Tea,
My friend
I can make
I have leftover from
The box they welcomed us with
When we moved into this accommodation,
Where we’re breaking from study for Monopoly
And the Yorkshire tea rations are especially lovely
When you’re used to whatever you usually have in
That you associate with stress of long nights completing assignments.
Spain won the world cup yesterday, one to nil - but it was never close. Spain spent 70% of the game in Argentina’s backfield - pressuring.
Spain had nine respectable shots at a goal - scored one with another called back. Argentina had one shot that almost went in. I know losing when I see it - Argentina winning would have been a fluke.
Speaking of losing - Madonna at halftime.
A critic wrote that, "Madonna has come to represent America’s fear of aging."
Yeah, aging has never looked less appealing.
I may take up smoking.
I know, she recently had a single hit #1 on the Billboard charts.
Back when the Beatles were cranking out 24 #ones in a row, you had to sell a million records a week to crack the top ten, and 1.3 to 1.5 million a week to stand a chance at a #1. Today (with streaming) you can get a #1 with a 7th of that number.
I love early Madonna - but I know creepy when I see it.
Who’s older, Madonna or Trump?
Whatever, both are too old for their jobs.
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A song for this:
Vogue by Madonna
Cruel and Pretty by Over the Rhine
grief lies on my back
pinning me to the bed
I am exhausted by her
she is a master manipulator
she follows me to the bathroom
in the mirror I see my father’s face
I have his chin, eyes, hair and bad teeth
grief gloats
she hits me whenever and wherever she wants
is this the fifth?
she hits me more than usual on November 5th
Daddy’s death date
Leave me alone, I yell
I splash water on my face
she waits for me in the bedroom
the first thing I see in there is Daddy’s red plaid shirt
grief is still in charge
not all the time, but often enough
I crawl back into bed,
she has won again
love is the only emotion that cares not what others are saying
Your womanly grace touched even heaven’s face,
and I loved you at that first, sudden sight.
I watched your wondering eyes in quiet hours,
in slothful time, devotion shaped the soul.
In loving you, I came to know your stanch faith,
and my wandering heart entwined with your sacred spirit.
At each day’s end, twilight pressed upon my chest,
and my heart trembled at the thought of leaving you.
A Thursday afternoon—rain tapping its fingers
against the glass, impatient, like the aching in my ribs,
the one I could not name.
Write down four small wins for thirty days, the DJ said.
No fireworks, no epiphanies—just the whisper
of something lighter than a promise.
Day One: I watched the steam rising from my coffee,
the way it curled like a question mark. A win for patience.
Day Seven: I noticed the barista remembered my order.
A victory, small as a sugar cube, but it dissolved sweet on my tongue.
Day Fifteen: Rain again, but this time I opened the window,
let the damp air press its forehead to mine.
A win—feeling the weather, not just enduring it.
Day Thirty: The unnamed ache hadn’t vanished,
but now it shared the room with other things~
a handful of glinting, ordinary moments
I’d gathered like scattered coins,
enough to buy back a little of the light.
My love for you lives somewhere above me
a quiet star, burning wiser than my name.
It shines where my doubts used to gather,
it glows where my fears once claimed their throne.
My will was only to try,
yet love for you carried me further
past the edge of hesitation,
into the soft certainty of success.
My will was to leap,
but your love gave me wings
not just the courage to jump,
but the grace to rise, to fly, to stay aloft.
My will was to learn,
but loving you made me a lantern
glowing enough to guide not just myself,
but those who wandered near me in the dark.
My will was to heal,
but your love stitched me stronger
turning my fractures into gentleness,
turning my wounds into wisdom.
My will was to smile,
but your love made me laugh
not the small laughter of passing joy,
but the deep one that cleans the soul.
My will was to survive,
but you made me flourish
you taught me that life is more
than breath and heartbeat,
that living is an art of blooming.
My will was simply to live,
yet your love taught me
how to live happily
with a lightness in my bones,
a melody in my steps,
and a sky inside my chest
that keeps widening for you.
Honesty always wins the Victory Cup
So, lift your hands...higher and higher...up and up
Drink it down...or sulk it up....
Let's toast & cheer while HOLDING-UP
our small and little sippy-cups
In everything you say and do,
Make "Honesty First" your Priority Rule
So all "litter-lies" and every "waste-for-excuse"
stand appalled and OVER-RULED…•
Money may win in this world, we may give all our dreams to have money.
We may give all our mind and heart and love for money.
We may walk and sleep and eat with others just for money.
We may turn away from our truth for money.
Money may led us to places we never could imagine.
Money is powerful, making us have motivation, to do things we never dreamed of.
Money wins sometimes in this world, because without it we have to suffer the loss of stuff.
Money has power but we have choice, the ability to choose and not fall into the lost.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
Let’s conquer woes of fear and doubt
Battling against brokenness' pain
Vanquishing through hope ... gloomy pout
Our great faith wins!
Standing firm upon harsh terrain
We bounce back for championship bout
Proving that blest courage does reign.
Overcoming harshness of drought
Ferocious toward triumph gain
Freed by God* from cowardice-clout
Our great faith wins!
Mark 11:22 “And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.”
July 1, 2025
4th pl;ace, "Broken but bold enough to bounce back" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 11/28/2025
Love wins, with all the bliss, it sailed in and gave me a kiss.
The kiss was wet and came as a shock, it hit like a lightning bolt.
Like a spark, it hit my heart, making me feel like I had a heart attack.
Love can show up any time, it can come, straight out of nowhere, and is always on time.
It can come and go, so find your forever kiss.
Love and miss you my forever kiss, may this kiss find you and not miss.
Lifting prayers for all of the loves we miss.
Grace once took me by the throat
And squeezed until I gave up Pride,
But Pride remained still unprovoked
As will began to slowly die
So faith stepped up and begged for hope
But hope preferred unstable waters,
Which brought despair on noose and rope
And silenced all I had that mattered
Yet faith prevailed, though by a smidge
As small and simple took the win,
For little triumphs made me rich
And progress I did find therein
Lost
Losing makes us stronger
Or so it is said
Someone who loses all the time doesn’t say
That
the medical obstruction of justice as opposed to the medical obstruction to justice
logic and logical assembly of sentences without derivations nor deviations
as i am not the team but the expression of free speech
as i am not property, yet i am anothers possession
another right is violated, the medical oath is not licensable as the incision into free while collecting payment
physical oath is not a valid statement
my physical condition is being attacked and sold and purchased as tissue to erode and validate philosophical conjecture
next argument of logic
exposure death/death by exposure to the elements
requires that i authorize spending on my own behalf for i am instructionally superior to my subordinates.
an in humane condition is being constructed out of my body by the state of california and the united states of america
this is my civil right in writing to define this crime against me as a man
Whoa! toxic compounds really flow
Who knew this Earth was not a ho?
When with her we toyed
Her life got destroyed
And oh no! we’ll reap what we sow
Humans are the planet’s riffraff
Our trash ordains an epitaph
This green world seemed sweet
Now smashed and not neat
So who's not the wheat but the chaff?
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