Stephanie did not know about sausage gravy
Until she decided to join the US Navy.
What is this delicious stuff? She asked her first mate.
Biscuits and gravy; ain’t it enormously great?
She wanted gravy on her eggs, gravy on her toast.
She loved sausage gravy so much, actually the most.
I want gravy in my coffee and gravy in my tea!
She was a six hundred pounder when she decided to marry Lee.
Victorious , crowned by your very name
Honoring your name each and every day
With your kindness you live up to the fame
If you fail you will never avoid the blame
You will pick yourself up and find a way
Victorious , crowned by your very name
Humble, no false pride would you claim
From this narrow path you refuse to stray
With your kindness you live up to the fame
In all your dealings I can't find any shame
Life can never be seen as a game we play
Victorious , crowned by your very name
The uneasiness I feel you're able to tame
Just with a look or a nice word you say
With your kindness you live up to the fame
All your greatness and sweetnessi proclaim
You are a sculptor and life is a piece of clay
Victorious , crowned by your very name
With your kindness you live up to the fame
Like Listening to Stephanie Ruhle
You will never find us ever being a fool;
This is why we listen to Stephanie Ruhle;
Such a sight;
Does enlight,
And never like Trump has she been cruel.
Jim Horn
Just after diagnosis with MS,
Stephanie took injections,
Beta interferon injections,
Which saw her to Beijing.
She was originally, in the past,
A British team swimmer,
A really good swimmer,
So she continued on in the Paras.
2010 and the World Champs,
Held in the city of Eindhoven,
In Holland, where lies Eindhoven,
Holland is also called the Netherlands.
There Stephanie won five silvers,
Plus one very sure bronze,
Proud of that bronze,
So she qualified for the Euros.
2011 and in Berlin, DE,
Stephanie won three golds,
Add two silvers onto these golds,
To get the result.
At the London Paralympics,
Stephanie won four silvers,
Three were individual silvers,
Plus one 4x100m relay bronze.
In 2013, the Worlds, Montreal,
Golds: Stephanie won four,
Her prides came to four,
Plus one shining silver.
Then 2014 at the Euros,
In Eindhoven she sealed six golds,
Add one silver onto these golds,
And also one bronze.
In Rio Stephanie won two more golds,
One for the 100m backstroke,
No more an S9, now S8 backstroke,
And one for the 4x100m medley relay.
As we pass through life,
most of the people we meet
simply splash off us like raindrops,
ephemeral and inconsequential;
many become casual acquaintances,
very few become life-long friends.
Then there are those unique ones
we come to know who re-define
our chemistry, who deepen our perceptions,
our insights and our feelings, and help
us to see colors more clearly
than ever before.
You are very special,
and I thank the spirits, whatever they may be,
for the opportunity to be your friend.
'Friendship is a Multitude.'
Thank you always
and unforgettably
for yours.
As we pass through life,
most of the people we meet
simply splash off us like raindrops,
ephemeral and inconsequential;
some become casual acquaintances,
very few become life-long friends.
Then there are those unique ones
we come to know who re-define
our chemistry, who deepen our perceptions,
our insights and our feelings, and help
us to see colors more clearly
than ever before.
You are very special,
and I thank the spirits, whatever they may be,
for the opportunity to be your friend.
'Friendship is a Multitude.'
Thank you always
and unforgettably
for yours.
As we pass through life,
most of the people we meet
simply splash off us like raindrops,
ephemeral and inconsequential;
many become casual acquaintances,
very few become life-long friends.
Then there are those unique ones
we come to know who re-define
our chemistry, who deepen our perceptions,
our insights and our feelings, and help
us to see colors more clearly
than ever before.
You are very special,
and I thank the spirits, whatever they may be,
for the opportunity to be your friend.
'Friendship is a Multitude.'
Thank you always
and unforgettably
for yours.
Will the spell she casts
In time be broken?
And the pain that lingers
Be the token
Of a soul once whole
Left torn and broken?
All hopes placed on the morrow
And that time will heal
Such pain and sorrow
As of now and forever be
Nightly dreams bestow on me
Visions of my Stephanie
there is no one like Stephanie
she must be God’s epiphany
not only did he break the mold
he forged her heart of solid gold
More lovely than a sunburst with hair of fiery red
How radiant, how beautiful, how dear cannot be said
Her big green eyes can hypnotize like owls catch your gaze
Big apple of my everything, the eye of all amaze
As high as I can place you on a cloud of my adore
You rise above all measure, and I love you even more
As bright a star as I can see in all the milky way
You outshine every means of light in every single way
Whatever frame of time you have, whatever tray of hope
Cup of courage or compassion, ounce of cheer, wisp of care
You offer up in kindness for whatever be the need
A little joy, a spot of tea, reward is here nor there
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
I sit and wait
The hands of the clock move slowly forward
Already five minutes late
What is the delay, maybe the car he borrowed
Has broken down, so I sit and wait.
He left my Mam and me
A new family for him these days
Supposedly he must come and see
That I am alright, though he doesn’t pay
I sit and wait
All dressed up as though I care
Bathed and dressed in Sunday best
Hair washed a ribbon added to give flair
I sit and wait again
As I have done many times before
An hour has passed once more no show
I sit and wait
How many times is this allowed to go
When can I not get ready for my Dad
He walked away and broke my heart
From now on a new life I will start
No more waiting for his time to come
Dad’s life, I am no longer a part
Mam and I have a new home
I sit and wait no more
This time he came
No longer had I waited
I was not at home
In his life I no longer participate
I sit and wait no more.
Penned February 2nd 2014
Inspired by the painting by Stephanie Deshpande - Waiting
this is not what i wanted
this pain in my heart
all i do is wonder
is there pain in her heart
this dark cloud i'm under
follows me day and night
and there's something inside of me
screaming somethings not right
this is not lonliness
but something new
this is how i feel
when i cannot be with you
(inspired by, "Better, The Devil You Know")
I know not of this feeling, that dwells inside my breast
This bittersweet sensation that will not let me rest.
It started with a smile you threw one day when you passed by
And lingers long beyond that time, and I'm not sure why
I know a lot of girls but never have I felt like this
Never have I fantasized about a single kiss
Of course I know it cannot be, we live two different lives
Yours where wishes always grow, while mine fight to survive
The paths we walk are not the same, destined not to meet
The dreams I carry in my heart will never be complete
I'm sure that I'll get over you, forget what could have been
And wonder what it would be like, to be sixteen again
Will the spell she casts
In time be broken?
And the pain that lingers
Be the token
Of a soul once whole
Left torn and broken?
All hopes placed on the morrow
And that time will heal
Such pain and sorrow
As of now and forever be
Nightly dreams bestow on me
Visions of
My Stephanie
Written By Glenn McCrary & Jacqueline Webb
Softly, I noticed my Juliet’s skin flush;
Our sudden amour made her red----
And ripe as a peach,
Ready to fall off the branch.
Struck by curiosity I caressed her cheeks
The contact triggering chills down the spine.
Leaning into her,
I tip my tongue for a taste
To experience the flavor
that lies within those lips.
Oh, how hot the sensation!
It was a reverie many a man would die for
(and had died for)
That sizzled between us.
Like falling in love with a stranger
I'm all alone in a dark alley.
I wish to be in a green valley
where people live within
instead of a cold dark alley.
But in real life,
I'm all alone in the night.
All cold and sad.
It's all bad and I'm mad.
It's all dark and scary.
I wish I had a bud named Larry
even though it would be worse
unless I don't have a curse.
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