Children add charm to the house
A source of happiness and togetherness for spouse
Parents' love has no limit and end
It's always true,they never pretend
The love is equal for one and all
Whether big,Whether small
All are dearest, without doubt
It's the affection, all about
Those who need attention more
Feel neglected to the core
He who is loved more
Is weak and timid,for sure
For the parent, all are equal
Love and care,are same as sequel
Which one do you love more?
One may ask,amongst the four
It's a question, obvious for a parent
If one feels,the love is apparent
Parents' love has no boundary
It's always equal, all and sundry
Parents' love is always a blessing
It's genuine, that goes without saying...
They choose life this way
always taking from others.
A huge price awaits.
.
Bam
into
the tender
(i meant timber)
he plow'd hiz wedge
Bam
One of my first poems
resurfaces in my mind
as I recall my
beginnings as a Poet
I reminisce about
peaceful times when
Peace and Harmony
were plentiful, bountiful
It's amazing how things
can filter through your thoughts
causing emotions
that surreptitiously cement
your current actions
It is all one
big joy ride
that convalesces through
existential surroundings
bound by convictions
that put you in a place
that is calm, serene
Dodgers in five. Yankee fans weep.
Four times Freddie Freeman went deep.
We hope to see you here
again, this time next year.
Duke and Mickey go back to sleep.
Jailed for the will to be jailed
Kids shouldn’t play with fire
But they do, and of course they fail
In full conscious of mad desire
What now, will you write a sequel
To Servantes’s Don Quixote
Lots of tyres around every mill
A borsch with pampushka you’ve got
There’ll be Ursula of Brussels
The lady you wish to know better
There’ll be most malign old fossils
You must kill them, then go to get her
Or maybe you’ll call it a day
And give it all up, my brave kid
You’ve said what you needed to say
No one wanted, but you did
Like a moth to the flame you flew
To explain the obvious – why?
Suicidal truth suits a rare few
For the rest the price is too high.
This is a serious question,
I don't want to cause a stink,
but how can you really tell
when you're out of invisible ink?
Scientists ask great questions.
They don't do it for a lark.
We know about the speed of light
so, what's the speed of dark?
The car mechanic called me
while I was eating some clam chowder.
He said I can't fix your brakes,
so I made your horn louder.
The paranormal world is fascinating,
it really is so grand.
All those who believe in psychokinesis:
go ahead and raise my hand.
I remember when the candle shop burned down.
The firemen arrived without delay.
Everyone in the crowd stood around
and started singing Happy Birthday.
I like to watch new movies.
They often start the latest trends.
But if Barbie is so popular,
why do you have to buy her friends?
I have failed at many things.
Often times I've cried.
If at first you don't succeed,
destroy all evidence that you tried.
Life is one great big adventure.
It's all about what we do.
So, if at first you don't succeed,
then skydiving's not for you.
.
...hers still
wraps 'round mine
like the noodle
loving my back
tug'n on my
tresses
even as i
speak
through
mine
tap
tap
tap
me
')
Written By: D. Collins 10/12/23
Is depriving people of food, fuel, and water genocide?
With no reporters in Gaza and the world lets it slide.
It is easy to look away as if a slaughter isn’t about to happen.
The reason I know it so, is because it’s happened since 1947.
Does bulldozing homes sound like war to any of you?
It’s more of a scorched earth approach from my view.
All the photo props telling Israel America has their back.
Cutting off food to children! I’m not down with that.
What war crime could possibly put that to shame?
I can only think of one but won’t mention names.
The war isn’t about Hamas, but to eradicate the people.
As they snatch more land ensure there will be no sequel.
Yesterday’s blessing came from Charles Darwin
who, you may remember, expressed it far better than I can….
when he said:
The love of all living creatures
is the most noble attribute of man….
And I spoke for Mr. Darwin
when I said knew through evolution he would be remiss
If he didn’t add women and LGBTQIA+ people to that list.
I didn’t add this to yesterday’s blessing
because I didn’t think I needed to…
but I fear some people have forgotten…
how we are creatures too.
Who's that swell-dressed, well-developed lady
Struttin' round the old North Pole?
Well, bless my soul!
That's Mrs. Santa.
You'd hardly recognize her.
Lookin' like a million-dollar baby,
Heatin' up the cold North Pole.
Back in control,
That's Mrs. Santa.
She's had a transformation.
She was always short and plump but pretty,
Matronly, a "six" at best.
But after just a month in New York City,
She came back slenderized,
And glamorized,
And tantalizing as Ms. Mae West.
Now they're doin' fine up there in their icy palace
Where she outshines the aurora borealis,
And Santa's one happy gent,
In debt, but more than content
That it was money well-spent
To reinvent Mrs. Santa.
A sequel To My testimony
Written By: Miracle Man
9/8/2022
Once my test had come and passed,
the memory of one young nurse remains.
I related to Ericka God’s hand in my life,
how He had released me from sin’s chains.
Sometimes my test meant death facing,
and I am what I am only by His grace.
I’ll let my life be the sermon I preach,
until the time I meet Jesus face to face.
Written after being in the hospital for 23 days.
Miracle Man
Yesterday, on my morning walk,
(as usual…this happens by chance)
I wrote a poem about nature…
and her language of romance.
It was a short poem that I finished early…
(I don’t mean to gloat)
so I took the time left walking
to read the words I wrote.
I wrote about the birds in the sky
and the creatures that inhabit the seas
I wrote about the flowers and the mountains…
the rivers and the trees.
I originally only mentioned the wind
and the messages all of the above contain…
but when I reached the part about the wind…
out of nowhere it began to rain.
from the raindrops falling on my head…
I was able to ascertain
nature was trying to tell me something,,,
this was a message from the rain.
So I immediately added rain into my poem…
and, with part of my walk still remaining,
like magic…as quickly as it began…
it immediately stopped raining.
So it seems…even though I cannot speak the language of nature…
(which I consider a great loss)
sometimes nature finds a way…
to get her point across.
VISIONS OF YOU THE SEQUEL SCENE THREE
Visions of you are forever mine
Visions of you are my kind
Visions of you are like silk and lace
Visions of you are like a warm embrace
Visions of you got me rocking and reeling
Visions of you give me a loving feeling
Visions of you are like a passionate dream
Visions of you are so sweet it seems
Visions of you are like a "Mona Lisa" painted
Visions of you are clear and untainted
Visions of you are like fresh flowers
Visions of you are long lasting for hours
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