It all began back in September
Less than a year, what a year to remember
A hug on sight was definitely a must
The hunger for love was a hunger for lust
From the sparkle in my eyes to the passion in my soul
From the words that were spoken, to the ones never told
From the beauty with the fire
To the one with no desire
Our purpose was fulfilled and now it is so
The song came to an end, us and the video
Don’t know if any wounds in time will mend
But I’m glad to say, you’re still my friend
Can time ever be measured by a moment in the heart?
Can it ever learn to stand still for the times we are apart?
Love had its time to shine, looking back from now to then
With five loses up to date and zero yet to win.
Writing letters, now passe,
Was once the only sure-fire way
To keep in touch with those in camp,
Enough to give one writer’s cramp.
And when in Europe, years ago,
On aerogrammes I’d say hello
To keep my family up-to-date
And tell them things were going great.
Of course, there was no email then;
You wrote on paper with a pen.
That way still works, for we just sent
A letter with the sole intent
To let our grandchild have a hint
That she is missed (right there in print!).
She may write back and she may not,
But we’ll persist, no matter what.
Three months and you're gone.
We keep up to date
Make up time lost to closed windows,
Re-open doors and
Let the light in all
At once blinded and dazed.
Make up time lost to petty fights
Closed off minds that wander, sometimes,
towards each other-
Now unrequited.
Make up time in people
Like roots, expanding,
Respirating, out-with-the-old that never
really dies because water never really runs out, but circulates
Bones. Muscle Fibre. Tendons. Joints.
Talk to that small part of yourself that remembers a piece of her
A tiny thing that never fits quite right,
Made-up time that can teach only
In hindsight
The poison of idle hope.
Pitch colours and throttled laughter.
A pain in the back of your skull that you wish was something more.
Make up time in sensation
Relive the inanimate
The comfort of its permanence.
One day I'm in the Post Office the sales lady comments "your hands are rather large"
So I respond for my height I also have big feet
Ooh !! She replies we'd better not go there
You really should try to be much more discreet
I really am quite puzzled
If there's some misdemeanour I'm sure that I am innocent
I describe the conversation to my dear beloved wife, she is much more up to date than me
and thus she tells what the postal mistress meant
It refers specifically to the dimension of your manhood
Hell! Now I'm feeling rather silly
You mean it's all to do with dimensions of my willy ???
Wee Willy Wink ran starkers through the town
Upstairs and downstairs he forgot to wear his night gown
amazing times as of late
because of speeches full of hate
good is awake and up to date
Vocal rumblings as you sleep and dream,
Only a fool would believe you’re dreaming of me~
Could it be your sweet reverie is a unconscious plea
Aimed at my heart like an arrow shot?
Be mine again I whisper to you,
Under the chaos of us I pledge to be true,
Love me again I plead on this night of insight
As I remember the vows we spoke long ago,
Remember we said unto death ~
Your life insurance is up-to-date,
yes, I checked to make sure!
Personality
I will never give up
Cos you hate me
Your opinion over my life
Remains your burden
The last time I checked
I am living my life
I am up to date
So let me be
Water got no enemy my friend
What will it give you to see me in pain
Will it pay you if am down and weak
Is that what you wish for me
Oh now you are surprise I keep moving
You thought I will remain where you wish
Life is sad when people are not happy with ones success
I never remember the last time you check up on a brother
Yet you have my name
on your lips just to bully my
Personality
Personality
I am who I am
I do what I want
I work out my life
I am focus to my dreams
I am royal to my struggles
I am who I chose to be
Don’t test me for nothing brother
Cos you can never know until you know
Despise me not for your hate
Am never your problem
Yes am not your worst nightmare
So when ever you come across my shadows brother respect my
Personality
You said it was 'simple tommy' a zionist to be.. If you thought Jews should have a homeland..Yet last time i noticed.' Simplicity, did not present to me.' I see it as a convoluted set up.' With con-vid arms
And coups..Subversion and 'deep agendas' drugs human traffiking, an evil stew.' I see there is much vying with some type of a 'cabal' creation of ( b l m ? ) by scoros; hell.! Then there are 'Jews.' For Palestine?' No mention of them ( no show
And tell.?) I just don't see this case as simple.' Maybe I'm not up to date.? Yet I
Just feel to raise a question.' Before all gets 'labelled, as simply' it was just; all in our fates.'
