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 rid her head of every screech
and every noise they soon impeach,
to bring the sleep that's out of reach,
then on they go, to make things right,
and 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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Elusive
I wonder why
why is it so difficult
to find the way
to something different
like better sleep
deeper perhaps
think better and crystal clear
and not all out of sorts
have better straighter fatter legs
slimmer arms with ladylike wrists
with thick black hair to brag about
straighter nose and not a snout
...but will it make me sleep better
if I'm tall and curvaceous and prettier
🤔😅🤣☕
I wonder why
why is it so difficult
to find the way
to something different
like better sleep
deeper perhaps
think better and crystal clear
and not all out of sorts
have better straighter fatter legs
slimmer arms with ladylike wrists
with thick black hair to brag about
straighter nose and not a snout
...but will it make me sleep better
if I'm tall and curvaceous and prettier
🤔😅🤣☕
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Moondancing
Well, our boy reads her latest verse 👆
and can't believe his eyes. 👀
It makes him want to swear and curse, 😠
which comes as no surprise.
So leaping up and setting out 👣
he heads for Blue-Sand Beach. ⛱️🐬
The Blue-Sand Girl should have no doubt
that she's a girlie peach; 👩🌾🍑
and also she should sleep at night, 🛏️,💤🌛
which after all is fair;
our boy will make her night times right, 🙃
and free her mind from care. 💤💤
So, soon he's on her Blue-Sand Shore, ⛱️🐬
and up her path he's runnin',
then banging on her Blue-Sand door,🚪
he hears her voice say, 'Come in.' 🚪
and so he does and finds her there,
as pretty as can be.👩🌾👒
Was ever any girl as fair
for loving eyes to see? 💙👀
'Hello,' she says, 'Please have a seat, 🛋️
you've come a long, long, way. 🌍🌏
I bet you have two weary feet 👣
is all that I can say.' 💬
Our boy replies, 'No time to sit. 🛋️
We have to leave right now.⚡⚡
I've come to make you sleep at night 🛏️💤🌛
and that I'll do, I vow.
'We have to go to Magic Land 🧙♂️
and find a Magic Spell, 🧙♂️
and when we do you'll understand
just how to sleep, and well. 🛏️💤🌛
'So grab your coat and grab your hat, 👒,
we leave without delay.⚡⚡
We have no time to sit and chat, 🗨️🗨️
we must be on our way.' 🛣️
'OK,' she says, 'I'll get dressed fast.
I'll wear my dress of blue,👗
then we can hit the road at last, 🛣️
the way we like to do.' 🙃
So off they set to Magic Land, 🧙♂️
beneath their shining Moon, 🌛
and side-by-side and hand-in-hand 👋👋
they sing their favourite tune. 🎶🎵🎶
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3o4Fgh0KW_4&pp=ygUfd2FsayBkb24ndCBsb29rIGJhY2sgcGV0ZXIgdG9zaA%3D%3D
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[To be continued (if or whenever we feel like it🙃)]
Thoughts as a Cloud Covers the Sun 🌥️
The sweetly singing lark is unaware
the shadow of the hawk will swooping come
to chill the bright and happy summer air
and blot with death the yellow of the sun.
Each note it sings could be the last of all
that issues from its joyful silver throat,
then silence like a shroud will thickly fall
and end the echoes of that final note.
But while the lark's alive it sings its songs
and pays no heed to what's outside the now.
With melodies alone the lark belongs
and sing it will, till death does not allow.
As we should sing our song out loud and clear,
because perhaps today that hawk is near.
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rCDZzf4ragg&pp=ygUXYnJpZ2h0IHNpZGUgb2YgdGhlIHJvYWQ%3D
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