There's one special photo I've treasured
most of all across my many years.
It represents the epitome of love and freedom.
It's a memento of my role model,
someone who valued friendship,
who loved to travel and keep busy.
It's a photo of timelessness,
of memories that refuse to dim.
Memories of a grand-mother who
taught her little grand-daughter
precious skills carried through life.
I have one toe that goes above its job.
The digit developed a way to give
pleasure if merely squeezed on its wee tip.
Like whenever someone plays with my hair,
massages my receptive neck or back,
it’s a prized oh-ew-ah-oh-ahhh affair.
I appreciate it so, but that bratty toe
withholds unless another does the squeeze
and my other thinks I caught an odd disease.
Saccharine safe
Saffron salute
Sagacious salving
Samely similar
So sentimental
Serene signal
Sweet sincerity
Stubborn skies submit;
since senses sensed space,
shines steadily strong.
Soft sparkles stray ~
sometimes slowly.
Still spread still—
so sovereign,
so special.
Orange cars are on their way
Pavement slabs are sinking
Water streams in disarray
Rather I’d be drinking
But today I have no wine
And I’m short on beer
Come to share my tea with thyme
Time to take a veer
In the autumnal decay
Feeling very sober
For today’s a special day
The fifth of October
Here’s the best news of the world
Back in times of peace
Zep came out with their third
Genesis released
Selling England, Elton John
Said goodbye to his
Yellow road he walked upon
Quite a date this is.
My special aunt loved
life in the open country-
city bus made runs to town.
I loved to visit
we would cook, laugh and dress up-
then take city bus to town.
The sorrow came from heart
Appearing to my face and emotion
Try to hide it
But the cut is so deep it shows to my tears
Dropping down to my cheeks
Wishing it could be different
But luck was not present at at this moment
Where are you luck?
Why are you not here?
What are you doing at this moment
Hiding from me?
My life was bitter
Looking for something new
That ease the pain that I feel for quite sometimes
The paradise was far yet
Wanting to go there
And embrace the new journey of a life time
Galaxies zoom through Outerspace
At incredible speeds
Our Solar system revolves within the Milky Way
At enormous speed
Earth spins around the Sun
Pretty fast
And at the “center” of God’s creation
I’m reassured that everyone needs a little breather
So just exhale and sigh,
“Ahhhhhhhhh”
My Love promises are to honor and be true, and never make me blue.
My Love makes promises that are so beautiful they make my heart pump with intense excitement.
Excitement of love and life, that make all of my fears take flight. Like the birds flying around, I feel like I am floating on air.
Like the wings of love are in flight, making everything look like sweet delight.
Love with promises are so nice, they make life have a path that we follow through all of life’s journeys.
Love is so special, it finds us in ways only God intended. Making each of us have so many special moments, bringing us to our forever love.
May all of our moments in this life, make our days sweet as my love makes me feel.
Prayers to God, today and always.
Every privilege demands responsibility
To yourself, to your family and to others
The most privilege is to obey and serve God
For we have a soul for eternal salvation
For the soul is boundless and andless entity
Each has his own worth and accountability
Be sure to have an eternal insurance joyfully
Not nashing of teeth in the judgment day
Our title, our wealth, our profession is nil
Unless you are sure to hit the target of life
And that is to arrive your place of refuge surely
Life has given three scores and ten years
To find the salvation of your soul perfectly
For there is always a law of dimishing return
Life comes in this world weak and ends weak
We don't brag of what we have but be humble
For we came nothing and end nothing
But the soul whose real face all at the end
Give accounting and will face the judgment.
special delivery the snail-man said as he came up the walk
the recipient was so surprised, she forgot how to talk
the letter had been mailed from Viet Nam in seventy-two
How many years back? Let’s see…..fifty-two
what kept you? she asked, her fingers shaking the envelope.
I brought it straight to you, said the snail, thinking she was a dope.
He had brought it to her as fast as he could and on the double.
Maybe hiring snails to deliver mail is asking for some kind of trouble.
I want tonight to be the night
The one that we keep insight
A forever moment cherished in time
The work is done, and the hill is climbed
One special evening with you cradled in my arms
I’ve fallen for your unique and beautiful charms
Now I need to show you my light inside
From a heart that nearly died
You are my everything
And I can’t wait to hear you sing
Just this once baby girl I want you to know
I need us to take it ever so slow
Please let me be your person of trust
My everything for you is an absolute must
I want tonight to be the night
The one that we keep insight
One special evening with you cradled in my arms
I’ve fallen for your unique and beautiful charms
Her eyes shone in the evening light
Capturing the magic of the setting sun
And releasing their own beauty
No, she cannot hide it
Nor would she ever want to
The power of the heavens and beauty of her heart
They combine to create a woman never seen before
One of unlimited grace and beauty
As well as the strongest spirit of any before her
The world should feel lucky that she chose
This time in this space of this reality
A time we needed someone just like her
© Poem – X/VIII/MMXXV
LRET
Here's account of pleasure past,
As through it we are taken,
Not our eye but by our souls
Our memories past awaken,
Untouched, unchanged, vaults of time,
Will always remain unshaken,
For if it is that moment nears
To make a choice and change the years,
Defining who you are in here
The answer's never, ever, fear.
Lost in woe for thee we mourn,
We do not ask, we are not torn,
We only see the light anew,
In our hearts,
A special place for you.
Ryne Sandberg has passed away
For this special soul, baseball prays
One year he could not give his all every day
What’d he do? ~ He gave back his pay*
____________________________________
*That year, Ryne had inked a contract for the
highest single-year salary every paid a base-
ball player to that point in time. Approximate-
ly 8.7 million dollars. He left the team in June,
returning all of his unearned salary to his
astonished team, the Chicago Cubs.
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