MY LETTER TO HEAVEN
Dear Shari, up in heaven's height,
I sent this letter, just to test the flight!
How fast does mail go, ethereal and grand?
(I'm hoping quicker than this mortal land.)
It doesn't get easier, no, not a bit,
This earthly chaos, I'm throwing a fit!
I bet you're spinning, a celestial spree,
"WTF?" you're saying, "What's wrong with thee?"
You're rolling in your grave, a ghostly shake,
Watching the madness, for goodness' sake!
If you were here, you'd join the mad parade,
Or maybe just laugh, at the mess we've made.
Happy Birthday, Shari, beyond the blue,
Tell God I'm waiting, it's overdue!
My blessing's delayed, a heavenly glitch,
He's probably scrolling, ignoring my pitch.
Sweden today
What happened to Sweden throwing off her neutrality like it was an old overcoat and to make matters worse joining old NATO, that is a moribund military organization.
I remember Ingrid Bergman, a great actress when I see her, I wonder, why Ricky had
a nightclub in Casablanca
There were many famous Swedes, such as Alfred Nobel, and Ingmar Bergman, and not forget Birgitte Nielsen married to an actor named Rocky Stalone, a screen hero
I remember Malmo where I bought coffee cups
With flowers on, now this town is full of angry belligerent Islamists wanting to enforce Shari law and run around with big knives
Of course, there is the forever teenager Greta Thunberg who wears a permanent scowl when marching in protest against the EU or if not something else; one wishes, she would fall in love, have sex with a young man, and go back to school
Not Happy
This morning on a site. we saw the hotel where
Hemingway stayed to write an important book
We wait to see which bed he slept in, also
it is an ad when a site feels the need to out-basing
such triviality
In the newspaper, that day was struck the sameness
how articles were written "We need to talk about"
and so on
We are told of a Ukraine war, not the reason only
that Russia wants the rest of Europe and other
blatant lies
Any critical observation about Israel is dismissed
out of hand as anti-Semitic, censoring our minds
when not asking the obvious questions
In Holland, farms are closed to give land to new
towns filled with people who hate the West and
wants to declare Shari law
A replacement of old stock, planned by George Soros
and other, ill-meaning people
In the meantime, the cold wind has ceased, and the flowers
on the balcony sing towards the sun, as we are told
we will have nothing and be happy about it
No acknowledgement could be
commensurate nar e'er
equivalent to countless years (scores of orbitz
of unexplored wonder) – left...
(with millstones around neck)
to atrophy on severe truncated
limb mitts, now cause
for silent lachrymose as this
brother doth brook a wake
his pained self actualization
(particularly predicated on
decade number six
unavoidably approaching) uptake
analogous to 2001 A Space Odyssey,
when closing scene
of the film - image of embryonic
"Starchild" left a slake
king unshakable reverberation
Also Sprach Zarathustra
echoing in me noggin since
opening soundtrack did quake
of a much younger self, when seeing
the movie did overtake
puzzlement until I read the book
"aha" awareness did make
that minor mystery resolved, and
now childhood's end keepsake
recalled as the time thy vulnerable
psychological state did intake
pelting asteroid storm cratering a boy
who shied away, to forsake
growing up, and now haunted (akin
to ghost of Marley) not "FAKE"
shackled to an un freed spirit, that
got squelched as if a sudden brake
got jammed propelling this then puny
body electric...now doth ache.
Just because an impetus arose
Thank dog, and cat,
no pet tee filed - late fee
incurred from this
sole heir, matted son
Avenue of Harris communique
to his youngest sister
busy as a queen bee,
her name mentioned
backwards solely for
wry ming sense – re:
garding Dunning-Harris Shari:
Not there need not
be any clear cut,
nor cloudy total
reason to bolster wee
kind fortitude to write
an email (albeit
with my characteristic
trademark rhyme) to in vite
my own impetus to dash
off a friendly hello
in a gentle
effort to unite
sibling camaraderie,
whether this
material in question
profound or trite
with no pro noun
sub bull adverbial,
or adjectival intent,
and of course nada spite,
this exercise to compose,
whatever occurs within
mum mind quite
likely to concern
general circumstances,
rather than touch upon
any single plight
since, an easily educated guess
can paint (no Norman...
Walk with me and stand by my side,
Hold my hand and be my guide,
Stay with me throughout of it all,
Catch me when I am begin to fall,
Hold me when I am feeling down,
Make me smile when ever I frown,
Wipe my tears when I begin to cry,
Give me strength when I begin to sigh,
Love me even when I’m wrong or right,
Be my savior all through the night,
Help me see the mistakes that I make,
Forgive me for things I may do or say,
So if there is a time I may ask too much,
Grant me with your warm special touch,
Watch over me and keep safe from harm,
If I don’t fall I’ll know I’m in your arms …
Written by Shari D Aughtman
10/15/2008
this task to write thee (whom papa dust envy) difficult,
though aye selflessly assigned
thy beautiful daughter, whose sunny countenance
doth doubly (even donning sunglasses) blind
how charming, fixating, intoxicating...
as if an exquisite meal I dined
and lack of summoning chutzpah,
foie grassy us joie de vivre,
a handsome lad will inevitably find
cuz, a profuse heart wrenching
envious emotions seemed to sneak up from be hind
and said metaphorical sparring resulted
in figurative sadness with deep grooves a lined
the contours of my entire corporeal flesh and bone,
but tis no intent, casting darkness,
where your ecstasy under mind
my existence appears so bland opined
from this papa, whose aspiration
to peal back cerebral rind
doth spur only positive words
(courtesy of shari, andy, marleigh...)
a gordian knot within me gets en twined
to explore places far and wide
as planet earth doth wind
around the sun - millions of years from now
twill become resigned.
