Write read and laugh a lot, Happiness starts at the top, Seeds are planted and time goes by, The people who meet me stops the shy, Love is for all with this greeting be, Boats a sailing upon the sea, I give up bad to make it good, A cup of tea and a piece of pud.
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Saturday, December 16, 2023
Cough Covid
A real love song
Friday, December 8, 2023
crying
(Verse 1)
In the darkness of the night, lost and deep,
My heart shattered, my soul, it weeps,
Sitting on this bed, tears streaming down my face,
A melody emerges from this broken place.
(Chorus)
I'm sitting on the bed, tears like a river flow,
Letting go of the pain, my emotions start to grow,
This song will be my solace, my healing embrace,
As I turn my tears into notes, and pain into grace.
(Verse 2)
Each tear that falls, a story to be told,
A melody of sorrow, a tale so bold,
The loneliness surrounds, it echoes through the room,
But through this pain, my strength will soon bloom.
(Chorus)
I'm sitting on the bed, tears like a river flow,
Letting go of the pain, my emotions start to grow,
This song will be my solace, my healing embrace,
As I turn my tears into notes, and pain into grace.
(Bridge)
In the midst of this darkness, I find my light,
With every tear, I'm reclaiming my might,
From these broken pieces, I'll find my way,
Through the music that carries me, I will stay.
(Chorus)
I'm sitting on the bed, tears like a river flow,
Letting go of the pain, my emotions start to grow,
This song will be my solace, my healing embrace,
As I turn my tears into notes, and pain into grace.
(Outro)
Through this song, I'm finding my peace,
In the tears that fall, my heart finds release,
Sitting on this bed, I'll rise from the fall,
For within these tears, I'll find strength in them all.
moon on the river
Moon on the river, the nights in the air,
A captivating scene, beyond compare.
The silver moonlight gently kisses the tide,
Casting a magical glow, as the stars collide.
Reflecting in the river, the moon shines bright,
Guiding the way through the calm of the night.
Its gentle beams shimmer, a celestial embrace,
Creating a symphony of stillness in this tranquil space.
The nights in the air, filled with mystery and dreams,
Whispering secrets carried on soft moonlit beams.
The air holds a sense of enchantment and delight,
As nature's lullaby serenades the night.
In this ethereal realm, let your spirit take flight,
Embrace the moon's presence, bask in its light.
Let the river's melody wash over your soul,
As tranquility and peace take control.
In the embrace of the night, find solace within,
As the moon on the river paints a scene so serene.
The world slows its pace, time stands still,
Allowing the night's beauty your senses to thrill.
So, let the moon on the river guide your way,
Through the enchanting nights, where dreams may play.
Let the nights in the air fill you with wonder and grace,
And may the moon's embrace bring tranquility to your space.
Thursday, December 7, 2023
Synesthesia
Caressing the boats, creating a beautiful display.
Their vibrant sails billow with a joyful cheer,
As they glide through the water, all worries disappear.
The blue of the sky merges with the ocean's embrace,
Creating a backdrop of tranquility and grace.
With each gentle wave, the boats float along,
Carrying hopes and dreams, a melody in song.
The rainbow arches overhead, spanning high,
A kaleidoscope of colors, painting the sky.
It wraps the boats in a kaleidoscopic embrace,
Adding magic and whimsy to this wondrous place.
In this scene of vivid hues and serene bliss,
Let your imagination soar, let go of all that's amiss.
Find solace in the colors, in the harmony they weave,
Let the beauty of the moment linger and relieve.
So, in this idyllic display, let your heart be free,
As the boats sail through the waves of the sea.
Embrace the joy and wonder that colors can impart,
And let this scene forever reside in your heart.
Where snowflakes dance gently, leaving a trace.
Find comfort in the silence, in a world so hushed,
As nature holds its breath, and worries are crushed.
Explore the nakedness, with an open mind,
Let the simplicity and purity unwind.
In the starkness, find liberation of thought,
As inspiration blooms, without being sought.
In shadows and contrast, beauty takes form,
In the nakard and stark, possibilities swarm.
Let vulnerability guide you, on this journey profound,
As art can be found, even in what seems unbound.
Discover the beauty in simplicity's sway,
In the naked and stark, where art may lay.
Within the rawness, there's a story to tell,
Let creativity guide you through this magical spell.
So in the naked and stark, seek solace with grace,
Embrace the unknown, let inspiration embrace.
For from the depths of darkness, art can be born,
And in the simplicity, a masterpiece adorned.
As its petals sway with grace and embrace.
Let the fields of yellow inspire your soul,
As you let go and let curiosity take control.
Wander through cities where yellow lights gleam,
Explore alleys and streets, like a waking dream.
Discover hidden gems, with yellow accents and zest,
In cafes and galleries, where creativity is best.
Seek out cultures, where yellow holds meaning,
From temples to celebrations, there's always a leaning.
