Tots waddle to the throttle of life...®a©e®s...start your engines!
Human nature takes wobbly steps forward >, <<
Each clumsy effort supported to maintain balance$
Space and times collide *×*
Perpetual motion prevails...®a©e®s...engines revved!
Adulthood rapidly approaches!...Lord help us survive till they move out!
Chance encounters...on and off the computer °}©{°
Experimenting with forbidden fruits @ hormones.com/flashdance
Concerned parents patrol computer...once they figure out the password ?+?=?
Alcohol and weed are soon dating...huh?...what did you say?...uuh...huh?
Driving home with the ***** in their eyes!
Except...they're still in park!!!
Too much ghanja dulled their drive ° ° °
Spaced out at space station number: 5
The vet had been sympathetic in his demeanour
as I gently placed my beloved Shih Zhu
on the sterile stainless-steel table amongst the fumes of disinfectant.
My emotional support pet was shivering uncontrollably with fear.
It took him two days to pass away peacefully.
He was two days in passing—reluctant to give up the good fight—
brave as always when I had supported him during past emergencies.
Life is not lived in a sterile environment—perfumed with expectations—
at times my Shih Zhu had tested my love for him with his antics.
The vet had been clinically detached in his assessment as I hid my fears.
This beautiful Sunday afternoon has me pondering my life.
I lost my beautiful son in his twenties to mental illness,
just months ago. So now adjusting to being a mother to one
adult son is a very different situation, and I have not developed my sea
legs for my new life situation yet. I also decided to take on a new
life project to have something positive to focus on, but that isn't
official yet. Most of all, I am grateful for a loving husband and a loving
God who have both supported me during this time of upheaval.
Grief is very hard, but it is an extension of the generous love that
we had for our son and how grateful we are for having him in our
lives for the time he was here. There is also relief that he is at peace.
My days consist of swirling emotions with sometimes intense responses,
and lots of leaning on the love of God and my family and friends.
I am very grateful for my tribe!
Meditating on the season, I
took notice of a leaf's dramatic
fall -- a fascinating journey: a
quarter past first marvelous budding~
soon unfolding into towering
presence...now~ dynamic
parting: flamboyant waving,
a curtsy and leap,
a spin with colorful grin,
supported by daffy current --
playful rocking, showy gliding -
faking downing, direct sliding
then again rising, as a royal nose --
at last arriving at inevitable rest
back when the spring commeth
re-leaf….
I felt as small as a winter’s flower
yet as tall as an old oak tree
the seconds dragged on for what seemed like hours
when my world turned in on me
the cloak I wore was of little comfort
just to bridge between present and past
I held onto this and other secrets
no more a peasant but a king at last
by the time I had finished speaking
the crowd erupted with applause
then towards me they were reaching
as the judgment came into force
the mask was meant to protect me
from what no one should have seen
a noose was placed just oh so gently
I thought it was a bit extreme
I sank into the grain that supported
absorbed deep in the fibres below
my legs gave way it was reported
I wriggled until they let me go.
To be black
Is to live life freely
Despite being trapped in a cage without a key
Ignoring the hate from society
As their bodies radiate envy
Trying to destroy our joy through spreading negativity
And taking our lives violently
To be black Is to smile in the face of adversity
To be black
Is to find beauty in the aftermath of war
And find a singular flower thriving in the trenches
To be able to see life even when faced with death
Because being black automatically means that we all face loss even when it's not ours
But it's a collective loss that comes with the black experience
To be black
Is to have the ability to come together as a community when something bad happens
Whilst others are divided by the pain they experience
To be black Is to lead with your mind whilst being supported by the heart
It's the ability to have the strength to face pain
Whilst simultaneously fueling that strength with the pain they've had to endure
To be black Is to have the whole world against you
And not only survive
But thrive
An initiative unforeseen
Supported by the Countess Aberdeen
Motivated several politicians and were
Encouraged to convene
In the year of 1920
When issues were aplenty
Delegates backed the Cork City charter
And elected MacSwiney, our dear martyr
Yet as many were to grieve
Others would also leave
They were faced with a new mandate
Upon founding the Irish Free State
However not everyone was happy
And things got rather scrappy
With views diverging ever-more
Making it hard to keep the score
The dust took a while to settle
And tested our civic institutions’ mettle
Though issues were left unsolved
Causing city councils to be dissolved
New problems were to be addressed
That would get the people rousing
Occupied with public works and housing
Making the managers obsessed.
