In nineteen fourteen there was the reality of a war, it was not wanted ( we were taught ) yet after 'two weeks.?' It would be
Over.! And what is more peace, would be
Forever..This was worth dying for.! Then
In the nineteen fortys in Germany those
holiday camps were built.' There were such great promises for any interested they
Were value to the hilt.' You were to be taken by rail, to where the air was clear plenty of exersize to tone your body there
Would be carnivals also to give you cheer
Twenty twenty and we needed a plan.' As
Heroes in unity, our health systems we were told could barely stand to a virulent
Attacker that would all before it sweep.'
And
In order to get the curve down flat there was a ' crucial vital two weeks?' There was
Bonhom'ie and denying youself..To the point of reporting anyone to assured of their integral health integrity, tested for thousands of years..Ridicule and ostracize
Was the advice.? Is how it played out i fear
I don't know about the reader.? But there almost seems a continous thread.? There
Is more than once the promise of great good times.. And they were only a fortnight
Ahead.)
In the past 2 weeks
I have just been away
Under the guise of a so called
Break or holiday
The 1st of which was so incredibly
bad beyond description
When I came back I need another
to get over it
Unfortunately for me in the case of
the 2nd
That sadly didn't fare or turn out
much better
So in regards to holidays and break's
in future as for now
Maybe I'll be better off not so much leaving
As rather choosing to stay at home alone
Due to my recent
Two holiday breaks from Hell
And hopefully 1 day I may even eventually
be able to look back and laugh at and
find the funny side of them
Whereas but for now I don't find anything
about what happened at the time funny at all
In fact I probably won't be able to sleep
as it's still feels more like a nightmare
Pondering how on earth can anything
and everything go so spectacularly
wrong
From start to finish even including the
bits in between
It isn't looking to me at all like Christmas,
There's been no ice, nor sleet, nor snow.
I've heard no jingle bells in the air,
Or caroling on the square,
Or seen anyone anywhere
All bundled up like an Eskimo.
And I'm thinking no tree for me this Christmas,
My apartment's rather small.
Can't seem to get in the mood to buy
A fruitcake or even mince pie,
Or wade through crowds so I
Can shop for presents at the mall.
It's most likely to be just me for Christmas,
What with Omicron lurking 'round.
I'll miss my family on Christmas Day,
But now it's safer to stay away.
Besides, I don't like to fly and can't pay
To fix my car that's broken down.
But, hey, this isn't like me at all at Christmas,
So bid the Grinch and Scrooge be gone.
A pine-scented candle can be my tree,
I'll watch "The Nutcracker" on DVD,
And if there's nobody else here but me,
It still will be Christmas in my heart.
For two weeks o'er Christmas; let's straighten the bend, or flatten the curve
Lets just get on the mend.' Give amazon and others a holiday space
And more Important yourselves' just step off the goods race
For there's two weeks of freedom, maximise it and how'
Hit percentage throw a spanner
Explore a new kind of WOW.' Take the freedom on offer!
Its that time of the year, take from the takers'
Lessen your debt, cancel fear, in only two short weeks
Look upon it as done, it will lessen your burdens
It could be pure fun.?
Spend much less, use some reason; look' don't be a debt cow!
Push coersion to the roadside, flatten the curve, that is starting now.!
“Just two weeks to flatten the curve!”
So wear your mask! Of all the nerve!
Yes, two arms’ length, six feet apart
to save a life and show some heart.
We can’t let the old covids roam,
So send them to the nursing home!
Hydroxychloriquine? No thanks!
They sell that where you buy fish tanks!
Joe Rogan says, “Ivermectin!”
It’s goat dewormer for the win!
So get two jabs; before it’s through
You’ll likely need a booster too!
Pandemic of the crude unvaxxed;
Mandates will stop this in its tracks!
The blue checks moan their moral fall;
Seems omicron has come for all.
(for the Buzzword contest)
Our three children have decided to surprise us.
Two could.
The third probably shouldn’t.
Two do not mind mess.
One is persnickety.
I have not cleaned a room in over two years.
I went on strike two March’s past
When my husband brought home nine drum sets
There was no floor space before.
You can barely imagine it now.
And a Marmaduke of a dog has moved in.
He is chewing things up so fast
By the time they arrive two weeks from now
Maybe I won’t have to clean anything.
Come on down! I say. Glad for company.
barn owl scared her in dead of night
she should not have gone out, but she did
he was staring at her
an all knowing stare
she thought of her husband
gone forty-two years already
two weeks later
a wrapping at her window
sounded like a fingernail
she felt it was him, but she was scared
Frightened, she hid under her covers
A different sound this time.
