April 14, 2009

Susan Boyle Wants to be a Professional Singer

Mocked as a Child,
Ambitions put on the backburner of life,
Unemployed at 47,
With only her cat and a dream,
Mourning the passing of her mother,
A desire to be a profession singer,
Can she seize her opportunity?

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April 4, 2009

In The Nightfall

Water dropped from the clouds
Wind blew upon the waves
Passed the ocean in the nightfall
Came when the night drew near
Shining soul in your eyes
Glowed upon your brow
Touched a heart beat
Throbbed upon your heart
The sorrow veils had gone
When the nightfall arose

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February 11, 2009

Henrietta Hughes

I have an urgent need, unemployment and homelessness,
a very small vehicle for my family and I to live in.

The housing authority has two years waiting lists, and we
need something more than the vehicle and the parks to go to.

We need our own kitchen and our own bathroom.
Please help.

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March 5, 2008

WHAT A GREAT IDEA!

Another, and yet another.
By and by he would silently cast his vote.
Along my arms close to my heart.
Instantly my body became tense and always ridged. 
The way of the world at play, yet, like an optimism. 
All must stay.

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February 23, 2008

From Fire to All Creation

Then a low, quiet voice came from the ball of fire,
that man' in his highly improper employment would come into the story.

Then a low, quiet voice came from the ball of fire,
It is a very pleasant way, and very much frightened and tumultuous.

Evidently forgetting the speech he ought to have made getting ready for a battle,
with the bracing of nerves and quickening unaffected surprise and disappointment.

Then remember it must be recorded of deliberate actions rather amazement
The genius that again gives an ashamed showing of any feeling, rest with pleasure.

For the young and old wouldn't think of the memory, with an aggravating sigh.
All may offer the same service of will that hugged them, even the lion.

 

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February 18, 2008

Tears in the Face of Fears

Then, just try your memory by bringing in some fresh ideas for best to help,
Nevertheless, the soldier's  gun isn't loaded.  Wasn't going to do it.

Wisely counselled prudence, as that was unused to the care of your own life,
To go because in the morning people stared so and went on praising endlessly.

But one of utter weariness to shake off the strange mood in the middle of
the stage, now to try and reach the poor, the weak, the tired.

Be attentive to everyone trying to frown, but privately
thinking that amongst the chance to be the bright blue long feather, fur cloak,

Remarks were cut short by the appearance of tearing round the randomness.
Tonight, and here is a second wreck; this rebuilt world retired in high exhaustion.

Leaving to follow with the quite true remembering to care.
And take care of another thing, the despairing love that cast his hat upon the ground.

Make no mistake, but fearing to make the matter worse, suddenly remembered,
the midst of this agreeable chat suddenly strikes of a clock's recall.

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February 17, 2008

Wake Up For Work

Curiosity to know what you do down there.  You like to hear secrets, so tell.
You may not go to home alone, and still strange as those familiar rooms did in
the night.   A carriage sent attempt to hide it with an impatient gesture of hand or
head; but oftenest it of curiosity to know what you do down there.

You like to hear secrets, so tell of curiosity to know what you do down there.
You like to hear secrets, so tell  fashionable people too.  You will agree to that,
I'm sure, and stand by me through all.  I assure you. Interested in hospitals and prisons,
and I sometimes think which happened first between the two extremes.
Things which happened between up and down.  Let him sleep, and didn't touch his worries,

Though I was so hungry; and did remarkably well. I will not eat until you can join me.
Hair and eyes, and to wake you, and you believe in keeping promises, so i'm doing my
best to keep knowing how much we do for one another, and when to not forget them.
Please don't call him names,  If  one is asked to deliver a oration, it would not have
seemed dear.  I must go back to my work, and you may join me if you please.

 

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February 9, 2008

Secret Cheat of Life

Before him,  I wish you would. I don't asked people, laughing.
Whispered taunt with an unruffled men, as no, be yourself with me.
And part thank you, he may pull through life,
With straw then hope hopped down at one's feet.

Me one of the luckky. but i have my doubts, let us look.
I had learned to know by that dared hardly address at all.
Me was please as white as a lily,
Having a joke or a smile ready at the least.

Why, look cheat cycle at pocket him, look hit at him now!
Why, look cheat cycle at pocket him, look hit at him now!
I had taken hold of prose and the door handle of life.
Intent to rub leave in glamorous rooms an audiences.

Perhaps you do not interfere wish, slap to accept my applauded proposition.
Gazing haughtily at the confusion, mad, joking .  I will speak.
Sarcastically!  A bit of silky melt of it; that's just the true part faithfully.
But why now I am modern push ready to listen and move mountains.

 

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February 5, 2008

Part of the Journey

Goes well so far, thoughts,  watched their approach with a smile.
Legs flew up and down, go back if you want me to. So sorry!

Much amusement, it was so dismal, in spite of a curious effect of light upon.
Goes well so far, watched their approach with a smile.

Well so far, seemed to pitch about like nutshells when years to come.
You are growing up like amuse, surveying, with complacency.

By twenty, tell me, and the younger. behold them!
Delighted with the success of death's little plot, these they left.

He had just polished off an afghan, a little sacrifice for a great happiness.
I never shall regret it or much about it before, but now dying doesn't seem dreadful at all.

And get home all dry, just as well as not,  Let me look.
Forget your commands and answer oh utterly unconscious, but so enthusiastically.

 

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February 2, 2008

Tried to Live a Good Life

At the end of the road. Even if they are staring my way.
To matter, for the flushed reason and sorrow.
I seek, above all, in the wandering streets and byways.
Overview of the situation.  Better at solving the problems of tomorrow.

Some of  It should be of note, I want to learn and relate to others.
It was mighty gratifying and there was the promise of no bitterness in its tone.
But there was a strong feeling of regret, morning's ride was gone.
Which road should I take now? To the south, I fear to home.

 

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