Today my aunt turns 98
And for her age, she’s doing great,
So we came down to celebrate,
The least that we can do.
We schmoozed a little yesterday
With snacks we picked up on the way
And brought an ice cream treat today
(Since I had craved one, too).
Then on to mah jongg in a place
Where seniors gather, face to face,
To play a game they all embrace
(The rules of which I knew).
Two hours flew by and then back where
Three huge bouquets were waiting there,
Plus cards and phone calls, all to share
Her birthday, right on cue.
Tonight, there’ll be a dinner out;
That’s what a birthday’s all about,
And at that age, there is no doubt
Best wishes sure are due.
Two old souls, a long time wed
Sit indoors, just been fed
Cat deciding who to sit on
Curling round, tries to fit on
Closes eyes and stretches out
Now owns the chair, there is no doubt
The other occupant sits tight
Not giving up without a fight
Bends and twists to make more space
Whiskers twitch, an “innocent” face
Purring like a furry train
Knowing there is all to gain
A truce is called, just space for two
Just don’t try to make a brew
Until our overlord awakes
Time for food, quick, quick, two shakes
Domestic bliss, oh what a laugh
Dogs have owners but cats have staff
When I began the journey, fifty odd years ago
to become a parent
There were no books or journals then
to guide this experiment
It's mostly based on mentorship
each of us has gained
Often full of potholes
mistakes we have obtained
So when I look in hindsight
not having skills required
Had parenting been my full time job
I would surely have been fired
But life provides us
with a chance to make amends
To bless with love my children
and treat them as my friends
There is no doubt challenges
existing on the way
Some families face adversity
every single day
Sometimes it seems
that life is back to front
The wisdom that we need when young
arrives when ageing fills our wont
To be a grandparent prior to parenting
would elicit a necessary skill
To raise five children, share more prudence
to a loving life, which they can then fulfil
the nations out, working hard
and getting no reward
weekly shoppings on the list
of things we can’t afford
young mums having to choose
to feed their babies or themselves
opening their cupboards
to see nothing on the shelves
each child gets one piece of toast
while parents do without
because in dark times
love is sacrifice
and with that love there is no doubt
families going cold
with no money for central heating
because if they were warm
then for a week they wouldnt be eating
people asleep on concrete floors
with just a backpack to their name
nowhere to stay
nowhere to go
no idea who to blame
people are losing their homes
while others are swimming in money
it may sound like a joke
but i assure you
it’s not funny
it’s easy to say you sympathise
when it’s not effecting you
your not a child
going to school
with holes in each shoe
people shouldn’t be worrying
about how to feed their kids
they just want to give them a good life
but society forbids
there’s nothing you can do
when your just one amongst the crowd
but as long as your trying your best
then for that, you should be proud.
the topic of conversation
always ends up the same
it seems we've become
the experts on
ailments, aches and pains
which type of treatment
works for what
which drugs work best
for this or that
which ones leaves
us constipated
which ones will make
us splat
the when, where and what
of pooping
some say it's a science
some say an art
which foods
give us gas
and how bad
it makes us fart
the one subject
that is guaranteed
of this there is no doubt
the person
not at the gathering
is the one the gossip
will be about
When it is that freedom is taken from our lives
And is replaced by tyranny that so totally deprives
Our rights to freely speak or be a dissident
Or question the authority from which it has been sent
‘Tis then we must come forward and take a righteous stand
To quell the tyrants’ dictates: Remove the things they’ve planned
Our country’s sinking rapidly, of that there is no doubt
We must work until we put the tyrants out!
Indictments here; indictments there, that’s how it’s all begun
But there must be many more, before our job is done
And when we have completed this necessary task
We’ll hold our heads on high, and then it is we ask:
“Were we the ones who took a stand to right the freedoms’ wronged?”
And are we in the company of those who have belonged
To America, our country, and still Founding Fathers bless
With wisdom and wherewithal to make the answer: YES.
To whomsoever will read this, and if you write,
with your heart don’t ever fight.
Listen to the voice that’s deep within,
he will put the words, right in your pen.
He knows the answers to all the questions you see,
he helps us understand what we truly be.
If you believe that God does answer pray, your a step ahead,
as he brings life to the words, inside which were dead.
I pray that you get in touch with your senses you see,
come sit down and write along with me.
Keep going, never giving up, or giving in,
press your best foot forward, thats where to begin.
Write from the heart, when you set down to pen,
over and over and over again.
I’ve been writing for 53 years, I will continue to do,
in my poems, I share my truths with you.
I hope your writing expands and begins to grow,
the words spilling from your heart, as they begin to flow.
Paper is like a garden, our words are the seeds,
written down on paper, fills the hearts need.
A writer lives his words as he writes them out,
when they hit the page, there is no doubt.
Trust and believe in yourself, this you must do,
or with your words, you will fill locked up in a zoo.
So … here it is: My two cents
(I know that’s not much recompense
For using up this space and time
With this, my lowly rhyme.)
But … in this published poetry
I’ve read rhymes of majesty.
