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I sit near the window,
The mountain in view,
The garden's so quiet,
Flowers are few,
Cover your cleavage my nieces
For the fruits are not ripe for harvest
The world has changed-they get aroused at sight
The pedophiles eyes water with lust.
A happy hatching has occurred,
An Inca tern chick comes brand new.
The species, an endangered bird,
Can be seen at Lincoln Park Zoo.
I long for the old days
Where we belonged to the society and the society belonged to all
I long for the old days where we smiled from the heart not from our teeth
I long for the days where communal activities brought us together as a society-no one felt alienated in a crowd
My dad, God bless him, some thought was weird,
and not because he chewed tobacco and ….. had a beard.
But unlike some dads who leave raising kids up to 'Mom',
Dad parented gently, though he could be stern (while calm) .
He said to the Ocean
'how deep your depths,
how many waves
each day crest? '
Many years ago in the early 80’s, my life was about to encounter an abrupt change. I was happily enjoying all the things that were going on in my life at that time. My husband and I enjoying good times, everything seemed to be nicely falling into place. The money was coming in on a regular basis, the children were doing well in school, sickness was almost non-existent. I was preparing for a body-building competition, my health, I thought was
excellent. I worked very hard in the gym, was determined to win the competition of course.
We just opened a new business called (Dynamic Demo) received a contract to work at the Co-op stores, fantastic I thought. While working in Co-op,
She said wearily
'I am trapped
in the Chain of Desperation
trying to break free;
It's the laughter most I miss
and doing things in the sun.
I look in the mirror glass
and see a woman still young
My mother was a staunch member of the Women's Institute in the village where she lived the last thirty-five years of her life. This poem is about an incident that took place at about the same time as the Watergate scandal in the United States.
She flicks the switch, the room is bugged.
She smiles to think the girls she’s hugged
Just like all other new things
they change over time, our hearts perish
nothing is as changeable as the world itself
Obituary: Common Sense
Don't know who the Author is of this piece: but wanted to share it.
Mom, Mamma, Maa, Amma
However we call
You are always by our side
To answer our cry
My Father's words are my legacy
He gave the pen of ardent writing.
The love for books and careful study,
And wealth of knowledge gained by reading.
(dedicated to Ms. Magdalena Kožená, a great mezzo-soprano)
listen to bees' playing
listen to rains' pouring
Barely concealing emotion and tentative as
if mutely accusing me of complicity she
asked if I had seen her little dog. We’ve
known each other seven years; while she
Smoking and drinking is naturally unhealthy
It is not for the poor and even the wealthy
It is not for the young and even mature
Its not for anyone that's for sure
I may not be rich in wealth...
but I am wealthy in the richness of many young hearts
I may not be lucky to be gifted with life's comforts......
They are the blind who see, they are the deaf who hear and the mute who speak
They are the disadvantaged, the disabled and the challenged
They feel everything but remain unsure of what it is they have touched
They seek God but find evil in practically everything he created
As a parent the first thing you discuss with your partner, your husband or your wife is the hope your children will be healthy and have a happy life.
Mr. Rufous-necked hornbill tells
Mrs. Rufous-necked hornbill that
It's been longest of bird dry spells
Lovemaking in their habitat.
The Bible is not meant
to be read through.
It is meant to be prayed
Even in betrayed
levels of forgiveness
Parenting is now a
full contact sport
No lines demarcated,
Success, for Jeremy
by Michael R. Burch
We need our children to keep us humble
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