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#stamina
You have a life of oppression and suppression, Of no appreciation, Self-worth strangled at birth, And now that suppressed rage And sobbing frustration has Been released by my stupidity, To snap and snarl and attempt To rip out the throat of someone, Anyone, Me, In truth I deserved to die, But I am still alive And still loving you, I still have your back and All the vitriol and spite I accept And dispose of safely, And now finally you are weary Of the fight, (me too) And I am still here in love, Still holding you, God willing I always will
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Nov 29, 2023
Nov 29, 2023 at 7:14 AM UTC
Watchspring
Stranger crossed by Stepping Fast Forward I kept on tracking Who follows the next A group of People did Though, Each of them were Their own, The Third The Second The First Building their Personal  best
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
Morning Walk
Stir not the Ether to serve thy self, but invoke thine Paradise God's. Here keep close all thine Thought, For Salvation aren't easy bought. Victory cometh for Knights of steel, those who labor for the Lord only. Such souls shall not feel O so lonely, for their treasure is indeed this seal. O Lord you reign Supreme! Thou hast birthed a Universe grand, and brought thine beauty in all man. Ye love thine babes as mother's do, yet only thee can love as you O do. Praise, O glorify Thee! Thou Pearls are of the Sea. Hail O Lord, let thine Name be discovered. Thy Kingdom come, and thy Will be done.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
Endurance
born 1900 when Austria was still a monarchy that did not know it was approaching its end growing up as the daughter of the mayor of a little district town big fish in a small pond educated accordingly as a ‘higher daughter’ be a home decorator do needlework be a gourmet cook play the piano be a respectable member of the community and the parish when she turned 18 after the end of world war I the social order for which she had been prepared simply disappeared her father became a disillusioned monarchist the town’s republicans elected a new mayor she married a railway engineer who left her after her daughter my mother was born she managed to survive world war II as a single mother watched her daughter fall in love with, at Christmas 1946, and marry in April 1947 a guy who had just escaped from a Soviet POW camp looked like a walking skeleton my father AND was the son of a communist who had survived world war I as a POW in Siberia strange bedfellows they used to play cards together once a week with great gusto class warfare morphed into social entertainment both my parents were working grandmother led the household on the side did bookkeeping for local businesses to bring in some money practically raised me and my brother cared for us when we were sick taught me to play the piano was always afraid we would not get enough to eat for a while, as a little child, I slept in the same room with her and learned that she had a wondrously melodious snore going over an octave & some such when, after grade school, I had to leave at 5.45 am to catch the train pulled by a sturdy steam engine that took me to the high school 50km down the road she was concerned when I rushing out the door just grabbed parts of the breakfast she had so lovingly prepared when I left home for university she was not happy when I went to the USA for a whole year she was disconsolate she did enjoy her great-grandkids when they visited, though too much distance for too long from the place of her birth made her uncomfortable in her later years she needed a familiar place that came with its familiar things to do and know she lived to be 87 I saw her last after a second stroke had mostly incapacitated her a tiny woman curled up waiting to leave us for a world that finally might heal the pain and disappointment she had so bravely mastered throughout her life
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
GRANDMOTHER
born 1900 when Austria was still a monarchy that did not know it was approaching its end growing up as the daughter of the mayor of a little district town big fish in a small pond educated accordingly as a ‘higher daughter’ be a home decorator do needlework be a gourmet cook play the piano be a respectable member of the community and the parish when she turned 18 after the end of world war I the social order for which she had been prepared simply disappeared her father became a disillusioned monarchist the town’s republicans elected a new mayor she married a railway engineer who left her after her daughter my mother was born she managed to survive world war II as a single mother watched her daughter fall in love with, at Christmas 1946, and marry in April 1947 a guy who had just escaped from a Soviet POW camp looked like a walking skeleton my father AND was the son of a communist who had survived world war I as a POW in Siberia strange bedfellows they used to play cards together once a week with great gusto class warfare morphed into social entertainment both my parents were working grandmother led the household on the side did bookkeeping for local businesses to bring in some money practically raised me and my brother cared for us when we were sick taught me to play the piano was always afraid we would not get enough to eat for a while, as a little child, I slept in the same room with her and learned that she had a wondrously melodious snore going over an octave & some such when, after grade school, I had to leave at 5.45 am to catch the train pulled by a sturdy steam engine that took me to the high school 50km down the road she was concerned when I rushing out the door just grabbed parts of the breakfast she had so lovingly prepared when I left home for university she was not happy when I went to the USA for a whole year she was disconsolate she did enjoy her great-grandkids when they visited, though too much distance for too long from the place of her birth made her uncomfortable in her later years she needed a familiar place that came with its familiar things to do and know she lived to be 87 I saw her last after a second stroke had mostly incapacitated her a tiny woman curled up waiting to leave us for a world that finally might heal the pain and disappointment she had so bravely mastered throughout her life
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Today I'm gonna tell you How to be a good girl that Ma loves First, remove all your piercings But don't shove them down the drain You'll need them later. Second, have a straight hair that Ma likes No buts and no ifs Only yes and yes But keep all your curler and ribbons You'll need them to straighten your soul. Nobody tells you this In the street or in the market Nobody texts you how it's done But now that I've done it and I know why Because it takes stamina to be a good girl.
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
Good Girl
*I can recommend two things in life Friends and shoes. A friend will defend 'till the end Shoes will let you cruise the streets A friend will try to mend you when broken Shoes will soften, and mould to you Like a lover in bed. Friends pick you up when you are down Shoes become missiles ready to be thrown. But, as a woman I can say the play from shoes is better than friendly play, Shoes attract, friends detract. Both are needed Just not on the same day!*
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
Friends vs Shoes