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 Jan 2016 Aztec Warrior
Bunhead17
Hey Shout out to
Wolf Spirt ''The lovable wolf'',
Elsa Angelica ''My bestie"
and Mr. Zeal ''My play brother''

..........They are the Greatest people I ever meet. :D
They always give me the best advice.
Honestly I can't even describe them in words.
I'm glad to have meet all of you guys
& i'm glad to have you all in my life.
I wouldn't know what to do without either one you now.
I love you guys so much :D
Thank you for being there for me and being my friends
sorry, Elsa I haven't thought of a better nickname for you. lol :D
Oh, what will you give us?
say the sad bells of U.S.

Indeed! You are smitten!
Say the bells of Great Brittan

It is such a pity!
Weep the weak bells of Italy

You did sing, you did dance,
say the smug bells of France

Now, where is your harmony?
Say the cold bells of Germany

It's a terrible plan!
Say the bells of Japan

Oh, don't be a whiner,
Say the red bells of China

Yes, your demise we ushered,
Say the hard bells of Russia

We will use violence
say the black bells of ISIS.

There can be no more borders
Said the New World Order

I will steal your last breath
Said the grey bells of death

We will treat you well
lied the hot bells of hell...


And, what will you give us?
Say the sad bells of U.S.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/31/2015
All rights protected
The bells of hell verse co-written
by Ian Woods... Thanks Ian!

Based upon the song
"The Bells of Rhymney"
sung by Pete Seeger, The Byrds and
Judy Collins on YouTube.

It is about a great coal mining disaster
and failure of the 1926 strike that resulted
from this tragedy.

-
as i wish
upon a star
this lonely
new year's eve
i won't be
going anywhere
and yet i will
not grieve
i only hope
the gift i wish
will surely
be received

i ask
providence
in heaven
for the blessings
of your youth
that you'd dream
just as a child
and those
dreams will become
TRUTH

that ink would flow
from wells so deep
that starlight's
in the quill
that the parchment's
as endless
as the measure
of your
will

and then
i would that
galaxies
scintillating
there
where they shook
wherever you look
in the
fireworks
glare

that each star
that winks above
as far as
you can see
will be a blessing given
and you'll know
it's from

ME


HAPPY NEW YEAR!

your friend
Catherine


°°•☆°°''♡••°°☆
There was a time it was f! that noise
then there was yelling at the boys
an alcoholic cacophony
we put the fun in dysfunctionality.

Only a wish for peace and quiet
then it was there
and there was you
and quiet you could do.

I had scars, horrors to tell
i needed to cry and scream and yell.
A listener you turned out to be.
A perfect friend for me.

I have talked it through
and here are you
quiet in your independence
but nothing to say hence.

I see your horrors now
and wish for you to take a turn
and talk it through and learn
how healing it can be to let it out you see.
Please, just talk to me.
Quiet men, i love one. He is what he is, there is no changing that. I wish sometimes he could win the fight inside you see, and finally talk to me..
Cookies, Cookies which ones to make?
Cookies, Cookies which ones to bake?
Is it oatmeal for him? sugar for me?
Ooh! these jam ones look scrumptious (in the picture) you see?
Will it be bran for momma, or peanut butter for sis?
Oh, I could cook them all and someone's favorite still miss.....
I could wash, and I could dust & sweep and mop , till i'm dead,
but alas, if you watch, I'll be baking instead because I have cookies in my head.
Cookies, Cookies, which ones to make
Cookis, Cookies, which ones to bake?
Happiness
,
Just a silly poem from years gone by when my miracle son was a toddler, and i was filling the time at home.
A perfectly lovely scene.
That reflects a beautiful city.
A-glow with white glitter
that covers the city streets
and glistening roof tops.

The icicles slowly come to life
along the sides of buildings
otherwise gaudy with technology.
Odd, how nature puts a wholesome beauty
into things that were never beautiful.

Of all the things that she can do,
beauty, and life are her talents.
Therefore, the lucky ones who see the ice fairies
dancing on the windowsills,
surely must enjoy life more
than those who just see
snow!....
This poem was written 2-18-1988 during a heavy snowstorm in San Antonio Texas.  During an argument with my mother in law at a family function.  It was the only shared moment we have ever had to this day.
She thought she saw something on the snow dust in the windowsill
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