There once was a dog called Rover
Who used to dance the bossa nova
The other dogs would stare
But he didn’t care
He had the most rhythmic rollover.
His squeeze was an Afghan hound
Who used to play around
With a feisty Jack Russell
Who had lots of muscle
And put Rover six feet underground.
Another 24 come and gone,
Time just keeps moving on,
Drawn in by your awareness,
It could care less about progress,
Never second guessing when to move,
Putting you into its groove,
Proving it Can devour your power,
Or shower you with blessings,
Aligning you with the best things,
Some time is never ending,
Sending you into a loop,
Bending to fit your mood,
The faster my attitude improved,
Time passed as if it moved,
Removing its tight hold,
As thew experience unfolds,
Old patterns fade away,
Opening more space in your day,
Extra time to play around,
Stay grounded and aware,
And you'll have some to spare,
Sharing it with all you meet,
Greet each day as if it were new,
Let your emotions teach you,
How to view time through a lens,
Your ends are always met,
Cleansed by all that's true,
Time is defined by what you do,
Emotions are designed to push you,
You decide how fast it goes through,
Every moment is brand new.
Summer churn, welcome home, come along, come, please come
along , (this morn)
With your unwholesome breath blown away a far the fragile, and
ailing, (a struggling croon )
Age old garbage may have mercy to egress
Old memory, forgotten lyric history,oblivious
Tearful dew sparkling now, may dry up in ease
Wiping out a shame, curing a mayhem , shiver
Burn saliently to season the pure suntanned believer
O muse and the cues! Dry up your soggy feel
Come and play around your flute of the ending zeal
To tear the old labyrinth of mystic away, (weaving the renewed
churn. )
Snow falls and day light dims
As the snow get so thick that it covers my Rims.
As the sun goes down we play around,
Snowball fights and as the day loses light.
In the moonlit whispers, where our shadows softly play around,
I met your eyes, my love, that sealed my fate's in sweetest way.
The stars beneath us , a twinkling serenade did sing,
As we danced , our hearts entwining, soul to soul's sweet ring,like a melody.
Your sparkling eyes, like a diamonds in the night sky,
Illuminated my whole world, and made my heart take a high flight.
Through life's of joys and tears, our love will remains a guiding lights,
A flame that burns so bright, in the dark of my endless night.
In our little secret haven, we dance, lost in each other's gaze,
Time stands still, as we sway to love's sweet, secrets, tender ways.
Just like that magical night, under the Paris moon's light rays,
Our love shine brightest, a beacon, guiding us through life's maze.
And in your eyes, my love, I see a love that so true,
A reflection of the love, that I feel, forever shining through the enternity.
With eyes the colour of ocean blue, so calm and clear and deep.
The beauty sits upon your face and forever your beauty will keep.
Hair that goes on forever that twists into a spiral of curls , when you smile your face lights up , like a priceless display of pearls
You are the earth beneath my feet and the clouds above so high.
You are each and every emotion in me , including the tears that I cry.
You are the rainbow in the sky to help me clear the air, Pretty coloured ribbons of red that tie up in your hair
You sing
You skip
You play around , with the joys and sounds of laughter
You'll be loved today
You'll be loved tomorrow, until forever after
Kicking stones is one way to pass time
Other times will be riding the bike
There are many ways that you can find
Take a walk through town and see the signs
Then going out on some friendly hike
Hanging with friends after the bell ring
Then playing some sports shortly after
And go to see the newest showing
Having sodas, popcorn, gum chewing
And just have fun, joking and laughter
Sometimes the circus follows the fun
kids go crazy, parents hysterics
it's a joyful time for everyone
reasons and purpose that they all come
laughter clowns caused ... just silly antics.
There's a park near town where fun is found
and a swimming pool for fools like us
a park, a pool, and a spacious ground
play soccer, football, or play around
a place of Arithmetic, A-Plus.
I live in a "Mean Peoplez Zone"
soou
leave me alone: I'll introduce
to you to my dad Miezzer.
So stringy is he
and I'll let you see: he's
so
cheap he waits for clothes to go
on sale at goodwill. he told a story
of aman who used a elk, deer and
moose to stem cell meat for cheep.
They only asked me was it gamey
he said. " Nah: Nah, the fella spoke
real quality meat!
Now course you gotta put alotta
garlic onions
and horseradish and stuff
on it not to taste the
woods and grasseyness
other than that it's real quality meats,
gamey no, no i
Wouldn't play around with
something a foolish as that "
niw myself I like the straps from the leather
it's a savings bonanza.
