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THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE ( The Monotetra Style )

Have A Very Lovely Day!

~There's Always Hope~


Things change all the time everyday.
There are bad days, some good days too
Life brings troubles,bad card to you.
Life can get blue,life can get blue.

Times are changing sometimes go bad.
Folks lose jobs and they get so sad.
Money is scarce no more to add
So many sad, some many sad.

People cry with no place to go.
Prices are rising and jobs get low.
World feeds on money, and that's so.
Jobs need to grow, jobs need to grow.

People are losing health and sleep.
They need their home to live and keep.
Many folks in trouble just weep
These problems are deep, these problems are deep.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000



*'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.'
* Mark Twain *

~Author's Notes:

"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."

* Abraham Lincoln *

"Planning is bringing the future into the present so that you can do something about it now."

* Alan Lakein *



WHEN. """. SHE. """. Tells. ME, JOHN. """ GOD """. K N O W S. HOW. MUCH. I. """. TRUELY. """. L. O. V. E---YOU

When. """. SHE. """ Tells. ME,
(((. GoD. )))
>>>>>>>>. MUCH.
>>>>>>>. WHEN.



9-30-22wang peri

tooth implant
solar plexus energy
awakening &snak Rx:
LSF goose eggs

jesus paddling
canoe together
w/sams kid
8 yrs old



BK Jenner

Twisted vanities sullen personalities
Boys pretenting to be girls
Who ever would have betted
Male stars in female athletics
Not testosterone vetted
Sissy loser boys become athletic stars
In competition against REAL women
Losers as boys become winners
But no one supports them
Especially not former olympian
Mr. Bruce Kaitlyn Jenner

Abu Lateef
´ 2022




Complacent Woe

Woe to those who are at ease,
Those who are feeling secure;
All the comforts sure to please,
With the pleasures are impure.

Pass over to see and go,
Are you better off than them;
Where the milk and honey flow,
Having chaos and mayhem.

They have an open border,
More than your territory;
Having no law and order,
Being a sanctuary.

O you who put far away,
Where disaster has caused fear;
The evil comes every day,
Violence is always near.

Woe to those who lie in bed,
Stretched on the couch eating lamb;
Having a feast to be fed,
And eating more beef and ham.

Singing idle songs of the heart,
Nice instrumental music;
Songs played with guitar and harp,
Beautiful and euphonic.

Woe for drinking wine in bowls,
Anointing with the best oil;
But grieving over lost souls,
For their hardship and toil.

Because they will be the first,
Those who will become captive;
Exiled and die of thirst,
Salvation, God did not give

Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer



Silent Movie Night

Silent Movie Night

Tonight is "Silent Movie Night",
where everything is black and white.

We'll flashback to those quiet greats
through the venues of our youthful dates,

where vintage times and classic places
filled the screens with famous faces.

It was a favorite place and time
to spend all day for just a dime!

We'd follow serials each week,
with "sneak previews", to get a peek.

All movie scenes were purely "sight",
with captioning and no "sound byte".

The theater houses of the age
used organ players, by the stage,

setting pace and mood with music themes,
enhancing more dramatic scenes.

Big screens and stars were splendid fusions
filling us with grand illusions.

Old films and stars remain immortal
through the magic movie portals.





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All magic works...

All magic works.

Do not think me insensitive to thy plight,
The hour cometh that cannot be delayed,
Nor can it be forestalled, I would save
Thee from the night to come if I could,
But I cannot; the time of year is not lost
On me, nor is the sensation of dread
Attendant upon the approaching sunset.

Moonrise will see much fear amongst the
Young and the old, few if any will escape
The eyes that watch from the shadows, the
Fingers that reach out into the night, and the
Cloaked figures that loom large in wait of
Those foolish enough to stray where light
Is scarce and worry lurks in breathless
Anticipation, for this is Hallowe’en.

Oh fiddlesticks to such thoughts… for
There were none in the heart of Patricia,
A happy witch who, on this occasion, had
Set her heart on securing the attentions of
The one she loved with all her heart, and
What better time to improve the fortunes
Of her bottom drawer than Hallowe’en;
When at her disposal where the means by
Witch the compass of love and desire in
Another, might be conveniently swung in
Her direction.

Sunrise on the 31st found Patricia in the
Happiest of minds, out early she visited
Little known shops in little known places,
Some situated in the woods, others hidden
Away behind waterfalls, whereupon a tap
On a door with the tip of an umbrella gave
Rise to a whispered ‘come in, you’re Very

Here were the shelves that held precisely what
Patricia was looking for and from where she
Carefully selected the necessary ribbons and
Spell*ready ingredients with witch to prepare
A delicious irresistible philtre, a love potion,
The key to a man’s heart, a witches cocktail, that
When sipped by the man it was made for, would
Turn an already exciting night into a celebration
Like no other before.

Clearly, there is a much more to Hallowe’en
Than darkness would seek to conceal, and as
A worried moon peered over the horizon, one
Might be tempted to ask ‘Did the philtre work?
Was it as effective as Patricia hoped it would be?
Well yes, of course it worked, all magic works,
Especially at this time of year, one sip and he
Was hers before the cup left his lips, but then
Patricia already knew what the outcome would
Be, never for one moment doubting the power
Of magic, nor for that matter, the power of

© Joseph G Dawson


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