Between the Pauls, there were some laughs
From some with valued autographs
And glimpses of the former staffs
Of Saturday Night Live.
Some old routines brought up to date,
Including some just second-rate,
Performed to help to celebrate
What’s managed to survive.
Paul Simon started with a song
To which we all could sing along
And with a voice no longer strong,
For harmony he’d strive.
Sir Paul, the final singing guest,
In dapper shirt and jet-black vest,
Despite his lessened pipes, impressed,
The audience alive.
For fifty years of SNL,
We’ve watched careers it helped propel
And since this wasn’t a farewell,
We hope it long may thrive.
Head Tilting
I’ve lost my up-to-date level of
head tilting for the
Uncommon Certificate of
Head Action School. In my subjects I earned the
highest grade
ever
seen.
Birds
Birds should be
up to date with
sky traffic in the
foreign countries they’re visiting. ‘Send to
all nests copies, not ones that’ve
been shortened, parts removed – ASAP,’ one
bird should
spread. Also, injured in
the air birds have had
all the time to
make parachutes.
(Hint: à la "Heart" from "DAMN YANKEES")
You gotta be smart
If you wanna get a part
In a movie or a play on Broadway
There are dues you must pay,
Play it smart.
If you've put on some weight,
Make sure your headshot's up-to-date.
Kid, you ain't the only blonde who can act,
There are some fat ones, in fact,
But, lose the weight.
When you go to an audition,
One that's like a "cattle call",
Show your talent, heart, ambition,
A little leg,
Hell! Show it all.
Just say, oh screw it!
Disrobe and do it.
And when you finally get cast,
There's a way to make it last.
You can marry a producer, of course,
One who'll keep your sweet a**e performing art,
And art is all about heart…
Some talent helps, but mostly heart…
And T and A, but lotsa heart…
But first you gotta be smart.
A petite yet sinewy muscle, exuding charisma,
A citadel of expression, tenacious in awe.
Its tentacles sting with a vindictive jest,
While cavernous blooms cradle the nectar’s quest.
Cobblestoned emotions jade my mental slate,
As chronicles surface, vivid and up to date.
A fragile form, each breath a whispered plea,
Cracked like ice beneath a trembling sea.
Nervous breakdowns drown me by the shore;
Patronizing gazes weigh heavily on my core.
A colossal trial looms, plunging me into chiaroscuro gloom,
Echoing the spectral whispers of Annabelle's forsaken room.
Whiffs of solace levitate from amma's lap,
A delicate darling, like rose dew on morning's nap.
Yet, from heaven's soft veil, a Messiah descends,
Bestowing wisdom, like a balm that mends.
A cooing whisper: “Confidence is the finest accessory one can wear,”
Infusing my fragile spirit, quelling mayhem with flair.
A garment forged by time, self, and panache,
Glinting like sapphires in the esoteric cache.
For fear ravages the dungeon’s shadowed depths,
Shattering armor, leaving it fractured, bereft.
Magnetic words defy gravity’s law—
A candle in the rain, my flame untouched, in thaw.
Sequel to changes most socially something strange
and wonderful
some people may not in the first place understand:
How is one dollar, one thousand and five hundred
Nigerian naira?,
or how is one litre of petrol one thousand naira?,
does it mean one thousand five hundred Nigerian
kilometers square is equal to one kilometers square
on the western world?,
then how can we go to excursions there or even visit their
companies?
or yes how is corruption and solutions?.
Now, here is a question and question mark
what is Nigeria being up to date?.
You see sometimes even though our being up to date
is by virtue a thing
some of these people after the market day will come
up money and ideas however all about may end up
in rigging and fumbling
the thing, yes fumbling.
You see many, many, many a talks reminiscing us let
about the mill, although gal freckle and damn,
will you get back and fumble to choose a better way off?.
Green or blue, golden or silver, far or near, beautiful
blossoming or a dreadful blur thing tonight?.
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