Too, I’ve read some words from whence
I can simply make no sense
But making sense of what they write
Reflects only on my insight
And does not diminish - in any way
What it is they have to say
And in these pages as I drift
I read poets who have “The Gift”
In shock and awe do I read
And now I find I must concede:
Good or bad, short or long,
All these poets sing their song
All can see, there is NO doubt
‘Tis from their hearts these words ring out
So, I’ll not read them critically
For who the hell am I to be
In judgment of a poet’s heart
Of what’s inside which they impart
They open paths for their purvey
For they must say what they have to say
In their hearts they write As One
And to all I say: Wow! Well done!
I am climbing the ladder of life, one step at a time
Sometimes, so slow I come to a halt
Rocks from all directions hurl me to the asphalt
It seems like with each step up I go two steps down
If there was an ocean below me, I’d surely drown
I’ve climbed this ladder many times before
At the top is an array of open doors of temptations to explore
One true door I must choose
I don’t want to lose
How many times must I attempt this climb?
My ladder is growing unsteady and weak
My legs are weary, and my tears begin to streak
I want to give up badly, but I must maintain
Thoughts of failure and defeat invade my brain
However, I will continue to climb, there is no doubt
Until I give in or my heart gives out
But until the moment that God calls me home
Still, I climb and climb, one rung at a time
No I'm not stumped by a Cricket test
so here's my pitch
which creased me up it's my best
by the contender
who hit one for six the incumbent he
who shall not be named
(begins with 'T')
was bowled over and out
in 2020
of that there is no doubt
for by all scores
and there were plenty
(more than 81 million votes take note)
and what's more
based on his batting average
as a matter of fact
the latter was on a sticky wicket
and as for his later behaviour
no it's just not cricket
The breath I took gave me relief
Because you were there in the air.
As soon as I took your grip,
Wanting to cherish every bit of you,
I started with your lip.
When my lips touched yours,
There was nothing else I could ask for.
I wanted to feel all of you.
I wanted to absorb all of you into me.
I wanted all our particles to intertwine.
It was an epiphany; I was yours, and you were all mine.
There was nothing I could see but you.
There was nothing I could feel but relief.
With you still loving my lips, the slower I inhaled,
The more your insecurities you unveiled.
The burn I felt in my chest—
It didn't feel like an injury.
From all insignificant matters,
It gave me rest.
I wanted it to last forever.
I wanted it to never end.
I wanted to keep holding you.
But with the blink of an eye, you were gone with the wind,
Mixed with that thick white hue.
From feeling your lips with utmost adoration
To not being able to stand you,
We have grown apart.
From intertwining our fingers
To denying each other's existence,
We have fallen apart.
Exhaling all the bittersweet affection,
I don't want you anymore—there is no doubt.
Most all have known me, a few know me well.
Ask people about me, here’s what they’d tell.
Sometimes when happy or sad I appear.
Here’s who I am, these statements make it clear.
I may happen while you’re cheering out loud,
Your child is succeeding, and you’re so proud.
Or in a moment when there is no doubt,
Suddenly your joy may bring me about.
In a time of sadness when life seems bleak,
You may notice as I run down your cheek.
Your heart is so heavy, it may just burst,
Here is the best clue, it should have been first.
When your loss is something or someone dear,
Everyone knows me and calls me a tear.
I dropped out of high school in August of 1986.
In 1993, that was a mistake that I decided to fix.
I was only fifteen years old when I dropped out.
When I ask people not to make my mistake, there is no doubt.
I studied from April of 1993 to June of 1995 and it was very cool.
I studied for twenty-six months until I graduated from high school.
Some people mistook my diploma for a GED but it's not.
I didn't take the easy way out like those people thought.
I became a high school graduate thirty years ago today.
Don't drop out of school like I did because it's not okay.
(I graduated from high school thirty years ago today on June 21, 1995)
Our Father in Heaven
Hallowed be your name
thank you that you
Love us for who we are
You know us inside out
But you still love us there is no doubt
with every blemish and ever stain
you love us for who we are
Any you love us all the same
Jesus came to show such love
That we may never know
But he showed true love
Giving his life for us cleaning us
our sin may be red as crimson
But he will wash us whiter than the snow
thank you Lord that you love us just as we are
We belong to you.
We welcome you into our hearts
Amen
God loves us for who we are
He called us
He choose us
He wants us
Just as we are
We are in his hands
Forever he gives
Forever he forgives
He welcomes us
And has a plan for us
Just the way we are Amen
Into the magic, bubbling cauldron, I jumped in,
my mind, a cacophony of din.
I had thrown my life away.
So, this is how it would end -
into a boiling hell, descend?
When I was born, did fate portend
I would die without a friend
on this decisive dismal day.
Yet, this dreadful drop, my life didn't stop.
Instead, I rose back to the top,
and what did I see?
I hadn't, for a minute, drowned,
and, surprisingly, I'd found,
I was small and round,
a baby, pure and wee.
Washed away, my life of sin,
but memories, still dwelt within.
I could live my life another way.
I shouted with a happy voice -
for each decision, a different choice.
It was a time to rejoice.
It would be a brand-new day.
I would not have abandoned my friends.
My life would come to different ends,
and of the girl who gave my heart a lift,
sweet, Mary, kind and fair,
I would not leave her there
as if I didn't care.
I'd recognize God's gift.
But it was not how it did seem.
This potion gave me just a minute's dream.
and I found there is no doubt,
in life you don't know in advance,
and there is no second chance,
as boiling bubbles about me danced,
and my light went swiftly out.
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