She is so naughty,
If she smiles it seems pretty
When she walks on the meadow street,
The surrounding nature wants to do her tweet.
Once she was wearing a purple coloured shari,
The passers by started to make hurry;
She was wearing a necklace on her neck
Her silky hair was resting on her back.
She was holding a purple coloured bag,
Her legs were making zigzag,
She had put a small tip on her forehead
The photographers are running for their add.
If she gives a smile,
Someone's heart will be ready for exile.
Our Religious Inheritance
Our cultural Christianity has become Meaningless
Don`t think about it
God is all forgiving
Lukewarm morning piss has our beliefs became
We make fun of vicars
Other denominations laugh at our religion
Try telling a joke about an Imam
Or for that matter a Rabbi
You will be called an anti this and that.
There is a vacuum and into it, Islam has stepped
People need religion
To worship to a hard power
It is a mystery why
But to stop this Muslim faith we have to build
A wall of Christianity
And be forceful and demanding
If not the Shari law awaits
Stop them Now
I have an itch it breaks out in a red rash, been to the doctor
who says I’m suffering from an attack of Islam- phobia which
manifest itself with a strong antipathy against people who
drink sweet tea and not are willing to swill beer like us.
They also dress strange when going to the mosque, that is
ok, it only when they talk about Shari laws I feel as they are
trying to convert us to their way of thinking.
This is my country too I do not want it taken over by people
who represent another culture.
That is why I protest and march in the street, it is not about
Anti- Semitic, Anti- whatever feelings I, like my friends, are not
for bending to a way of life that is alien to us. We did not
have a revolution to let a group of fundamentalist be given
or handed over to a group of nutcases.
As the summer breeze blows through the air
I can feel your presence, I know you are there
As the summer breeze blows across the sea
I can feel your presence, it overwhelms me
As the summer breeze blows around the earth
I can feel your presence as I did at your birth
As the summer breeze blows through the trees
I can feel your presence from my head to my knees
As the summer breeze blows across my face
I can feel your presence though
You're in another place
As the summer breeze blows half past seven
I can feel your presence even though you're in Heaven
As the summer breeze blows and leaves entangle
I can feel your presence my sweet little Angel
As the summer breeze blows the tears now start
I can feel your presence within my heart
Copyright © 1998 Shari E Davis
My heart's knocking on your heart's door
Your heart has never heard this knock before
My heart keeps knocking again and again
But your heart is scared and won't let me in
As the days go by and your heart gets to know mine
Our hearts will become intertwined
Our love will grow like a blossoming flower
Love will unleash its ultimate power
The next time my heart knocks on your heart's door
You won't have to ask what I'm knocking for
You won't be afraid to let my heart in
You will finally be ready to let love begin
Copyright © 1999 Shari E Davis
The warmth of your body next to me at night
The strength of your arms holding me tight
The softness of your lips as they kiss mine
The twinkle in your eyes as they shine
The peace that overcomes me as I lay on your chest
The sound of your heartbeat helps me to rest
The tenderness I feel in your gentle touch
The feeling inside me that I love so much
The happiness surrounding you that I see
The sound of your voice when you speak to me
The reassurance that I feel as you hold me close
The warm fuzzy feeling from my head to my toes
The hope for our future to be everlasting
The love in your heart that’s there for the asking
The chance of a lifetime to be happy with you
The reasons are clear for why I’m here loving you
It’s Your Love
Shari E Davis
I'm sorry I do things to make you mad
But sometimes you do things to make me sad
Maybe we're trying too hard not to hurt one another
We need to be honest if we want to go any further
Let's share our feelings like we share our love
We can always draw on strength from above
We've come too far to mess things up
We need to remember why we fell in love
Our feelings are important and sometimes get hurt
We must talk things out, that is for sure
No secrets, no lies or before we know it
Too much time will pass by and we may forget
Bad things could happen and life could get rough
We may even find that we fall out of love
Copyright © 2000 Shari E Davis
How I wish for a day that you could find
Some way to tell me what's on your mind
Why can't you tell me your thoughts at hand
It's something that I just don't understand
You choose to keep your thoughts bottled up
It's like you only tell me what you think is enough
It's time to tell you, yes it's time you knew
I have a few secrets too
I don't always tell you the thoughts that I have
Yes it's true that secrets are not only kept by you
Sometimes I keep secrets too
It's not the same as telling a lie
It's merely letting your thoughts float by
How do I tell you of the sadness you bring
These feelings I have are so frustrating
I don't want to hurt you or cause you any pain
By telling you my secrets I'd have nothing to gain
Copyright © 2002 Shari E Davis
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