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What to cook, or which ingredients to add...
Hmm. Consult your two Sisters if I may suggest
But knowing you, of Health and Taste be glad
A Masterpiece birthed; Or a Monster at-less
Then again, this Creamy Gift you encrypt
Smothered by the Blue Dragon on-demand
With Reason heartfelt for her Smiles uplift
Signed her Approval by holding your hand
Of course, there's Dessert. The Prime of the Day
Best from your Show's stress to Service relieve
A taste from your Earth; With Sweetness the Way
Led her Heart for Triumph she will believe.
This is your Clue. An Opportunity last
To Suckle the Babe; And Mature it fast.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
What Fashion does your Flaming Hair address
Or else temper the Warmth which defines you
This Help, assist in our Concerns distress
Unexpected, yet ever-welcome true
Such Flame - taped silent - burst in my surprise
Oppose an Urchin's Tongue to my conceit
A Mentor - calm - tempting to my reprise
Improve my Model; Then ask your receipt
Ever then, tell, why Habits breed snakes
Unable to pause since decline the legs
Meanwhilst. You. Excel with Life's Living Brakes
At least in Public, so your Statement begs.
Please refrain your Fear. Harmless as this Verse
A Friendship's Gift it is; And nothing worse.
All but the Tastiest Stars recommend
The very Batch of Lights we should absorb
And you, pity must your Choices first end
Decide the Easy Kilogramme at-store
I should have known this; But what has been
Drink the Passioned Chalice prescribed by choice
Which, merry-mastered as you should have seen
Up-Turn a table Jolly Jesters voice
Now whose Scale weighs? Without the aid of Gold
Judge whose Denser Form labels sentient
Mine the Sour Air; Yours the Sweetest Hold
Either which pick the Prime and Pertinent.
I'll take my Leave. But not a Coward's Coat
To wear the Moon's shoulders; Yet still do gloat.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
But life is just a fancy phase
A seed that's from the start is sown.
A life that every one can own
A part that every one must face.

Its' ups and downs is but a way,
Of telling you what world you make
If it was true or was it fake,
It makes your destiny that you sway.

For life is but an irony
It teaches you what's in your past.
For you can learn or you can just
Ignore it from all your memory.

Yet life is just a passing dream,
But somehow it will end and soon
Its' end could always be a boon
Or it could only be a scheme.

And yet as death do so enfold
Relief does come as it occurs.
For in the end it just incurs
To be of fame or just untold.

Yet death is just a simple thief
That lurks behind in every life,
And strikes unknowest in its strife
No matter what was your belief.

So now I wish this life to mend
Thus I could rest and be so blessed.
To stop a life I have possessed
And so at last this life would end.
I asked my Uncle Francis to write a Poem for me during his Spare Time (He would rather not allow me to Mention his Full Name for Privacy reasons and would have wanted me to take Credit for it - no Joke!) which also doubled as his Advice to me about what Love means to him. Here is his Response. I hope you Guys will Like it. =))
I since pocketed these Letters of late
The Name which spelled Indifference to me
Though Un-Faulted, salt those Trenches of Hate
Are those my Performance has come to be
So that Lesson - engraved - frown this Compass
To which this Arrow de-values the One
As such looked to Heal; And oil-out this Pass
To let my Weights submit and prove un-done
Yet, sooner or later, such Plant out-grows
And release its Denser Fruits long did bear
Realise, its Pulp too sweetened it blows
Sugar to Poison; Much my throat will tear.
My Uncle once stood, and stood in Divine
The Heart does not breathe; But bellows in Mind.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Sick be your Service to her Majesty's earned
As Subject connects to the Predicate
For these Numbered Fathers wring Clocks adjourned
Her firm and footed Heart accumulate
Never has my cloud of such Clouds combined
How her months spent Moons for your Just Return
Which, by Day, tie Knots to her palms by Night
By strafing those Bullets will deflect a Burn
At this Point, the Line where I bid salute
None but the Stars-of-Jack best achieve
That you - Potent Sample - pay resolute
Which the Iron Man will always believe.
Thursday calls. The Crescent good-bids your Glove
To fill your Mission; Yet maintain her Love.
#toniacouch
This valiant Soldier-of-Trials endured
Of much his Placard Dream for Stars commit
Applied his Years; When his Sponsors assured
That at last found his Chance to benefit
This Dream, Mattered Friend, since kinder discuss
At random lines bought the Diver in common
For sure, left the Glue for me to adjust
And raise the Master from his Dominion
You, of all, Noble from these Idols sung,
Quaint is their access for your Inspire
Hoping, with Wasps sting your Parents have stung
The Name this Family will respire.
Fly on, my Eagle: Fly to your Reward
Encash your Savings; And spend your Accord.
#JMRamos1701D
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