Daars n ster wat op ons glinster
Gly n druppel aan die venter
Kyk die sproeiers op die lande
En voels is blomme van die hemel
Deur my dagboeke van goster blaai tor twintigste Desember
Lees dan tussen deur die lyne
Le nog stukkies van die tyding
Onthou jy nog die rede waarom jy moes weggaan
Waarom moes jy weggaan dan skuif n work daar voor die maan
Daars n Dennebos in Ceres waar ek wegkruip as dit seer is
As jy wandel deur die pyne
Wat was joune wat was myne
Ek was maar net n laaitie toe jy altyd weer moes weggaan
Teen die wolwe moes ek man staan
Ek probeer maar net verstaan
Daars n skoenlapper wat fluister
Ek verbeel my hy het kom luister
Die kokon wat jou so hinder
Jy verander in n vlinder
Sixteen sailors strode into a pub,
Then a group of them left to get some grub.
Those who remained got into a fight,
With some locals who drank there every night.
Although the sailors did outnumber
The locals (who were also dumber),
Two sailors shy of a ratio of two-to-one,
The seafarers lost and the locals had won.
But then exactly half who had left for food,
Returned to the pub in a foul mood.
One local had left, a man named Tor,
Until the ratio was the reverse of what it was before,
Even though the beaten sailors couldn't fight,
The fresh sailors versus the locals, all right!
Don't ask me how it went,
For I will forever remain silent.
But could you determine how many sailors
Could be considered failures,
Because they went to get grub
And didn't return to the pub
Never swinging a punch nor taking a fall,
Against the locals at all?
And late at hour, by rippling roar
Of waters lapping 'neath the tor,
A figure bathed in lunar light
Who smiled and turned upon my sight.
And beating wings above the wight,
The somber creatures of the night.
And as the stars about him played,
A sad embrace he gently made.
"If I were 'cross the seas again, in climates fair or poor,
I'd still be where I've always been, sailing by the shore."
He my sire and I his daughter,
Far across the fretting water,
Far across the sea.
O’ friend! Son of this realm your native land
and Knight of the Long Bay on the long shore -
Fisher King to its isle and rock and sand
where long ago we drank and gazed The Tor.
In breastplate and armour in older times
we’d sharpen lance and tongue as was our code -
two valiant men of arms under the tall pines
led their avenger down Rock Isle Road.
Fifty years you lived a king's tale
and fifty years keeper of the Unholy Grail.
O’ Captain! My Captain! I say to you
the mind is still young and the heart is true.
And I echo back to that flickered light
when the fires of youth burned in you and me -
your joust a friendly repulse to my smite
in our sometime world of fu*kwittery!
Truly we are each to each older bound
so stoke the fires that blaze up on the Firth -
think on its mortal flame, its living sound
how one day it shall perish from the Earth.
Fifty years you lived a knight's tale
and fifty years keeper of the Unholy Grail.
O’ Captain! My Captain! I say to you
the mind is still young and the heart is true.
Written: June 2010
For CB on his 50th Birthday
Santa got stuck in a narrow long chimney.
Struggled, wiggled for hours to get himself free!
He let out a Loud blast!
Landed on his Big Ass!
His reindeer were laughing Hysterically!
Michael Tor
P- Polarizing
O- Offensive
L- Liberal
I- Independent
T- Turmoil
I- Insensitive
C- Conservative
A- Abusive
L- Loco
(SOLUTION)
T- Together
R- Respect
U- United
T- Tolerance
H- Humbleness
POLITICS should not cause division.
Because United We Stand Divided We Fall.
Michael Tor
I am tired of Taylor Swift,
Her face I can not avoid.
I know you gals get my drift.
I love her, but am annoyed.
She has all those Swifty fans.
Isn't that enough for her?
All she does is sing and dance,
and is known throughout this
earth.
Her picture is everywhere!
Won't you give me a break Please?!
Kelce and her, are a pair.
Watch the Kansas city chiefs.
I turn the radio on.
You won't believe who I hear.
My daughter's favorite song.
You guessed wrong, it's Britney Spears.
Gotcha LOL
Michael Tor
Taylor is a wonderful
performer but I think
they overcharge at her
concerts and parents
foot the bill for their
teenage kids...
Michael Tor
Trick or Treat, "Edith get the door," yells Archie!!
