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The grape spurts forth in gross and sweet profusion,
The sticky juice under the crushers' feet,
When brewed a while, it leads to sweet delusion,
Thus helps shy lovers - when they first do meet,
Others find it brings them much confusion,
The morning after, when it has them beat;-
And Bacchus, from on high - I hear his laughter,
Don't let this god of wine now be your master.


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Why are the lonely lonely
How do you define sad and blue
Why are the lonely lonely
One day it rains on me the next day it rains on you

Why are the lonely lonely
Someone should write a song
And heal all the broken hearts
That have been hurting for so long

If there were a magic voice
That could lead all the romantics
To a love that was faithful and true
Especially when love and honesty is way over due

Why are the lonely lonely
Is this a question in vain
Why are the lonely lonely
Maybe it has something to do with the rain

Dark as any bark on a winter day
Frost that clings to her contours
An outline takes shape in the rocks
Her sculpture worn smooth by time
Standing over an ever restless sea
A protective guardian over her tomb
Carved in the same expressionless look
Casting her gaze over all the lost souls
Forever trapped in the tranquil deep
Reaching back are tales of ancient times
She watches relentlessly silent and still
The generations of sea birds come and go
All passing by and falling under her spell

My heart hurts
Tears stream down my face
I need to be happy
My life,.. I need to fully embrace

To many tears..goodbye, so long
Only laughter from now on..
Surrounded by friends that I hold dear
Celebrating Life with Exuberant Cheer

I want to dance in the rain
Drink champagne
Feel the blood pump through my veins
To go a little bit insane

I want to spread my wings and soar
Distant lands I long to explore
Walk hand in hand along the sea shore
My heart desires to be an open door

I don't want to be ignored
I only want to be adored

Tempting or mocking fate, I am unsure
Tomorrow I can tell you more
I just want happiness and Amour
Love,passion and romance galore

There is no one like you
Valentine Rose
Master Creator
from where all life flows

You bring peace and joy
in the midst of pain
Seated on high
In the heavens You reign

You watch over us
Singing with sheer delight
Strong arm protection
Strength and might

Minutest details
demonstrating you care
A window or profiteroles
Assuring us you're still there

You are my first love
My sweet garden Rose
Quenching with love
White garments for clothes

Flourishing bride
Blossoming love for you
Intrepid journey
You've escorted me through

Provided a home
Plus a secret dwelling
Summoning my life
Extremely compelling

Drawing me closer
Into your heart
Rose scented fragrance
Never depart.



12/02/2024 ©

This day's celebrated only once every year...
Some look forward to it , while others
may feel a good dose of dread or fear ...
But undeniably, when it's here...
time to spread some love
and , even if virtual only,
to each and every nearest... a big hug...
Instead of merely giving it a shrug,
and say " Bah, humbug !!!" ...

People are coming
And leaving our life
Just like trains...
Hypocritical ones and real,
For a moment , like playing games...
Some will go deep
Into your soul
Whilst the others
Are like a going away smoke...
Coming... leaving...
Both leave a mark
In your heart.
But one day
When some of them
Will knock into your door
You will quietly say-
Sorry, there is no space
For you anymore.....

I stood aside and gazed at you,
And with amazement, I was imbued.
How beautiful you are, I admired,
And wondered if I deserved you, I inquired.

You sat on a chair beside a tree,
Seeming like an angel, not just human, to me.
In the shade of the enveloping tree,
And the sun seemed to pause, agree.

And the wind seemed to whisper to me,
I've never seen beauty like hers, you see.
As if she were a deity,
Lost in the day, yet arriving in the night, so subtly.

You seemed to be so divine,
Beside that tree, in that light so fine.
With the wind caressing your face,
And at your feet, greenery embraced.

1. To all Americans and Foreigners
that had experienced U.S. Police Officers
stealing your own personal property from you
that went back starting too many decades ago,
and there was no proof of evidence
of criminal activity.
Write a book about it.

2. To you foreign-American diesel truck drivers
that had all your hard earned money
stolen from you by a Florida Highway Police Offices.
If you have proof of evidence of it
write a book about it.

3. Crooked High Way state patrol police officers
had been known decades ago for planting
drugs on the general public just to build a court case
against people.
If you have proof of evidence of it
write a book about it.

4. Don't be afraid to continue to live your hopes
and dreams if you live in America.
They have a Law Against Racism in China
and a law against stealing.
No country is as safe as Japan as what their internet web page said.



5. For you citizens foreign and American in the U.S.
if you have proof of evidence of what U.S. Policers Officers
had done you wrong in other words if you have
proof of evidence of Police Officers Mis-Conduct.
Write a book about it.

6. In the United States we have too many racist police officers
and too many racist judges that will side with
these racist police officers.
Something like this you should email your local news station.
Not just one but all of them.
Only if U have proof of evidence.
Write a book about it.

7. In past accounts here in the United States
I had experienced Chinese and Japanese
and others nations of peoples
complain to me about Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan
Police Officers.
Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan Racism are the main headers
and guiders of all racism being started and kept
alive in the U.S.



Foreign People have a way of either softening or hardening
the heart of their governments either for or to go against the
United States.
This will take time as their foreign-countries collect U.S.A.
news paper articles that show real proof of evidence.
Racism done to any people is a crime in and of itself.
U.S. Racist Police Officers Using black Americans and Muslims
as their target practice is wrong to.




The Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan FBI Kills Muslim Leader
years ago.
This is a very fast way to break a peace with other nations
United States!



Lots of our Muslim Neighbors are flocking more to China
instead of the U.S.A.

United States you had better be careful China and Japan
are gaining more nations little by little
to join their Military Super Power.
Outside of the U.S.A. to racism in any form
that ranges from A to Z isn't welcome to their countries.
China already has the Taliban and Islam.

As alcohol impairs a persons judgement to operate
a motor vehicle so does Hitler Racism impairs a police
officers judgement to operate his commonsense in his mind.

Pen me a future, pen me a life,
Write about cowboys, a man and a wife,
Make her a "looker" who's all "can do",
Build him rugged, with "want to".

Give me a family with lots of stay
That'll sure enough tough it- not move away
Cut out a herd for them to graze,
Manage this ranch in holistic ways.

Hang family pictures upon the wall
And sweat stained Stetsons in the hall,
Round-up boys with guns and knives
Show 'em the Lord to run their lives.

Move giggling girls in upstairs
Let them play dress-up and put on airs,
Then ride bareback in the rain
Racing up and down the lane.

Paint me white and trim me blue
Fix my roof and windows too
Ring a bell at dinner time,
Hang a rope for kids to climb.

Tend my garden, make it grow
Mount solar and watch me glow
Fence the yard and mow the grass,
Wave to neighbors as they pass.

Clutter my backroom with cowboy tack
A freezer of beef and spuds in a sack,
Add the smell of coffee perks
Line my shelves with classic works.

Fill me up with Christmas cheer
Pop a cork to start the year,
Ride a toboggan down my hill,
Drink hot cocoa to fight the chill.

Throw a party for the thrill of it
Gather friends, turn beef on a spit,
Choose pie or cake to top your plate,
Oh, such fun! I can hardly wait!

Tune a fiddle and start the dance
Then I'll have had another chance,
You'll then have your cowboy poem,
The Little House That Grew Into A Home.