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Life is precious.
And that's the catch.
The ones we know and love dispatch.
Never more with us in form.
As living mortals,
In body and dorm.
And oh it hurts as they adieu,
Their final curtain call.
Which can't undo.
But as the grief fades away,
Tears of sadness stop to fall.
And in our hearts we feel them stay,
For this isn't their death today.
It's the mere end of the carbon existence.
For the human soul is immortal forever.
And this is their happiness.
That which makes us smile.
And a start to continue it
With our own endeavour.
Get ready Rover P6,
It's time again,
We're heading out.
Firing up off gone again.
Travelling here over and out.
Across the country,
Down the lanes,
Driving down the motorway,
Heads turn as they see your paintwork.
It's a passion.
It's a life.
The polish and the spanners.
The engine roar,
Travelled to many places,
Seen many things,
So many people in the world we live,
The miles on the clock,
Good memories just like the car.
Living 1960s like it's new,
Driving Force to the rescue.
Grab the crew,
The flasks and the pass.
It's gonna be a show that will last.
Head to the show grounds,
Display the car.
From the West Midlands
And this year is the fifty years mark.
Celebrate the birthday by driving proud.
P6 drivers have a shout.
Award winning car.
Doesn't matter if it's scratched up,
Or showroom class.
Take it on this year,
It's been a long long road.
But the P6 is still driving proud.
British Bulldog heading to the next,
Here's to the big five-
Because it's a funny idea.
Not one thought of nor feared.
Because you've never felt the need before.
So to amuse,
Ask you friends this,
As you write in the box,
Leave a comment that says ideas.
Looking for some ideas
To base some poetry on.
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Thunderbirds Are Go!
It's Christmas time in '92.
The year has been a one good.
Nigel Mansell is World Champion,
And Euro Disney opens forever.
But that's not what gets you excited,
As you tear off the wrapping paper.
It's the goodies you've just uncovered...
In livery of International Rescue.
Those heroes you see on TV.
Those puppets of great intentions.
So human like,
You forget the strings attached.
And of course their incredible machines.
A quick few seconds and out of the pack,
In your hand Thunderbirds Are Go!
TB1 and TB2, TB 3 and TB4.
FAB1 rolling onto the scene!
TB1 in the skies supreme.
Thunderbird 2 is to the rescue.
It's a submarine in trouble!
Quick! Launch Thunderbird 4!
Oh, Darth Vader
I see your pain,
It flickers through you.
Like candles flames.
I know it burns you.
Your open heart.
That's closed up cold now.
You shared your life,
And now it's over.
Oh, Darth Vader.
Will you still save her?
Save yourselves from a disgrace.
The pain won't stop.
It only continues.
Like tides on a beach,
There's no escape.
No hidden exit.
You'll have to find peace.
In your casket.
Oh, Darth Vader.
Do you tears fall still?
Do they still burn?
Give me time and I'll go away to work it out.
I've spent ages in the loop,
Now suddenly the circle's gone.
And I begin to walk.
I get up once more.
I can't do it more no more.
You tell me I'll be fine,
That every once in a while,
Everybody has to fall,
Only to get up again.
So I kept walking,
Stumbling around in the dark,
Trying to pick up the pieces,
Trying to find the loop.
But it's the reason I kept falling.
And it can't be sane this way.
At some point I call out,
Asking for an answer
But it never comes.
And that's when I fall.
I hit the ground on my knees.
I say I don't know no more.
That's when it hits me,
And the path I've been walking,
Suddenly I see the evil.
I see another path lead away,
And I take it with my joy.
These are the first steps.
The first of my new world.
No more loop.
No more pain.
No more been driven insane.
They'll never say sorry.
But that doesn't bother me no more.
It's a passion and it's a pain.
It's a delight and it's menace.
A combination of ying and yang.
The simplicity and the difficulty.
Restoration is like a marriage.
And sometimes you regret it!
Like those times of changing joint bushes.
High pressure disasters just waiting to happen!
It's high risk and it's a danger.
But sometimes it does go right.
But other times it's different...
Flying bushes give you a fright!
But it's like all marriages with their ups and downs.
And when all is back on the motor.
And that engine is purring over,
It makes you feel pretty proud.
That you're also married to a Rover.
It's a little different than from before.
I'm a person so happier now.
Before now the days passed into nights,
And the tears used to fall alone.
Since you've been here,
I've got this smile within,
Even if I'm not smiling outside.
I can work late into the night,
And not feel lost & confused.
I can see love doves talking,
And walk on by still smiling.
I can go a whole day without talking to nobody,
But that's okay because you're here.
Even if you're a million miles away.
Nothing can take this.
Nothing can take you away from me.
It used to be me.
Just me alone on this beaten road.
Just shows how walking can save a world.
Can turn a blue sky into red.
Can change your whole destiny.
And as the days turn and you grow,
You're the reason I walk with a smile.
Anakin's Promise: CH12
Padmé Amidala came to her senses quickly and groggily.
She heard footsteps approaching her and she opened her eyes, instantly regretting it as the bright sun blinded her momentarily.
She hurt all over. Her skin felt sore and burnt from the white hot sand and she groaned in pain.
Someone knelt beside her.
"Are you alright?"
It was one of the Clones.
She realised he must've been thrown from the transport in addition to her.
"Uh-uh," she replied, getting up slowly and gingerly. That fall had hurt a lot but she held back a wince.
The Clone got up as she did, placing his free hand back on his weapon and steadying it.