Son of the Scarecrow
I had a cat, a large one
I thought I loved the cat
The cat thought he loved me too!
Then, one day,
They took the cat away
The cat, with the bassinet, the little furry presence
And Sameeha’s science club chapstick
And I thought I was kissing scientific a book cover
Where he is artistic in a beauty in the other way, rare.
It was a cat. After all, it was just a cat
It had the nicest jacket ,
with hoodies on,
the cat used to sit on time,
the cat
And it had the fish, tummy time, happy face, and everything first time
For I never yearn to come back! For there, to chime!
It is just a known type of pain that I knew for far too long!
On a question paper, pm time, departmental too
Dealey Plaza, are you keeping right on the still unresolved Elm street?
Heavenly God , do you play around heavenly to utter Godsay, is your slip
Where you do not know usually after or before the strait the gate
You never knew Jack Ruby and you never knew Oswald
So you never knew other than too much other than, Please, other tall!
Where are you staying these days? Are you doing fine? Send me letters.
One twilight hue rejoiced with the whimsical hand fan, bought from fair
How is that doing at your hand so late at night, like this? Send me letters.
Which page on the calendar is grieving with me, absorbed
Bright eyes, chanting gazes, yearn there as they adore you. Send me letters.
Which word muses along as hours pass, they play around as the day progresses?
Which memory plays it safe , whispering to be soaked in floodgate of the lovers’ lane?
Send me letters . Send me letters, Send me letters,
Or else, not any more words to forbid, cuddle time with oblivion to chime
The loser was this, me, who is relevant , there to be?
Even though I loved thee to find only mistakes with me. Mistake, mistake.
The gone astray dandelion, and the pollen, sprinkler delight within
My killer noises of the solitude, noon hours, through my five, What else , anyway?
In one life , wastage , how much of that will there be, anymore, anyhow?
One Beatrice , to inflict heartache, how much pain of that will there be, anymore, anyhow?
I wrote a piece for someone
My bluebird, whom I love
It's dedicated to her
She fits me like a glove
It took a while to write it
I had to think it through
And play around with sections
All while I thought of you
And when the last note sounded
I knew the piece was done
For in my heart resounded
The echo, she's the one
War News
(Hospital Bombing)
Miracle Man
October 25, 2023
Much broadcast news tends to border a lie,
when the truth fits much better I oft wonder why.
Much news has a slant meant to benefit a view,
some dig through the archives airing it as new.
Too many choose to play around with the truth,
but changing one fact makes it all an untruth.
In order to air first many grab a story and run,
Others repeat and find later the story was spun.
A 'G
A 'G Is a star
He shines so bright
He stands tall among the rest
His heart is full of love
His mind is blessed with care
He is a blessing to his people
He got the power to save through his talents
He never disappoints were he was born
He takes his culture every were he goes
He represents his generation with great value
A 'G never die even when he is dead
Cos after he is gone
He still lives in the heart of his people
A'G
A'G is royal and honest
He never play around like a fool
He lives above his times on earth
Some G dont grow old
But their legacy live forever
So are you a G
Or
Are you below your star
A'G could be you
A real G Is so brave
He can't be seen without his actions
He is always creative and never stops
He always fight for his people
Protecting and loving his culture
He is one of the best characteristics human
Alot of them don't live long
Cos the world is so evil to let them
Die so soon
Women are the Misery of Men
by M. Griswold
07062023
Women are the misery of men to the bitter end.
We then spend our entire life try'n to get back in.
We are born from a of which we came.
Then labor all our lives to return to it, once again.
How dumb a man to waste all that time and space.
How silly he is, to give space to the all that waste.
And yet, he turns to the hormonal twist and swerves,
To play around with his emotion's passions curves.
All for a women, how stupid he is for all of his lust.
How ignorant is the misery of this, a biology must.
For one with out the other leaves a man in the dust.
But the company of a woman is life's miseries disgust.
Thump goes the dead bass drum
A steady rhythm in my chest,
As the melody starts to hum
My achin' bones wanna rest,
Still, my old soul jumps alive
When those swingin' beats begin,
These achin' joints they do thrive
With my jaw's widenin' grin,
'Round my skull digs that jive
Just wait 'til it finds my chin,
Dyin' songs waitin' to be heard
Sounds of the soul deep within,
Dancin' notes play around word
A remedy already under my skin.
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