"Oh Archie they are so cute come and look Please."
"Shut up Edith just give them their stupid candy, will ya?"
" I'm not dealing with Meathead, you, and these brats all night, Na"
" Edith don't give Snickers bars, they're my favs, are you crazy?"
Michael Tor
Inspired by Lin Lane
Archie Bunker was
a rude SOB he starred
in a sitcom called All
In The Family. He had
no manners and
treated his wife Edith
like she was dumb,
but Edith was smarter
than him...
A letter to Santa She'd written, A ruby red bow made of ribbon
the tree underneath she saw, four paws of a kitten
at first, the girl beamed, at first she was smitten,
untill on her finger, the kitten had bitten
then finding her wool-knitted favourite mitten,
Tor by small paws and sharp claws of the kitten
to Santa a letter she regrets having written
It has no conscious and does not care!
To know it's coming brings much despair!
A Great Big Bully, lands on this earth.
This spinning funnel is heading North!
Dark clouds You see, hailstones and Rain!
Destruction follows, Strong Winds to blame!
The Weather channel on high Alert!
Warns increase wind gust, are getting worse!
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to go!
You're at its mercy, loosing all hope!
A cursed word screamed at the howling wind!
As windows break, and the storm roars in!
You Brace yourself as it makes impact!
Your home lifts up, drops, as you react!
Your at its Mercy, as debris flies!
In a state of shock, but still alive!
Your soul is shaken, as winds die down!
Destruction and damage, all around!
You catch your breath, there's nothing left!
Broken and crying, from this Attack!
The storm is over, calmness returns.
Oh No, Near Cuba, another Storm!!!!!
Michael Tor
Michael Tor
I wrote this for all those
souls including my brother
Gus and his family that are
waiting for Miltons's wrath.
Please pray for these souls.
Thank you.
Waking up and smelling the aroma off fresh Brewed coffee.
Smelling Warm Artisan bread baking, and preparing to eat.
Biting into perfectly baked Pizza so crusty to taste.
Enjoying your favorite Turkey dinner in a warm baste.
Falling asleep while listening to sounding falling raindrops.
Seeing a surreal scenic view high above a mountain top.
Gifting meals to the Homeless, seeing a smile, from a good deed.
The joy of your first born graduating with Masters degree.
I am sure you can share your life's
Wonderful moments. Please share
in your comments below.
Michael Tor
Rusty Finds A Home!
Rust-hued kitty’s shunned by day, ignored through the night
Unloved and discarded in a world numb to his plight
As he meows by a door
Rusty meets family Tor
Who give him a home, protection and love glowing bright
—Robert Gorelick
Who could resist a kitty like Rusty
Who is lonely, scared and very dusty
Needing a safe home
Of his very own
And someone to adore him who’s trusty
—Beryl Edmunds
Clint's an iffy fellow, tis prestige vs the ordinaire, my dear plain Jane--hmm, partially accommodating.
Methinks you're a drop-off, my dear, picture a car dropping you off curbside while he goes looking for a fictitious parking space, but a gentleman he is uses the factual context of the 11th hour--OPS you to HAIL me.
I gather Mr. Eastwood was gifted said ticket, ... that I am guessing you so happened to be in pysical possession.
How did you know that? That would pleasure him of not being a CAD!
I forgot that you're like some madda carrie.
Mother who? You mean that Mother Teresa (rising popularity 1979).
No, that German one.
A German Mother Teresa? Was she young Adolph's school teacher.
Oh forget it! [LATER: she reveals "Mata Hari']"
Did he you call you and tell you, or are you playing Holmes?
Doc--tor 'tis Clint's gift?
Yes, but-- ... --wait ... it must be somebody of importance ... yes, but who?
Hehehe! It would be very rich for me, if I saw a glimpse of your face at this relevant juncture-------was I your suggested choice?
... Yes, Oh my? You're scary!
May we be blessed in life
from its beginning to its end
to make more time for family
to make more time for friends
To make more time tor things
that are totally within our reach…
for strolls among the trees…
for listening to the birds
and
for long walks along the beach
The Storms of Life upon us.
Destroying and causing pain.
The soothing grace of Jesus.
Will bring joy instead of rain.
Michael Tor
In this day and age,
when there is so much
chaos. Reach out to
Jesus for help and healing...
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