Let yellow guide you to a land unknown,
Where traditions and stories will be freshly sown.
But remember, it's not just the destination ahead,
It's the journey itself, where discoveries spread.
Allow yellow to ignite a thirst for the unknown,
As you traverse landscapes and call them your own.
So in the curiosity of yellow, the choice is yours,
To venture afar or explore close shores.
Let the vibrant hue guide you with its gleam,
And open your heart to a world that's full of dreams.
Exploring uncharted realms, seeking something more.
Perhaps it's not color that needs to be captured,
But the essence of emptiness, beautifully fractured.
So let the brush caress the canvas so yellow,
Allowing uncertainty and doubt to mellow.
For in the absence of paint, a different story lies,
Transcending conventional beauty in disguise.
Embrace the simplicity, the starkness of the hue,
Finding new meaning in what seems so few.
Blend the shades of silence, give it voice,
Transforming the canvas into a work of choice.
Though nothing is painted, the canvas can still speak,
Evoking emotions, leaving hearts tender and weak.
For art extends far beyond what our eyes can see,
It resides in the spaces, the gaps in our reality.
So fear not the canvas that waits to be filled,
Embrace the unknown, let creativity build.
Let the yellow shine bright, a beacon of possibility,
As you paint with the colors of your curiosity.
Imagination soars, and emotions enhance.
Words flow like rivers, sparkling with mystique,
As the poet's muse finds inspiration unique.
Stars twinkle, in harmony they align,
With the blue moon's glow, a sight divine.
Their melodies blend, they dance with grace,
Embracing the poet's verse in this cosmic embrace.
So let us bask in the blue moon's glow,
In its rare beauty, a wonder to behold.
Embrace its magic, let it inspire,
As poetry and moonlight intertwine and transpire.
For in the realm of the blue moon's reign,
Poets find solace, breaking free from the mundane.
With every line, they capture its essence,
Creating poetry imbued with celestial presence.
So let the blue moon guide us tonight,
As we immerse in the poet's wondrous write.
In this celestial tapestry, we find our place,
Under the enchantment of the blue moon's grace.
Imagination soars, emotions enhance.
Words flow like rivers, sparkling with mystique,
As the poet's muse finds inspiration unique.
Stars twinkle, in harmony they align,
With the blue moon's glow, a sight divine.
Their melodies blend, they dance with grace,
Embracing the poet's verse in this cosmic embrace.
So let us bask in the blue moon's glow,
In its rare beauty, a wonder to behold.
Embrace its magic, let it inspire,
As poetry and moonlight intertwine and transpire.
For in the realm of the blue moon's reign,
Poets find solace, breaking free from the mundane.
With every line, they capture its essence,
Creating poetry imbued with celestial presence.
So let the blue moon guide us tonight,
As we immerse in the poet's wondrous write.
In this celestial tapestry, we find our place,
Under the enchantment of the blue moon's grace.
Emerald green and sapphire blue, they shine.
The music weaves a tapestry of sound,
As rubies and topaz, with brilliance abound.
A trumpet's bold call, resounding and strong,
Set ablaze with shades of orange and song.
A fiery red, like passion's burning flame,
Mingling with yellow, as joy takes its claim.
The drums, the heartbeat of this chromatic dream,
A rhythmic pulse, where colors stream.
In shades of purple, magenta, and mauve,
They flutter and dance, like butterflies above.
The symphony plays on, an ethereal display,
A kaleidoscope of colors, in a vibrant array.
For in the world of music, my mind has found,
A chorus of hues, forever unbound.
So let the notes play, let the colors unfurl,
In this symphony of life, a beautiful swirl.
For in the depths of my mind, where music gleams,
Colored melodies dance, like endless dreams.
Saturday, December 2, 2023
life
In the mirror's gaze, a portal to unknown,
Reflections distorted, secrets yet unshown.
A gentle fog descends, shrouding the night,
A canvas for dreams, where imagination takes flight.
Within this mystic fog, whispers of the past,
Stories woven with tendrils, fading too fast.
But humans, the dreamers, decipher the signs,
Painting songs of color, melodies that intertwine.
Brushstrokes of vibrant hues, like rays of the sun,
Each stroke imbued with passion, a journey begun.
Their souls harmonize with the palette's delight,
Transcending the realms, where dreams take their flight.
Singing kaleidoscope notes, painting symphonies rare,
They unlock the elusive, the ethereal and fair.
In each vibrant stroke, secrets lie deep,
Melodies mirroring emotions, whilst they sleep.
The mirror reflects the beauty birthed by their soul,
A portal to realms where fantasies unfold.
Through mist and fog of night, they find their way,
Crafting tapestries of color with every passing day.
So let the mirror reveal mysteries untold,
As humans dance in the fog, their tales unfold.
With songs of colors, their essence they lavish,
Creating art that whispers, in a realm of magic.
power of man
sing to the old
In a tiny corner of the world, stood a humble nursing home,
Where silver-haired souls resided, their stories yet to be known.