She thought about what had happened quickly.
She remembered Anakin yelling her name...falling from the ship onto the hot sand dunes...pain...blackness.
The impact had knocked her out brilliantly. Now Anakin and Obi-Wan were who knew where on the miserable planet.
"We'd better get back to the Forward Command Centre," the Clone said.
That snapped Padmé right to her
Raspberry sunsetRaspberry sunset, pray tell me
Where you keep your ruby jewels
That paint my skies the way you do;
My love is fixated on your methods
The way you dash the stars
Just right in the night air
Raspberry sunset, pray tell me
How you soothe the summer time
When the scorched earth is barely alive
And its inhabitants are parched
Working for water, only to feel it
Seep right through their skin once more
Raspberry sunset, pray tell me
What your sorcery fires up
When it brings the evening sun
Coursing through the skyline
Pulsing and wanting, like nothing else
Raspberry sunset, pray tell me
Where I will find my love once more;
Under the peach trees of harvest
Rolling through the rivers, cold
Laughing through the apple's orchards
Strolling between the vineyards?
Raspberry sun, pray tell me
Will you be my everlasting light?
The English and The IrishMy English rose, roots so deep
Dug into your home,
Reaching out for the sunlight,
Growing every day, even against the elements
Shamrock at your tips -
Grazing your stalk, in that gentle wind
A smattering of green against
That ever royal, velvet red
Clearwater FarewellAwaiting flight
with a storm
to see us off.
time well spent
with loved ones
usually far away.
Hugs and kisses
wonderful well wishes.
of white sand
such clear blue.
I will miss.
safe and sound.
Finally to be home
in my own room
and my own bed.
in the future.
One day to return
to this shore
gladly thought of.
Inspiration BeachThe sand
beneath my feet.
A warm breeze
A peaceful morning
without a care.
looking forward to striding
through the soft
caress of the waves.
Blue skies and
The call of a bird
from a tree.
How peaceful it is
in the sun and sand.
my imagination soar.
I miss youIf I were to leave you,
You'd soon realise that,
No matter how long,
I'll be back just like that,
You know I won't leave you,
I'll always come back,
Whether during the day,
Or night time's black,
There are times,
where I bid farewell for a while,
So I promise you that,
I'll return with a smile,
A smile that we,
Us two, can share,
As a gift from me,
After being stuck over there,
A place which lacks
a person who,
I need and love,
that place lacks you,
And while I'm away,
I'll yell your name here,
Waiting for a response,
to echo in my ear.
I miss you...
Maybe I don't deserve itI can't make you love me like I want you to.
I can't make you feel butterflies in your stomach like you once did.
I'll never be able to tame your wild heart.
I'll never be able to make up for my mistakes.
I won't be able to mend the brokenness you have.
I won't be able to kiss your scars and make you smile.
But I did.
There was a time
When we were younger
When I was the light
The one who saved you
Maybe that has changed now.
Maybe I made you this way.
It was my fault to begin with.
I made a mistake
And then drove you away.
And how I wish I could go back
And somehow say the things I should've
But seeing you this way
It's killing me
And I want so badly to help
But I'm still fumbling with the broken glass heart of mine on the ground
If I stop to fix yours
Who fixes mine?
I wish you could comprehend just how much I love you.
Love isn't even capable of conveying how much I care.
Even with broken pieces lying in the rain and mud.
I wonder what it would be like to love you
Storm-Struck InspirationLightning strikes
Across the sky
As thunder rumbles
Up on high
From storm clouds
It rains down
And with a sound
I begin to write
Stories spun silk in my head
Impossible to sleep in bed
Bright and blinding
Creatures run through my mind
Oh what's worth writing..
Traits. Of Humanity.We must use them. And we will call it principled.
I would like to call this piece
"If android could speak".
I will do this (on the side) as I go through the process of beginning (together) and experience beginnings.
I don't ever want to do "A thing", I wish to do things.
Wordy, thoughtful, and the way caring.
And so I will end by saying there is no current better way to say it.
I must end it with "I love you", may you continue to end, and begin to go onward to understanding.
Ever faithful, ever holding something.
Onward, toward a beginning, there is new, and is it not the wish that you see it?
Financial Issues of Having a BoyfriendWhen I first met you
You were the new kid.
We shared numbers
And that was my first mistake.
We stayed up late into the night
And early into the morning
Talking miles per minute
and texting way faster than should be possible.
The minutes of those conversation were priced.
Soon coins that were pocket change
Became dollars out of my father’s paycheck.
The texts you sent me also had a price.
That made the dollars burn,
My conscience turn,
And the yelling stern.
We then shared ways of talking elsewhere.
But being in different parts of the school
Proved to have me never see you
Never share any classes or lunches with you.
To make it worse,
Our words were priced.
The digital data sent had a price,
And the times got later.
We all know you can’t bring a desktop computer into bed.
So I sat up talking to you
And when the time got late enough
The yelling got sterner.
We then shared gaming accounts.
The accounts were free
But the games cost money.
I had my grandmother buy some games
Who Hears Rain Cry?
Dark times fall upon us.
Like the snow at Christmas time.
Like rain in a rainstorm,
Washing away our souls...
Who hears rain cry?
The wails of despair?
Who ever hears the distress call?
That plays for all to hear.
Somewhere someone's drowning.
Unable to swim away.
Drowning in the flood.
Losing will to live.
One day she'll be found.
Lost in heaven above.
Shell cold as stone.
But she'll be fine.
Her wail gone from the rain.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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