Poem of 2024
Life's A Bitch, Darling
Life's always pleased, it seems, to ambush us
upon our road at times we least expect
it, coming crashing in with all its fuss
to leave our dreams, so precious, smashed and wrecked.
At any opportunity, with games
and painful tricks, it loves to see us hurt,
it loves to see our hopes go up in flames,
it loves to leave us lying in the dirt.
But up we battered get, we have no choice,
we have to walk along our fated track,
obeying cruel Life's commanding Voice
which calls us on, and there's no turning back.
We only know – on this we can depend –
that living Life will kill us in the end.
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Y16oB1iHNfQ&pp=ygUWbWFyYyBib2xhbiBjaWxsYSBibGFjaw%3D%3D
I ♥️ Cilla
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Achtung! Minenfeld!
He gently probes the road before he dares
to place his foot upon the ground, then slow,
so slow, he inches forward, full of cares
for unexploded words he doesn't know
are there, for metaphors misunderstood,
for similes which may perhaps go Boom!
for images which may do him no good,
which may explode and cover him with gloom.
Sometimes alas! he fails and all goes wrong,
and when he hears that Bang! it makes him sad.
Exploding mines with him do not belong,
and when they do, it makes our boy feel bad.
The shrapnel from a mine can cause offence.
A misplaced foot, unmeaning, his defence.
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=N-84Nl0nT5Q&pp=ygUdcHJhaXNlIHlvdSBjaHJpc3RvcGhlciB3YWxrZW4%3D
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(Read this poem if ever you can't sleep, 🙃)
The Sleep Police
The Sleep Police are on their way
and they'll be there without delay
to chase those silly sheep away
and then her dreams will come to stay.
They'll make each bubble's wakeful thought
become a soft and soothing charm,
cicada chatter they'll disarm,
dispersing all their noisy harm,
to bring the peace which long she's sought.
And now they're on her Blue-Sand Beach
they'll rid her head of every screech
and every noise they will impeach,
to bring the sleep that's out of reach.
They set to work, to make things right,
they round up all those silly sheep,
the ones that pranced, but would not leap,
allowing not the girl to sleep,
but kept her wakeful through the night.
And soon the noisy things have gone
and not remains a single one
to stop our girl from sleeping on
until should come the new day's dawn.
So now the girl should rest assured
that every night will be the same.
If noisy sheep should be to blame,
the Sleep Police will stop their game,
and so with luck her problem's cured. 🙃
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5XwXliCK19Y&pp=ygUYaW0gb25seSBzbGVlcGluZyBiZWF0bGVz
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