I have strength enough to admit I am wrong.
And the temptation of today was enough.
To put me over my limit of turning a blind eye.
And saying what i had, wasnt my place.
But isn't it ironic...
That the roles were reversed.
Not even a month ago.
I never got your support.
Instead I got attacked,
For no reason at all.
I am sorry because.
I thought you would expect that.
I am not a nice person,
Who bends to your wishes.
No I do revenge.
And that makes me bad.
If I can spill my heart.
If my opinion gets tossed aside.
Dont expect me to care.
When your there.
No expect me at the side,
With camera in hand.
Popcorn at my side.
And speaking my mind.
Everybody luvs Alan.. he's a peach..
Twindle, dwindle,
Kindle, dwindle.
The stars kept tumbling down.
There came a day,
They ran away.
The sun and moon now frown.
The sun and the moon are round..
A smile is a frown upside down..
Just turn them til they smile at you..
The love in your heart will always be true..
Poetry
is a tree
that writes poems.
Vodka, vodka,
get in my bodka.
Kaboom will go my taste buds
and your flavours will flow like floods.
If you don't like voddie,
I'll kill you
and dump the body.
Let it go, let it go,
We don't care anymore.
Let it go, let it go!
It's over now!
I don't want to here this anymore!
There's no need to fight!
Get over this anyways
I can't believe I am here posting this message again, but here I am.
Please keep these forums civil or I will close it down! Act like adults and NO PERSONAL ATTACKS. If you have issues with each other, please take it private and keep it off the forums. Let's try to have some fun and not piss each other off. Thank you!
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Valentine's Day is coming
So what do we do?
Buy candy?
Buy flowers?
Dress up dandy?
Smile more & not act sour?
I will do something
That's what momma's do
They try inspiring
For a love that's true
A mothers love is undying
It's a true gift
We help dreams keep flying
We give it an extra lift
This poem is random indeed
But it's special to me 🎀
Macavity: The Mystery Cat
by T S Eliot
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw—
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime—Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!
Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square—
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!
And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair—
But it's useless to investigate—Macavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
It must have been Macavity!'—but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumb;
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:
At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN'T THERE !
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
Sometimes things are difficult
They're hard to understand
But if we could just reach out
And hold on to God's hand
Then maybe with each passing day
Our strength will begin to grow
And in those silent moments
We feel God's love glow
So try to be calm and patient
Letting go of our own plans
Giving God the complete control
While holding tightly to His hand
We have to say goodbye to those we've lost
While holding closely to those still here
And remembering God loves us
Though His plans may bring tears
🎀Written for my sister and brother-in-law after losing his brother🎀
There are those who will befriend you;
Lend support when times are tough
Then there are those who will rail against you
And stab you in the back quickly enough
When there is just the slightest hint
Of spurious offence to be seen to be taken
You can rest assured that offence will be grabbed,
However miguided or mistaken.
What ensues is the sort of melee
Usually seen in a kindergarten
This behaviour by supposed adults
Is guaranteed to utterly dishearten.
And the reason for all this unseemliness?
Why, the opportunity to puff and blow
And to spout miguided gibberish
About things they do not know.
Not bothering with facts or truth, of course
Because there's a scent of blood in the air!
Let's rip into the outrageous interloper
Who cares whether it's right or fair?
To gang up like a bunch of bullies
Childishly egging one another on
Into making ever nastier comments
Hoping you can make me gone.
My god, what an uncouth reaction
To one who speaks his mind
Who tells things how he really feels
How can you be so cruel and unkind?
Insult and berate me as much as you like,
Because the one thing you cannot see
Is how much I sit and laugh at you:
It's better than watching TV!
Understand this, I'm not going to change my ways
Just to fit in with how YOU think I ought to be
That just is not ever going to happen
I will always remain true to me
Which leaves you with a choice, my friends
Continue or back off and allow my me rightful place
As a welcome member and contributor to
This community we call Stories Space.
Nicely said Gypsy, but I'm afraid your comments are substantially above his paygrade. Not one caution heeded. Not one lesson learned. You might as well be talking to a fencepost. There hasn't been the smallest effort by him to be sensitive to his peers. Unfortunately he is just a thorn without any hope of a rose.