A hoot owl’s hoot.
She wondered about the omens
An owl means death, right?
Two owls in two weeks.
A coincidence?
Or was her Native American spirit animal speaking?
The next morning she sat down to eat her marmalade toast.
An oversized spotted owl flew past her kitchen window
She was too scared to move.
Decided to tell no one.
There’s just two weeks left to go
Before either Santa or your own chosen one steal’s the show
As for me I just hope it snows
But not enough to freeze my toes
I am not a religious man
But I do like our wonderland
Planet earth is my place to be
But where we are all from doesn’t bother me
As I can also see
That the time and place that matters most
Is where we then see our own ghosts
As mentioned there is just two weeks left to go
So please whatever bothers just don't let it show
Because all of us can live and be
In our one world of humanity
Upstairs somewhere we were told
Is where we all eventually go
But no one seems to really know
- WHERE -
DAMO
Merry and Happy or whatever you believe in.. Two words though that I am feeling..
Tizz two weeks before christmas
And all is not well
No work and no way to get there
And no more nick-nacks to sell
As a friend i'm disappointing
As a father I must suck
Tizz two weeks before christmas
Of course Im down on my luck
As for money Im owed plenty
Im quite generous you see
But to collect any at christmas
Well its just not meant to be
Down and out again at christmas
My kids won't hear slaybells ring
Just two short weeks till christmas
Loser seems to be my thing
I had an alien for two weeks before I realized how unusual she was.
I wish I could be a mouse in the corner, I had said, and I was.
My alien gave me a cracker, patted me on the head, and reminded me
Once again, how important it is to keep her earth-visit quiet from the masses.
I nibbled on the cracker nervously, wondering how long I would be stuck
Wearing this smelly fur suit, dragging this ugly super long tail?
Praying that Shark, my killer cat was out hunting somewhere else.
Poof! I was back in my normal body.
What other talents do you have? I asked my alien friend.
Not in words because aliens from the two-galaxies-over talk in thoughts.
I am a tripartite, she tele-pathed to me.
What’s that?
Her body immediately transmogrified into three separate, untouching-pieces.
Before I could close my shocked wide-open mouth, she had transmuted back into one complete alien.
Can you disappear? I asked her.
That was the last I ever saw of her.
Some days, however, I feel that she is here, invisible, watching me,
On those days, I wonder if I am going to find
Myself munching on a cracker.
Two weeks
I gained half a stone.
Strained the lack
purging your lips...
Took a while
to see
why I corrupted to escape-
why I had begun damaging
again,
because
you dear
take the heroine so openly.
What you think clever
you do not deceive.
Did you forget?
I have been far down,
far beyond-
Its insufferable!
Can you be so obnoxious
to think you are exempt-
no mental
and bodily
woes
that are human to endure?
Because it has not happened,
yet?
You are laughably
careless,
disrespectful, ignorant little girl.
You wave suffrage
to the recovered,
like a plague dressed in daffodils.
Let your skin drip addiction!
Maybe you will pain
to see
how rude
hateful
hurtful you are.
Let you rot
in knowledge of my care.
when i was young ...
fill in the blank
as a matter of fact,
after you borrow the car, remember to fill it back up says dad
when i was young...
i'm drawing a blank
like the millions of chores i haven't remembered to do
when i was young...
BLAnk! BLank! Blank!
my parents would kill me if they new my tongue swayed like a sailor
when i was young... puberty was doubt
when i was young... and wet behind the ears
now life taught me how to dry off
when i was youn- wait... I'm catching myself
Doing the opposite of what i said i wouldn't do
thinking back on youth
when i was youthful i couldn't wait to be 21 and older
now the time has come
and i'm missing being 18 and younger
Two weeks ago I could stroll
along the riverside happy smiling in peace
Where’d it go?
And can the Timbuktu of tomorrow really
be closer than my home of yesterday?
Two weeks have gone, since we spoke last
and all I see are flashes of a distant past
The mourners came and celebrated
Your life now over, now belated
I twist and turn but find no causality
that would lead me to a path of normality
To turn me around to the normal life
That existed before, now I lean on my wife
Where did you go, I implore
as my silent tears flow for evermore
Once you were here, now you are gone
Did I ever notice how brightly you shone
Did I feel your emotions, did I see your tears
I know I was aware of your inner fears
A void has opened, dare it be filled
Without you here I feel ever chilled
The silence surrounds me
Absence is no friend
To whom of my life did I so lend
The inner me that was once here
Now seeks to shed that inner tear
But the silence engulfs my by rote
As death emotes the silence emitted from my throat
Where are you now, do you see my fear
How can I continue knowing that you are not here?
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