That’s an oversimplification
For a topic deserving of dilation
An overview of a creation
Being the Municipal Association
Every step a blessing to climb
Foot by Foot approach
Step by Step at a time
Minute to the hours
Step up
The chosen
Precision Heaven walk
Granted by Courage
Established by Determination
Supported by Faith
Maneuvering through the atmosphere
The target being the kingdom
Guided through the way
Earth being the gateway beyond
Wisdom that follows
Everlasting promise
Pearly Gates Open
Angel’s welcome
Step by Step fulfilled
Granted through the Lord’s acceptance
I remember the land and its people, and I am concerned about the limitations of their mentality. I remember the dead and how the trees outlast them. I hear the language of the trees—the whispering sound of freedom and the resilience of human life, supported by the generosity of a mature land.
The wasteland we leave behind speaks volumes, even in silence.
You might see a simple grassy area;
I see a courtroom filled with conflict.
I see families battling over ownership and children fighting for their rightful place.
The land we abandon, even without words, understands its intrinsic value. How will you come to terms with yours?
We were once small, unable to stand,
—supported by hands that guided our land;
We crawled, we fell, but we never gave in;
We rose up again, and learned to begin.
And with each step forward, we grew strong and grand.
We spoke in baby talk, with words so unsure,
But with time, our voices grew clear and pure;
We learned to write, to read, and to be—
our dreams and hopes, began to set us free.
And though it was tough, we made it through.
So don't give up now—don't lose your way,
Keep pushing forward—come what may.
Hold on to hope, and never let go,
Work hard, pray hard, and your dreams will grow.
You ask why I chose you.
I thought you knew!
I chose you like clean air
Because you refreshed my existence
I chose you like the ocean
Because you regulated the climate of my spirit
I chose you like the sun
Because you nourished my heart’s daily routine
I chose you like the soil
Because you filtered the waters of my life that keep me clean
I chose you like the sanctity of tears
Because you supported my focus and cleared my vision
I chose you like laughter
Because you elevated my mood and provided a mirror for my decisions
You ask why I chose you
Without you I was quite capable of becoming the best version of my soul
But together we merged two lives that rendered us one and whole
I thought you knew…my soul chose you
Silent soul
Sitting next to the devil
Nobody knows
What's gonna happen next
That silent kid
Doesn't want to live anymore
Agreed to bad things
So that he would be accepted
But the handprint on his body
Can't forgive others sin
He was just 15
When the devil did his thing to him
He was just 15
When nobody supported him
He was just a boy
With dreams
Now his dreams were burned
No wars , no fight
No doubt, alright
He thought it was a common thing
Didn't scream , didn't think
That it was a bearable thing
Wished he raised his voice
Against that guy
Who used him for
Dirty things
Against the side fence,
four long planks of wood
ascended like steps supported
on pillars of old red bricks
serving as a stand
for my Grandmother's collection
of potted plants.
Cuttings from exotic species gifted
by friends, passed down family heirlooms
harboring memories of past lives,
feathery ferns and plump bellied cacti
battled South Australian
frosty winters and the baking heat
of a summer sun.
All throughout my childhood
they were sustained by love,
flowering on the cue of seasons
and erupting into green
in a yearly miracle of renewal.
I had this odd notion
that each plant found root and drew
from a medium beyond mere soil,
that a strange symbiosis existed
between plant and a human soul.
Not one succumbed to heat
or cold or fell victim to disease.
They grew as a constant, helping
to hold up a wall that gave
a safe and solid perimeter
to our lives.
When my Grandmother died,
they died too - at first
escaping notice in the shadow
of her passing. It was later
when bare spaces drew attention
to their absence and added
to the list of what was missed.
Time heals grief but memory
excavates the loss.
LONELINESS
The times I shared with you
The laughter we also had
You helped me through with good days
And supported me with the bad.
The winter is setting in now love
The fire I guess keeps me warm
Remember the funny old times
Where we sat up till dawn.
I think of these memories
I smile when I think of you
I cry because you are not with me
I laugh at the silly things we used to do.
The house is now quiet
The kids grown, now left Home
Nothing but photos and loneliness
Is in this house with me alone.
I know I will see you again one day
But for now we are departed
Not for long love, I miss you so
Missing you with all my heart.
So please spare a place for me
Right next to your side
I'll be there when I can
And when the time is right.
Then we two shall be together again
Loneliness will be gone forever more
Hand in hand we will walk again
Down to heavenly doors.
A sea of roses graced the local park
Swaying to the sweet singing of a lark
Sensual ambience those roses made
Supported by stems of majestic jade.
The roses danced like waves upon the sea
To gentle wind caressing them softly
Enjoying the motion, most daintily
Back and forth, side to side elegantly.
Sunlight glimmered o’er their rosy faces
As they performed with delightful graces
To an audience that was mesmerised
By the scene being played before their eyes.
Roses of every colour one can name
Petals owning their unique claim to fame
Roses, the epitome of romance
Inciting hearts to race and feet to dance.
Every rose has its own special splendour
That is, that was and will be for ever
A sea of roses waving on the breeze
Is a stupendous sight that's sure to please.
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