Two brothers, Darren and Steve
Living fifty five years, with a loving
Dad and Mum, at their home which
Seems more than just a building to
Them, Dad and Mum have both passed
On, rules state the building can only be
Given into the same familiy once.' Which
Happened when their Dad died first I would reason as two become one.' The
Same name.' How could it be.? The landlord havebury is seeking to evict them
Steve however has special needs.' Darren
Thinks it will destroy him' As you know I am trying to help the Mitchell familiy near
Southhampton England on my blog, of
Which i have only one.' But seeing these
Brothers and i can only think a hard hearted descision by a judge at law to allow them to be removed, i ask for a change of decsision by Havebury in this
Case..Have a heart Havebury, let them be.'
Something to know about Steve
He was born lacking some teeth
But he is proud
Of his shiny smile
Compliments of golden fillings
I first heard of you through Mona’s voice,
a whisper of blood, a tale of kin—
yet when I stood in Apple Park,
I saw the magician the world had awaited.
Your genius was wrapped in simplicity,
a quiet flame burning brighter than kings.
From a garage of humble dust,
you carved an empire of glass and light.
You gave us touch,
a screen that kissed the soul,
and in that silent gesture
you changed the fate of humankind.
They named you CEO of the Decade,
they crowned you with medals of nations,
but your truest crown
was the wonder in our hands.
Each iPhone, each Mac—
an elegy, a relic,
a proof that vision bends the world.
O Steve, when I pass through Silicon Valley,
your words still echo like prophecy:
“Innovation distinguishes
between a leader and a follower.”
Now, each time my fingers touch the screen,
they touch the ghost of your genius—
and whisper, thank you.
cheese
the cheese is wet
covered in wet
i am wet
i am cheese
melt
i ,am steve...
Written: April 12, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones
Stevie Wonder Song ( Superstition )
****************
When you cling to ideas you don't understand,
The void spins its webs, and shadows dance.
Superstition is a paranormal phenomenon in hand,
Guiding principles through a mystical trance.
Dusty recordings echoed his soul's scream,
The keys beneath his fingertips emit pure light.
Rhythms pulsate as if it were all a dream,
Breaking free from the curse of the night.
A soundtrack composed of visions so bright,
Stevie's voice breaks through the foggy haze.
Escaping the confines of the tangible sound might,
Revealing discomfort in remarkable ways.
Wonders emerge with every chord played,
Beyond where our senses can perceive or touch.
Harmony conquers any fears displayed,
Opening pathways to optimism and such.
Old Steve was a marvelous kitty
But what happened to Steve was a pity
He was born in a barn
On a twelve-acre farm
His career was chasing the vermin
Long before he met Farmer Herman
But the farmer had plans
To abandon his lands
And take Steve on the road
For a debt never owed
The dismay, the humiliation, the shame
No one but the farmer to blame
A talking cat!
Who would imagine that?
Poor Steve was in shambles
Through their countryside rambles
Forced into the spotlight
Performing was his plight
That is, until one precious night
The night he met lovely Hayden
The beautiful Calico maiden
It was love at first sight
Paw-in-paw they took flight
The farmer left holding the bag
And Old Steve, that scallywag
Well, he being feline
With his honey made a beeline
Not back to the farm
Where they might come to some harm
No, they fled to the city
Where Old Steve could just be a kitty.
Eden's fruit gleams red —
Knowledge wounds deeper and sharper than now
Silicon dreams wake
Gravity's whisper
Via a slew of logical falls
Into neural nets
Jobs' crystal garden
Where aluminium meets glass
Future blooms within
Digital serpents
Now weave through quantum orchards
Teaching metal minds
Machine-wisdom fruit
Ripens on carbon branches
Beyond human reach
Paradise regained?
Or wandering circuits that learn
To think like gods do?
Can a song be so sad it becomes beautiful?
A record listened to with such incessance
Its needle scratches and wobbles
Becomes desperate new notes for the melody?
The song unrecognizable to the listener
Without its own personalized warp
From a thousand roundabout journeys?
Try
Hurrah For The Riff Raff’s Good Time Blues (An Outlaw’s Lament)
Or their Ogallala
Try on Steve Earle’s Last Words
Or St. Vincent’s Smoking Section
All these songs make me turn my head
And cry
When I’m around others
Otherwise if I’m all alone
I stare ahead in stoned silence
No Expectations is another
Mick and Keith say that day in the studio
Was the last time
They ever saw blurry-eyed original Brian Jones
Alive
Bent over his guitar with his steel finger slide
Finding and gliding his long long regrets
Up and down his bent strings
As the boy watched his peace of mind packed up
For the last time
Adding his own final warped words
From a piece of steel to carved hollow wood
His swan song for the Stones
That Keith and Mick thought they wrote
Made his own
Immortal
And beautiful.
