It was a cool refreshing evening for a stroll
It was the yearly harvest festival celebration
A tradition in this quaint new England town
Full of fun activities and great food and fun
I stopped for a pumpkin spice latte at the open café
On my way to the town circle with festive orange lights
Smiling as I could hear the children’s laughter and joy
A small group of them gathered for pumpkin carving
There were harvest decorations of hay bales and mums
Displayed with orange and cream colored fairly lights
Twinkling around the huge tent full of treasures to find
And with fresh apple and pumpkin pies and hot cocoa
Many candles for sale in fresh autumn scents
Displayed in baskets of colorful fall leaves
A knitting group sat together welcoming all while
Knitting scarves and hats and mittens for the needy
I found some delicious hot apple cider and donuts
As I sipped and ate my treats I took in all the festivities
I bought a pumpkin candle and a fresh apple pie to go
As I walked away, I remember feeling joyous for the season
I fancy you will find a wonderful man
Who loves you the way I once did
And will hold your admiration in hand
To give back to you what I once undid.
A man who understands who you are
One who is present in your times of need.
A man who loves you both near and far
To support you when you fail or succeed.
Perfect in every way, handsome, graceful
Adhere always to your whimsical whims.
Never wavering, unkind, or wasteful
Keeping you warm at night with sturdy limbs.
Greets you every morning with fanfare
Adheres to all the desires you may crave
And meets your unrealistic standards
Pining to please you from cradle to grave.
In your troubled world there is only one
Who is tough enough to withstand such fun.
December is known for short days and snow,
and for frozen skies over oceans that billow,
in the midst of winter's winds fiercely howling:
God chose the coldest day for Christ's coming!
In some countries, Nativity scenes
are staged alive as in the town of Assisi,
don't skip the arrival of the Magi
riding those camels that bring three gifts!
No night is more festive than Christmas,
listen to kids caroling from door to door,
their love for Jesus is a delight to explore;
greet them with joy, pause your chores!
Everybody must remember that Jesus
was the Redeemer, the Lamb of sacrifice,
Herod hunted this child because of envy,
he wanted to be the king chosen by destiny!
December brings us two wonderful gifts:
one is snow, the other is pure grace;
the Shepherd seeks His stranded sheep,
who lost their way by a steep creek!
The darkness spreads with night fall
The objects in the far sky look so small.
The dark sky is lighted up with the moon
That's God's blessing and boon.
The moon dazzles bright,so high
It appears bigger than stars to eye.
The radiance of moon spread far and wide
The heart longs to take the sky ride.
The moons appears like a diamond, rich and rare
Yet,never fails,it's brightness to share.
The phases of moon is a wonderful journey
Though at first it seems tiny.
In the night sky,moon is a glory
With a silver light,like a luminescent corry.
Splish Splash... the water's dancing
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Close your eyes,
Take a deep breath,
Let it go slowly,
Refresh your mind...
Can you hear something?
Listen to it,
They are telling you,
A wonderful story together…
Can you see their bond?
They connect the earth and the sky,
They are embracing one another,
Protecting us with endless love…
Can you feel it?
The gentle breeze and the birds’ chirping,
add more colours,
to their immortal relationship…
Can you ignore their mission?
Think for a moment,
They are the real heroes,
Of this beautiful planet…
Never imagined retirement would be so fabulous !
Ghosts of my past
Still try to haunt
Manifest to demons
Demons of destruction
They broke so much
Tore me apart from the inside out
Took control
Made me miss precious moments
Cost me my life
For such a long time
Reflections don't shy away from the truth
But lies is all I saw
It's been a war
A battle for change
Thought all the weapons were accounted for
Then suddenly out no where
They attack nightly
Knocking me down
I wasn't able to rise above before
But now I stand and deliver everything I once hid
It's the reality of an imagination that was built for change
I knew it was time to move forward not back
Bring those I care for up not down
I was the demon inside outside I was numb
Not no more
Not today
It's all about consistency
It's all about hope
It's takes one small step to create footprints they all will remember
I am here now ready for what lies ahead
No expectations and no set plan
It's freedom in me to be the one that changes it all
On my way
Catch me if you can
Because once the chase is over
You will see how wonderful I can be.
Clarence,
Clarence...
It's me!
It's me- George- George Bailey
"I made it, Clarence"
I just wanted to tell you- I made it"
Thanks to you, Clarence...
thanks to you, Clarence- I made it
Me "George Bailey"- made it!
Now,
now- "I'm here"
I'm here, Clarence
I'm here and I have to tell you, Clarence
You were right...
I'm here and I made it, and you were right, Clarence
So,
So, Clarence... how?
How?
How do I get them?
How do I get them, Clarence
How?
CHARLES MADILANA MOOKWA
“AKA” THE DANCING MAD MAN
Who is this mad dancing man?
If you knew his story, you’d be shocked to the core.
Charles graduated cum laude in Arts — the highest honour.
The wonderful Charles. The magnificent Charles.
He studied abroad, interned abroad, played the lead in a theatre series.
The centre stage was what he was born for.
Then came December.
He went home for the holidays and bought his mother a car.
That car took her life.
After that, Charles was never the same.
He never went back abroad.
The director tried to reach him. No luck.
He fell into a web of mental problems, roaming the streets he once performed on.
They call him the Dancing Mad Man now.
But 4 weeks felt like 4 years of misfortune.
One December trip home left him scarred for life.
The wonderful Charles.
The magnificent Charles.
A man without wings, who fell to the ground he came from.
True writers write from their hearts,
because they have ink in their veins.
Words flow onto their paper,
as they go writing away.
Their wonderful imagination comes alive,
wanting their readers to enjoy their work.
"May is the month of promise and the sweet beginnings of summer." - Unknown
The month of May,
holds many promises.
For mothers,
they have their very special day.
For the graduate,
a new life is emerging.
Memorial day,
a day to remember.
May a wonderful month,
before summer shows up.
Nancy was thrilled with her boyfriend, Mike
She followed him as he moved from town to town
There were things about him her relatives did not like
Mike was in the habit of putting Nancy's ideas down
He said if she got pregnant, he would leave her
She was his wife for twenty-three years, maybe
Her dream of being a morn squelched by this insolent cur
He left her to marry his girlfriend who was having his baby.
Nancy’s depression was expected by some.
She wasted her life doing things for this buffoon.
Many of us recognized Mike was a selfish bum.
For us, he could not leave too soon.
Hey Yeshua I am glad you brought me back to life
I am excited to be your best friend forever
Yellow Sparrow that sings we miss you
A Jay Bird that sings I love you
My best friend With peace for us all
Thank you Yeshua for saving my soul
They say they are building a third temple soon
That means you are coming back soon Lord Yeshua my Jesus
I love you always not everyone right now believes but I trust in you Jesus
I know you are coming back soon I can feel it
Truth you are the Truth Jesus my Yeshua my Best friend.
I love Anna your creation who is also my best friend.
You taught me Lord that I can have many best friends and I know I do
Anna is a mystery so I will let her stay a Mystery as long as she wishes
I am no mystery I am Yours Lord and I Love You Sir thank you forever
It’s a wonderful day my sweetheart
Much more beautiful though it might be
If we weren’t so cruelly set apart
For the reason that I cannot see
The sun beats down making patches of snow
Turn black and the roads are dry
I put on my leather boots to go
And dark glasses to hide my eyes
The pussy willow's in bloom; this means
That winter is fading away
I look at your blue hyacinths
They are spreading their petals today.
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