loved this hard and this much,
you know it will be wrench away from you somehow
Nikita Gill
Premiered at Rugged Old Crossroads Community Mission,
New Orleans, LA – 10/16/2013
ACT 1
SEEKING LABYRINTHIA
BLUE JACKET BON VOYAGE
SAILING THE SEVEN SEAS
SHIP IN A BOTTLE
ISLAND OF DON DI VON KAIRE
BOX WINE BLUES
THREE HAPPY ITALIANS
VOYAGE
SUNSET BALLAD
ACT 2
LABYRINTHIA
NIKITA SOMETHING
VIGILENT MOJO
MEMPHIS BELLE
UN PEU COMME LA PLUIE
ZULLY’S APOLOGY
ROUGH WOMEN ACTION
XERXES SURVEYS HIS REALM
INTERMISSION FOOL
ACT 3
BAAAD POETS
FUNERAL STRUT
BLIND WILLIE’S SKETCHPAD
MAKING MANDY BEG
TOO MANY WOMEN
CURRICULUM VITAE
FAT CITY KITTY CAT
I WAS A TEENAGE SHAKESPEARE
SHE’S THE CENTERFOLD
Labyrinthia P. Babineaux …………… The White Witch of the Lower 9th Ward
Papa Babineaux …………………………… The Father, an honest apothecary
Algebra Babineaux ……………………… The even-tempered Mother
Bumblebee Babineaux ………………… The precocious younger Sister
Gnat Babineaux …………………………… The curious little Brother
Cabernet Babineaux …………………… The distant Cousin
Ulysses “Zully” Kowolski ……………… The world-weary Sailorman
Nikita Something ………………………… The learned Creole Seer
Mitchell Hollywood ………………………. The adulterous Inn Keeper
Tom Sickley …………………………………… The disingenuous Feather Merchant
Fr. Marcus Paternoster ……………...... The lecherous Clergyman
Steve Merkin ………………………………… The unscrupulous Accountant
Vince Fettish ………………………………… The nefarious Fantasy Man
Xerxes the Great …………………………… The Emperor of Persia and Media
Dante Foolhardy …………………………... The Stultifying Court Jester
John Travailleur, Esq. …………………… Just another John
Plus … townspeople, pirates, Indians, street musicians and beggars, Cajuns, swamp rats, women, young ladies, and girls.
I had a hammock underneath a shade tree.
I spent many relaxing moments there.
It was one of my favorite places to be.
I would fall asleep, which for me was rare.
Nice and wide, big enough for two.
Made of canvas, wide green and white stripes.
I would lay and stare at the sky, so clear and blue.
It was chosen out of many different types.
It was part of a beautiful backyard.
Set in a pretty wooded scene.
Deer at the fence, appearing to stand guard.
It was a place peaceful and serene.
I would listen to nature's many sounds.
Making its own music, its own song.
I could hear it as it seemed to be all around.
In my perfect backyard world it it did belong.
I shared my hammock with only one other.
Watching hours pass,her eyes so blue and dusky.
She was my best friend, we loved one another
I miss her, my Nikita, my sweet beautiful husky.
It was a special place that sadly is gone today.
Circumstances told me that I had to move on.
And even though it was long ago and far away.
It lives in my heart, a memory, a sweet bygone
sad
alone
without you
my husky girls
such a joy to me
beautiful in and out
gave me everything you could
making me laugh everyday
my natasha, nikita, maya
forever my girls, forever my heart
"Every day will be better and better, Comrades!"
--thus Nikita Krushchev to Soviet citizenry, nightly on TV
before suddenly disappearing from public view in 1971
"Every day in every way I am getting better and better."
--thus (former mental patient) Inspector Dreyfus
before his unfortunate demise in the 1976 film
'The Revenge of the Pink Panther'
What do you think? Was there a link?
There is a small dog park in the town that I live.
It was the dream of one very special lady
A dog park that would have many benefits to give.
A place where dogs could play, where it was shady.
Her ad in the paper caught the eye of another.
Who thought that it was a wonderful thing to do.
So they got together, agreed with each other
And decided to make the dream come true.
There was a day set for the town's big event.
A grand opening to celebrate the new park.
The whole town turned out, it was a day well spent
It was such a success that the event lasted until it turned dark.
The sign over the entrance, announced the name
It was the Natasha and Nikita Dog Park
The sign also had the pictures of the same.
Two beautiful dogs, much loved, left their mark.
A special occasion for all to be part of.
It was an extra special one for me
For the dogs on the sign, were mine to love.
I look at the sign proudly, my beautiful dogs are there for all to see.
When all's said and done, there's more to be done and said
Like how's our dear Mary, hope her fungus hasn't spread
And what about poor Thelma
With her deviated antenna
And poor Nikita, fresh radishes growing on her head
BEST IS ONLY NIKITA
SHE EAT BUTTER OTHER FEEL BITTER
OH SHE IS THE BEST
SHE IS BARBIE OF BEAUTY
SHE IS THE BEST IN
THE WHOLE UNIVERSE
SE IS THE BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST
SHE IS BEST HENCE I SHOULD ALSO BE BEST
lost in the forest of life
confused which road to follow
feeling so scared and hollow
not knowing where to go
which is wrong and which is true?
though there are too many
am not satisfied with any
so scared to walk alone
my dreams are no longer known
there is not a destination I desire
my heart no longer bears hope fire
all my dreams diminished
all my trials in vain shattered
am so lost in that forest
inspired by this lovely photo from ajayatao:
http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com/2013/01/10/osennyaya-nikita-semenov/#comment-17275
She’s that lady, who fills the house with love,
She that lady, whose presence is felt,
The mother of my beloved Nikita
Nothing will ever bring us apart and I will always be at her side,
If worst comes to worst I would fight for her even if it was the last day on earth
The reason I stand tall and walk with her majestically to my pals,
She’s like a gold coin that never fades,
Always giving to others what they need,
To those who have no home, no fire to warm them in the cold dark days,
Her beauty comes from all dimensions like a visible shining pillar,
A pillar she stands tall for those she loves and cares for,
She Speaks her mind what’s good and what’s bad, the first critic when work is done poorly
She fights for love and always gets what she wants,
She’s like a big dolphin that saves those that drawn in their own misery in this ocean of life.
I just hope Nikita turns out to be like her.
" Nakita's Breeze "
Nikita speaks of rainbows blue,
Much as we do try so too.
Her grass is seen with morning's dew,
Yet she rimes as so we few.
Hers is day of lightning bright,
Imagination is her night.
Yet we speak as she we do,
Nakita though does pen it true.
Her moon so clear,
Her sunset near.
That which so we hold dear,
Of this she writes bereft of fear.
Her bear immersed within her verse,
Penguin seen to sea traverse.
Yes indeed Nakita's breeze,
That which once we found with ease,
As hers just now it does us please.
SeaWolf
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