Family is important. We share good fun times, we share secrets, but keep some. We play games together, watch movies together on our couch, and we joke, smile and agree on a favorite film. We share our great ideas, while we listen to them thoughtfully, and we celebrate our awesome days to one another. It's time we love, remember, laugh about, and scream excitedly about. Family forever and ever, never separating, we stick together. We stick together through tough times, sad times, and silly times. We are a great family.
Problems come and problems go
But there's one thing you should know
If good friends stand by your side
Helping through the bumpy ride
Knowing love is all around
Till your back on level ground
The smallest problems disappear
Soon they are no longer there
Days are happier again
With the good kind hearted friends
Who never bailed or walked out
Their minds without a single doubt
Sticking by a friend in trouble
Running to you on the double
With hugs tightly warm and soothing
Holding on and never losing
Sight of what needs to be done
True friends will not leave or shun
They'll hang on until the day
Your frown turns the other way
Back into a joyful smile
That has been away awhile
What was a gigolo to do?
"I'll fill my gherkin with glue!"
Virgins said with a grin,
"We're sticking with him,
You'll have naughty sons like you!"
Hey! Your hair is sticking up!
This news flash is from a seven-year-old.
I know, I tell him. It’s Dad hair.
I can’t do anything with it.
I have two cowlicks.
Sometimes they both stick up
looking like horns, which goes well with my personality.
You could comb it, my husband says.
He has bought me combs.
No idea where they are.
I have no interest in my hair or the hair of others.
So of course God made me the mother of three daughrers.
Two of them do their hair.
The other one is like me, we don't even like to wash it.
Tonight a male beautician asked me what I wanted.
I said “do whatever you want. I hate hair.”
“Great!” he said. “You will be the funkiest grandma in town.”
“I am already the funkiest grandma in town,” I informed him.
“Do a Mohawk. I don’t care.”
When he finished he said “I forgot to do the Mohawk.”
“That’s okay,” I told him. “My boss is conservative.”
But I did leave him a big tip
for not taking my advice.
Through thick and thin we have come
Through the years we have seen it all
We have been through all there is
And still sticking together
Standing tall through it all
Thank you for believing in me
Even when I did not believe in myself
Thank you for being battle ready
When forces of darkness attacked
Thank you for not saying no
When situations looked gloomy
Thank you for being who you are
For you are one in a million
poetry is like
spaghetti thrown at a wall
at times, you may miss
but the dog always approves
so all is well in the ‘verse
That which does me distinguish
I cannot just relinquish
Before Cameras “Slender”
Why would I change My Gender?
All along An Insider,
My name Wilder, not Spider …
Does one seek identity
Making one Non-Entity;
Face to face with things The Right
And still opting for The Tight:
Hitherto not a Villain
Why now to it a steely chain?
The wind does not skirt billow
With Girl’s head on a pillow.
The fridge is full of magnets
From the travels we have made,
Small tokens to remember
All the cities where we've stayed.
It's nice to add a new one
So as soon as I've unpacked,
I squeeze it next to others
Where it's certain to attract.
I sometimes wonder, though, if time
Will be a foe or friend.
Will my fridge run out of room before
My travel days do end?
all love died with you
when your coffin was interred
my heart built a wall
Senryu on sadness
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09-01-17
We stick together like glue on paper
Late night secrets
And pillow fights
I steal your clothes
You wear my shoes
We argue about little things
But our laughing is nonstop
Holding hands on our adventures that never end
Splashing in the puddles wearing matching rainboots
Sitting on rocks and talking a lot
Nobody could ever replace you
Because your my sister
And I love you a whole lot
Speaking bout creeps they crawl, they aint tall but chase you till you run out and you gone,
Speaking deep out of experience, the resilient take a right grip at first sight because they are tough at their course,
Seeking a solution for the none of course cause they change like chameleons, stick over, under, on walls, to be honest they are full of guts, to my deeper goats or horns they have walls,
No wonder wise said walls have ears,
Sticking to these creeps, they aint stupid they have goals,
They rip,
They dont keep secrets, they are generally ingrates,
They aint cheap,
They sail in mearchant ships,
The reep what they havent sown,
They enslave more than french fries and chips,
Beware of Sticking Creeps.
A voodoo witch I bought it from,
A voodoo doll of Bill Clinton,
I stuck it with a great big pin,
But all Bill did was,grin,grin,grin,
That witch just might've been a con.
authors note: only a poem and I am a fan of Bill Clinton.-
I chose him because he's a big enough man to take a joke
Problems come and problems go
But there's one thing you should know
If good friends stand by your side
Helping through the bumpy ride
Knowing love is all around
Till your back on level ground
The smallest problems disappear
Soon they are no longer there
Days are happier again
With the good kind hearted friends
Who never bailed or walked out
Their minds without a single doubt
Sticking by a friend in trouble
Running to you on the double
With hugs tightly warm and soothing
Holding on and never losing
Sight of what needs to be done
True friends will not leave or shun
They'll hang on until the day
Your frown turns the other way
Back into a joyful smile
That has been away awhile
Hear it chugging and tasle
The sun has gone down
Twilight, is still not dark
Small steps ... chugging and tasle
The dog is standing still
Sniffing and listening
Sounds comes closer
A small ball comes out of the bushes
My favorite toy, the dog thinking
Sticking her nose up ..... but ...
The ball is full of sticking spines
it makes a hissing sound
Hedgehog will not play with the dog
15.06.2013
A-L Andresen :) - This is my dog "Maya" :))
(5th in the contest)
Even when Satan starts a picking,
With God I'm sticking.
When Satan starts to be bite,
I'm telling him goodnight.
That battle the Lord will fight,
and to Satan, I say with me all is well,
I have the victory.
Go to hell you ineffective enemy!
wrote 11-19-10
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