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used to be that a man could be the suitor
is he now the suitee
used to be going steady
now just going no where
used to be love and romance
could be a noose around your neck
used to be a coming together of the sexes
now only ending in senseless vexes
used to cummulate in a ring and a forever
now its a never ending nightmare
used to be someone to treat
now endless cost and need to retreat
used to be courtship
now just court shit!
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His whirlwind romance turned into a post courtship tornado.
Comment by Evan Myers — Thu 30th August 2018 @ 6:24 am
It’s easier to know where where you have been
than to know where you are heading.
The journey however is in the step
not in the footsteps
Comment by JustCurious — Thu 30th August 2018 @ 11:08 am
A mental health institution used to have debates among his guests.
Over time, they began to speak in Quotes.
One said
if you do not know where you are going
at least know where you come from.
Another agreed and said
the world is old
but the future will always come from the past.
some pedantic idiot summed the two above up as
Yesterday’s actions are today’s realities.
Someone jumped up and said:
“Create your own reality!”
Someone else said
“choose your own reality”
The last two began to argue between “create” and “chose”
Billy was asked to settle it. He said,
Reality, for most, nowadays, is a dream long discarded.
Comment by JustCurious — Thu 30th August 2018 @ 11:47 am
anger flows, it blows out of my nose, it lands on the chair, still nobody there, at least my hands are not clenched as I think of that wench, let the anger die down and put on your crown.
Comment by mama — Thu 30th August 2018 @ 5:00 pm
feel like Mrs Sam Hunt, a likely Sam C…t, what am I to do , but say a Sam new, words that say hey now there, hey we care, for what is true and what is fair, time may still be there.
Comment by mama — Fri 31st August 2018 @ 10:01 pm
If you’d drunk like a fish
You’d be no dish
If you were as bad
As Sam
Damn, you’d be rash
And skinny enough to
Double up
And slip in the trash.
Comment by Evan Myers — Sat 1st September 2018 @ 8:18 am
Thanks Evan…
I was as drunk as a skunk
and recently I HAVE shrunk
oh no, i never actually liked Sam that much
so I must not become a lush
just a little train wreck
the temporary kind
just enough of a wreck
such that I dont lose my mind
Comment by mama — Sat 1st September 2018 @ 6:25 pm
Once I Saw a skunk.
It had lost its funk.
Perfume only was in his gunk.
Comment by JustCurious — Sat 1st September 2018 @ 7:39 pm
It’s funny how words can be written
On paper by the writer (court documents)
However, interpretation can be a whole other
Story. It makes me wonder or there is no
Wonder, why, there is this saying where
No emotions are allowed because for some
Unknown fact, which doesn’t make sense,
Emotions are presumed straight away to be
Anger….I don’t know if i should disagree
With that right now because that could be
Held against me for the rest of my life.
Just saying. Not being smart….just raising
My own topic like some people.
Comment by RealMum — Sun 2nd September 2018 @ 4:40 am
It’s like sorcery. Witchcraft, spells.
Comment by JustCurious — Sun 2nd September 2018 @ 1:50 pm
or PAPER, SCISSORS, ROCK.. the PAPER covers the ROCK and turns him soft so the SCISSORS can finish him off.
Comment by mama — Sun 2nd September 2018 @ 2:39 pm
@10 and @11
Yeah, it’s really daunting when your reading
These papers written about you but there’s
Vital key facts they’ve left out but because
You dont have the right representation,
Which pretty much in my eyes means you dont have
Representation everything falls right
Through the cracks, and because its
Your 1st experience the most killer thing
Happens because how are you suppose to know what
Consequence happens from misrepresentation
When your’ve never being through it before
And they sure as hell dont care because it’s
Not there kids and they dont know your kids or you
……anyway thanks for respecting my say
And for understanding it.
Comment by RealMum — Mon 3rd September 2018 @ 11:59 am
Misrepresentation is when they use our kids best interest and welfare to create state abuse
misplaced trust is when we delegate our reason to someone else on the basis they should know better. (lawmakers, courts and lawyers)
Comment by JustCurious — Mon 3rd September 2018 @ 12:34 pm
12,,, Real Mum,,, it is not too good to suppress that emotion, some people care and you can find some in here,,, no doubting that the paper trail is a gravy train and that train dont care where you want to go, and it is so slow,,,,
Comment by mama — Mon 3rd September 2018 @ 11:14 pm
The more I read, the more I see, of the WOMEN in power that have their hour,
and what of mine and my SON of said crime, where do I stand with no weapon in hand.
No platform to speak of injustices’ that wreak, what can one do but to gather a crew.
With pen as weapon and mind in tact I can at least make a welcoming pact,
to those that have seen and been to the brink, it is time for action, no time left to think.
Comment by mama — Thu 13th September 2018 @ 10:51 am
Mama, this is the Veteran’s Rest home.
Comment by Downunder — Thu 13th September 2018 @ 10:59 am
Hahaha,,, at least you called it a Rest Home and not a f..kin Elders Village!
Comment by mama — Thu 13th September 2018 @ 11:16 am
The Rest Home here..
I guess that is why, I find myself here,
and though I’m not through,
I’ve done my time, committed no crime,
I’ve cried and tried and plied my way through,
and now I’m being advised,
to fight fire with water,
at least that makes steam,
it’ll keep me warm,
so I don’t grow cold.
Comment by mama — Thu 13th September 2018 @ 11:39 am
and FAI,,for anyones’ information..
no drams today the whiskeys gone away,
no drams left in the hoose,
no neck around my noose.
Comment by mama — Thu 13th September 2018 @ 11:47 am
Here is another Down. System of a Down got its’ name from this poem.
https://dmeetree.wordpress.com/2008/09/18/victims-of-a-down/
I do not endorse the use of language in this poem and they don’t talk of using water either. mama.
Comment by mama — Thu 13th September 2018 @ 11:54 am
keen to deploy ‘
the man and the boy’
there will never be another’
another of the kind that will never be blind’
truth will prevail and handshake will uphold.
sorry for animastropostrophe, please misgivings….
Comment by mama — Tue 18th September 2018 @ 9:23 pm
when your’e a MAN you can LIE
when your’e a woman no need to LIE
you can just DENY
This just came from a conversation whereby my husband said he has lost weight,
we laughed and I said this was because I had been away this week,
he said it was part laziness but also a pining for me,
I said like hell it was just laziness,
and he said but as a man he can lie…
then I thought about my most hated advertisement whereby the woman on her way home from work stops in a tranquil spot to eat, no, relish a sweet cake, whilst her husband is at home being mauled by the kids.
Comment by mama — Mon 29th October 2018 @ 9:41 am