MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS
Zinnia,I remember you,each day
Don't ever despair,my Petunia
Or give up,precious Lily.
Never forget,my Carnation
I'm thinking of you,my Pansy
You have my devotion,Honeysuckle.
My heartfelt love always,Myrtle
With sincere regards my Daffodils-
Forever...my floral friends.
or perhaps
a prosaic prothalamion
with a epithalamium
sung to greet their wedding day
in rhyming roundelay-
verse and versicle
doxology
antiphon-
in plain
song
Why are politicans always so sure about the future being better any whichway?
whilst they are continually addressing past mistakes all day?
that were never going to happen in their future anyway!
but they never want to go back to their past either way
and why can't they just be happy with the way things are (today?)
Joe Maverick
I have existed through out time
With all these elements I did combine;
As my soul soars guess what I find
I looked, I saw a message straight behind.
The spirit turns around as I caught a sight
An incredible twilight proceeded the night;
A thought so pleasant and just right,
I grabbed it's rein and I held on tight.
So special a twilight I could tell,
Always there it's wonder would not fail;
Do not think this is some fairy tale,
Pure radiance like buckets of hail.
Inward I feel so freely as light air
Floating as though I had not a care;
Passing every whichway I know not where,
Lights streaming down as luminas hair.
Have you ever seen such a show,
In One's presence is where I did go;
It is His love I most certainly know,
Thine being is my twilight of the soul.