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Magic Squares: A Recipe for My Youngest Girl
Two scoops of dreams sifted well with wishes,
Lots of sugar blended in with the kisses.
A heart and soul of mine thrown in,
Baked to perfection is how to begin.
These things are kept in the cupboard for now,
And with my help you’ll discover how.
Some day you’ll know that your father cares,
Teaching your little girl to make her own magic squares.
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Oh, I can’t wait for Christmas to come and the food it always brings.
Aunt Margaret with the Candied Puffs and Edna’s Boston Creams.
The table fare is so sublime, it tempts me so each day,
My Doctor says stay back from it, at least three feet away.
But I can dream of Pumpkin Pies and cakes with Coconut,
Inside my mind they all speak to me, I wish I could shut them up.
I’m haunted ,I am, by the special treats ,Eggnog and Turkey leg
If I stoop much lower ,than I am of late, I guess I’ll have to beg.
Doctors, what do they know, of my sweet tooth or its fate,
You would think to eat a Macaroon ,I’d double my own weight.
So off I go with Chex-Mix ,to the tree I’m always sent,
I never gripe I just fade away and dine on canes of peppermint.
There is no moral hidden here or rules by which you must play,
I bide my time for the leftovers and then there’s always New Years Day
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I Feel Your Pain
Your fears from inside your false body, let me tear them out!
Let me expose them , smear them, leaving only unrecognizable nothings!
Stretch out your arm of indecision ,grasp my hand of security!
My grip of fate and faith will fill your loss.
You are as empty ,within yourself, a spent shell.
Refuse swept into a pile and cast away for swine.
How can I give you back your spirit with honor?
What demon comes to you in your hateful time?
If I could , would you let me bleed you of this beast?
Attacking the sum of all the evil in your heart.
Or would you turn away?
I am Only a Man but “I am and I find You are.”
The worthiness of living and life cannot be wasted in such confusion!
I turn to Him with our strengths , honors, our souls for offer.
It is not my choice but my calling …PLEASE !!!
Do not walk, hands covering your face away!
Feeding that force that only provides existence.
Exercise your will, break your pain away and heal.
Use your eyes to see a new path,
I invite you…I beg you …I beseech you…I Love You!
Sounds in Search of Sentences…ovwjj
Bing Bing.. Bing Bing the hammer speaks a four note symphony ,
Bing Bing..Bing Bing hear the doorbell sing , a cappella , in the key of E
Bing Bing.. Bing Bing old Typewriters’ stop, the carriage then returned
Bing Bing.. Bing Bing steel spoon strikes the kettle black , before the contents burned
Bing Bing.. Bing Bing the mill rocks my home , all the while its smoking coal
Bing Bing.. Bing Bing the big truck goes by, rattling as it rolls
Bing Bing.. Bing Bing the triangle is heard, it owns the orchestra so
Bing Bing.. Bing Bing the clock rings out, telling me the time to go
I was a kid only yesterday and through my hand has gone,
My better years , what did I do? how odd this feels, alone.
Bing Bing.. Bing Bing the Church bells awake, for me my calling is at hand
Bing Bing.. Bing Bing I’m at peace with God and His master plan.