Losing one's lunch
is not so hot
but dropping your dinner
when a fish dish wish was the plot
could be your worst nightmare
as not a morsel will pass your lips
as meals go it's now toast
and you've had your chips
All hail True Love
All hail True Love
Athena
Christina
Meaner than ever
On a new endeavor
The weather gets better
We do NOT need a new header
Toast to true love
There is one above
Amidst ¦¦¦ flowers ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ wine,
I pour alone ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ I invite the Moon,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Moon does not ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ drink,
My shadow ¦¦¦¦¦¦ follows the movement of my body.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ shadow ¦¦¦ keep me company a while,
The practice of mirth should keep pace with spring.
I start a song and ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ dance and the shadow moves grotesquely.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ let's rejoice with one another,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ again far in the Milky Way.
(Blackout of Amidst the Flowers a Jug of Wine by Li Bai)
SO RAISE YOUR TOAST
RAISE YOUR GLASS!!!
SHE KICKS BUTT>>>UU
SHE KICKS ASS
HERE I AM
HERE I STAND!!!
I JUST HOPE ONE DAY SHE UNDERSTANDS!!!
To Friends...
To friends of friends...
To bends in the windy roads that we have begun...
To "being the ONE???"
To being someone BUT no one...
To the crazy loon @ noon
To everyone!!!
To neighbors
To lovers
To sisters
To brothers
To smokers
To jokers
To "Too many irons in the fire type of pokers"
To those that play poker and tell sick jokes
To Scarlet Cope, my love
To those below, beneath, in between, up high, down low, behind the back, and above...
To all sorts of feelings, dealings, wheels in the sky, and those that have died,
To LOVE!!!
To all of the rest OF...
The things that I forgot...
AND EVERYTHING THAT WE ARE NOT!!!!
And dang this shot cost a lot...
But heck we bought it and that is NOT quite that big of a deal...
It seemed like a steal...
Just saying...
Do not toast to tomorrow!
Unable to even gaze upon this very moment,
Is tomorrow truly a blessing meant for you?
Yes, she hesitated.
For a moment, I surrendered reality.
Before I knew it, lingering with a sweet kiss,
Suddenly, her own "Lord of the Rings"
Found its way onto my finger.
"Today too, when I get off work,
I surrender my entire body
To her sense of smell."
"It's not your bonus day today, is it?"
Every milestone
Takes a lot of
Dedication and sacrifice
Every anniversary
Brings memories
Every toast
Ignites our passion
Building companion.
Every celebration
Fills the atmosphere
With jubilation
Giving liberation
Paving way for reunion
Looking back to
Where we all began.
Every ink tells a story
Broadening our awareness
Shout-out to a platform
That has united many
Sharpen lives
Healed hearts
Strengthen mindsets
Accolades to the founders
Happy third anniversary
Cheers to a new milestone.
As we descend into our togetherness
There are her tears and whispers of "be gentle with me"
As she condescends into our passion
We hold each other firm with messages of skin and heart
We fall deeper into each other
She has hesitance to fully surrender her body
But is caught up into thoughts of his piercing blue eyes
Which can seduce her when her clothes are on
She shivers and the articulation of gentle kisses
On nape and notch (And why now am I thinking of hop scotch?)
"Hey! No!" "Kisses, focus on the kisses"
As we are warm for each others form
And the smell of mahogany in this cabin
(In which just moments ago we were both enjoying a good book)
And in each other we smother as inhibitions
Are now falling away (and the smell of French Toast)
Why French Toast when I am enjoying the interrogation
Of my lover lips? Oh sweet lover who has gently and caressingly
Wooed me into a chase of orgasmic finality
And into the afterglow of post coital spooning
Wow and whew (with a heavy sigh)
Maybe now the French Toast
Irish Toast
Dhia Duit
the Irish love a good páirtí
and go at the craic with gusto
the Guiness and Jamesions flow
musicians gather round: bodhran, fiddle,
guitar, concertina, the hall
reverberates to the sounds of a lively ceili
lasting till the wee hours of the morning
enough to keep the fairy folk awake
when all is finished before leave takin’
a toast is hoisted with glasses all around
Slainte mhaith to you all
Raise your glass
And make a toast
Today to God
We need to welcome
Our God every day
In our lives
We are all his children
He is the one
That gave us
Our lives
Lets live our lives to
The fullest every day
Yes we are lucky
That God keep us alive
Every day here on earth
On Valentine's Day, to you I must say
I've treasured every step along the way
Though we have both aged, with our hair turned grey
you’re still the one I met one wondrous day.
The beat of your heart is a melody
a lovely tune, so endearing to me
When in your arms we're a flawless duet
making music together is the best.
This day is to celebrate the glory
of the days and years that wrote our story
The ups and downs of the merry move round
special moments of joy, simply profound.
There’s no need for roses, diamonds or pearls
just hearing you say I am your dream girl
Let us skip a trip down lovers lane
toasting our love with a glass of champagne.
Where toast goes, there’s a following
Toaster to formulate
Dark or light
Butter to enhance
Jelly in sweet
Flavor to savor
Melted Cheese to acquaint
Peanut Butter in skipping style
Spreading taste
Delight in spread
Bite into goodness
Quality of texture
Toast craving hunger
Having no additions unlimited
Toast being know how
Total bite in wow
She spreads the butter
on a square of toast
with scratching impatience,
smearing and slapping
the hardened bread
with a dainty butter knife.
She uses a fork like a harrow
in the jelly jar,
leaving lines across the top
where she dragged it across,
then glops it on
unevenly.
She uses a fork.
because she likes to lick the bits
between the tines,
and feel the hard metal
with jelly in her mouth.
Scrape, scrape, scrape
with the butter knife again.
I love her hurrying hand
that orchestrates
this action every morning.
The cinnamon toast
is slightly burnt,
and her sleeve is damp
from the coffee spill
on the linoleum table.
A crumb clings to her jawline.
She takes a guzzle, not a sip
from her cup that says:
“The Queen of Everything”
and smiles at me, knowingly.
In the backyard, the goldfinches
returned to our feeders.
A small female
turns her beady eye
toward us
with shared understanding.
What else? I welcome you with raised eyebrows,
Crossed fingers, and a smile that better knows
Than pinning hopes on you
Without a god damn cue,
Greet you without reading fine prints of woes.
Now on your fateful course
I wish you tailwind force
And hope, what just as came, so sooner goes.
______________________________
Happenings | 07.01.2026 | hope, humour, New Year, limerick
Note: The world could been passing through best of times what with most countries looking forward to new growth. But it looks as if its Richie rich and a few mischief mongers do not want it so.
Here's to Him, within all our fears, our hope
In all time up to now and from years ago
Let's raise our sanctified hearts, a toast
To Father, Son and Holy Ghost
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