Their days blended together, each one filled with routine,
But little did they know, a melody would intervene.
A young woman named Lily, with a heart pure and kind,
Stepped into their home, her voice a gentle wind.
With a guitar in her hands and a song in her soul,
She took a seat among them, her passion taking control.
She strummed her chords softly, her voice melting like honey,
And one by one, the residents stirred, their hearts no longer lonely.
The music brought them solace, memories surged from within,
Their eyes filled with tears as they felt their spirits begin to spin.
An old man named Thomas, with a twinkle in his eye,
Had faded away with time, his laughter a distant sigh.
But as Lily sang, a familiar tune, a smile adorned his face,
A trace of youth returned to him, a moment of pure grace.
Another lady, Margaret, had lost her love so dear,
But as Lily sang of true devotion, the pain felt less severe.
Tears rolled down her weathered cheeks, as emotions took flight,
But in those tears, a newfound strength, a glimmer of her light.
Each day, Lily returned, her songs a balm to their souls,
She watched them dance, laugh, and rejoice, as their hearts began to unfold.
Their stories spilled like rivers, pouring out through their eyes,
And in those tales were wisdom and love, hidden beneath life's disguise.
And as she sang, Lily too, felt her own heart start to mend,
For the joy she gave to others became her own dear friend.
In the process of healing others, she found solace for her pain,
And in the company of old souls, her own story would gain.
For in this humble nursing home, where laughter met with sorrow,
A tapestry of lives emerged, intertwining and borrowing.
Their tears became an anthem, resonating through the air,
A tribute to resilience, a testament to love and care.
So, dear friends, never underestimate the power of a song,
Whether to heal a broken heart or help someone feel strong.
For we all have stories to tell, ones that make us laugh or cry,
And sometimes, the most beautiful tales are found where old souls lie.
Friday, December 1, 2023
The Hilarious and Unfortunate Tale of Barnodes' Returned Dildo
Title:
The Hilarious and Unfortunate Tale of Barnodes' Returned Dildo
Introduction:
In the realm of online shopping mishaps, there are certainly tales that stand the test of time. One such story revolves around the strangely hilarious experience of Barnodes, who found themselves entangled in a series of misfortunes surrounding their returned dildo. Join us as we embark on this comical journey, merging fun and comedy, where the unexpected becomes a regular occurrence!
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Chapter 1: A Purchase Beyond Expectations
Barnodes, often known for their eccentricity, decided to venture into the world of online shopping and stumbled upon the finest selection of adult toys. Impressed by the array of products available, they settled on a particularly, um, striking model. Little did they know that this purchase would soon take a hilarious turn.
Chapter 2: The Misfortune Unveiled
Excited, Barnodes eagerly awaited their package, cracking jokes among friends about how their new accessory could take their solitary activities to the next level. But when the box finally arrived, they were dismayed to find not the coveted toy, but instead a gardening set. Yes, you read that right – a gardening set. Oh, the irony!
Chapter 3: A Laugh at the Customer Service's Expense
Determined to rectify the situation, Barnodes promptly contacted customer service, armed with equal parts frustration and humor. The ensuing conversation between Barnodes and the perplexed customer service representative yielded a dialogue so hilariously nonsensical that it might have been mistaken for Monty Python's newest script. The series of misunderstandings that unfolded would make even the gloomiest souls crack a smile.
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Chapter 4: Dildo Dystopia
Defeated but resolute, Barnodes navigated the tortuous return process, desperate to regain their misplaced dildo. However, fate had other plans. In a cruel twist of fate, the return package was, once again, mistakenly swapped with another customer's item. This time, instead of the gardening set, Barnodes found themselves holding an inflatable unicorn costume. Because, why not?
Chapter 5: Reflection and Redemption
Realizing the absurdity of the situation, Barnodes burst into laughter, taking to social media to share their unconventional tale. Their misadventures were met with an outpouring of support and countless comedic suggestions for the unforeseen uses of the misdelivered items. This unexpected twist of events reinforced the idea that life is far too silly to take seriously.
Chapter 6: The Great Dildo Exchange
Finally, after numerous calls, complaints, and countless misunderstandings, Barnodes managed to orchestrate the successful return of their original order. With a sigh of relief, they reunited with their long-awaited pleasure enhancer, marking the end of their comedic saga. The tale of the returned dildo had come to a satisfying conclusion.
Conclusion:
Sometimes, life has a way of throwing the most ridiculous curveballs our way. In the case of Barnodes and their returned dildo, every moment seemed to be crafted by a mischievous cosmic jester. Through this comical escapade, Barnodes learned to embrace the absurdity, finding humor even in the most frustrating situations. So, the next time you have an online shopping mishap, remember that laughter truly is the best medicine – and perhaps sometimes, the universe simply has a strange sense of humor.