High atop our chimney breast,
Lives Steve Seagull upon his nest.
He’s a highly trained, bombing master,
Atop my rooftop, his name spells disaster.
If you’re like me, and live down by the sea,
You’d better hide quick, and find the nearest tree.
He thinks the seaside sky’s his domain,
And his mission is to cause both misery and pain.
Steve seagull, he dominates his space,
As you take leave of your house, of your place.
He swoops down low, he targets your head,
And ‘bombs away’ he just misses you instead.
That was his warning shot, next time you won’t be so lucky,
Next time will hit you, and you’ll be feeling all mucky.
You’ll have to return home, and you’ll then need a shower,
And Steve Seagull triumphantly returns atop of his tower.
Miracle, thanks,Steve.
My door to the world!
Conjoining of such dear hearts!
Beloved albums of friends, family.
Portable PC for me.
Joy for we!
Dedicated in Memoriam, Steve Jobs
1/24/2023
Form…….SEPTET (see below}
Line 1~3 syllables
Line 2~5 Syllables
Line 3~7 Syllables
Line 4~9 Sylabbles
Line 5~5 Syllables
Line 6~3 Syllables
Pioneer of the Septet was Geoffrey Chaucer!
He is considered the Father of English Literature.
Best known for The Canterbury Tales.
And his epic poem: “Troilus and Cresessida.”
slits in the blinds
of a guestroom
leaking morning through
skinny orange white cat
follows an old man in his underwear
down the hall to the bathroom
and back to his bed
she meows, stands on his chest
rubs her nose on his head
purrs
licks his whiskers
--part of the hospitality package
echoes down the hall
cries
his almost two year old granddaughter
not letting her mommy sleep
so excited last night to see her grandpa
ran straight into his arms giggling
rattles down the hall
his soon to be son in law
in Kevlar and other prison gear
(garage door opens and closes)
puts "bob" at the end of his daughter's dad's name
thinks he's cute
kid knows whiskey, barbecue, and football
they get along just fine
buying a turkey for his ex today
might help her cook it too
just like last year
get to see his two little dogs
who will bark and whine and jump all over the place
the divorce made their two humans
pretty good friends
but he misses them
he'll stay all week
be sad to leave
little angel peeks into his bedroom
enters the doorway
she giggles
it isn't going to be a happy Thanksgiving
it already is
Do you know why we celebrate Memorial Day,
Or are you just glad to have the day off work or school?
Do you think of the soldiers that have passed away
To give you the freedom to drink a beer and play pool?
Memorial Day is a day to remember,
A day set aside to think of our country’s past.
It’s a day for us to think about the soldiers
That have given their lives so that our freedom will last.
There are so many wars in which our country has fought.
In which millions of lives have been tragically lost.
They believed in a freedom that so many have sought.
Let’s not forget that your every-day life comes at a cost.
We need to remind our children that freedom isn’t free.
They need to know that their lives are protected by others.
Remembering those that have died is how it should be.
After all, in a way, they’re all our sisters and brothers.
So, this year look at your life in a different way.
Take a moment to think of all the fallen heroes.
Visit a soldier’s grave on this Memorial Day
And thank them for the life that they unselfishly chose.
Being your daughter has been an incredible gift.
You and Dad have given me such a wonderful life.
I know that, before me, your lives seemed to be adrift,
But, because of you, I am a mother and a wife.
You both raised me with nothing but happiness and love
And now I get to pass on that warmth to my child.
She’s a part of this family that fits like a glove.
That was obvious from the first time that she smiled.
You get to watch your grandchild live a life of fun.
She will follow in your footsteps and learn from the best.
With role models like you two, she has already won.
She’ll be a champion in life, above all the rest.
It’s time to wake up from the dream of what could have been.
The reality is that you were just selfish and scared.
I guess life doesn’t go on… as you proved way back when
Aborting me for no reason showed how much you cared.
I’ve lived my entire life in the dark
Never knowing what was around the bend.
My future would always seem pretty stark.
I never knew on whom I could depend.
My life was very different from yours,
That I can absolutely guarantee.
I never saw anything but closed doors.
But please don’t ever take pity on me.
Early on, I would try to get along
Simply by understanding my limits.
But my will power wasn’t very strong
And I felt trapped every, single minute.
Then one day, I learned that it could all change,
That I could live my life out of the dark.
This new world, to me, never felt strange.
All I needed was that one, little spark.
Your hair moves in the wind like the ocean waves.
Your eyes sparkle like two shining stars in the sky.
Your smile can light up the deepest, darkest caves.
Your voice can comfort a baby who wants to cry.
These are a few of the things that I think about,
When sitting alone in the dark and quiet night.
You’ll be lucky in love, of that there’s no doubt.
When you find it, hold on to it with all your might.
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