Day by day,
DEI DEI
All I hear is DEI
Diversity be gone now
Equity goodbye now
Inclusion you disgust us
No more DEI
Chorus: To see things less clearly
I ate a bat so nearly*
Oh Oh
DEI DEI
Our melting pot's a far-left lie
Get lost diverse opinions
Jim Crow you're our guy
Inclusion take a hike now
No more DEI
No more DEI
Oh Oh
A little eye not made by man,
all woman seem to have.
Available to none but honey bees.
Clinging to the rose are butterflies.
If only screens were made of wax back then.
And then tomorrow comes.
I hear a voice inside my head that says.
Honey sweet cornbread is made each day.
My belief in happiness through another human being has left me jaded.
Breakfast in bed turned into flowers for the dead of a relationship that once bloomed.
I prostituted my worth for a dance with a destiny that did not belong to me.
For a person like myself a life of dread needs no convincing
I would gladly buy snake oil if the price were right.
I end it with this. For all young lovers who forfeit common sense for a walk in that beautiful garden I give you this advice. Watch out for the thorns you are sure to come upon during your travel.
The only thing permanent
about peace
—is impermanence
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
Day by day, by frame
Your tender, loving, care poise
Haunt me, day by day.
Every morning I enliven chimeras
I turn over my enchanted dreams
Incense of desires my life
We lift our
errant eyes
waking up
to the blissful
bluebird skies.
Where there
dawns
another day
faintly
flickering
itself away.
?
A little eye not made by man,
all woman seem to have.
Available to none but honey bees.
Clinging to my window butterflies.
If only screens were made back then,
rewound beyond tomorrow's song.
Voices heard inside my head sing to me and say.
Honey sweet the bread was by me, made today.
e.d.
My poems are getting shorter
Day by day by day.
Here is another example
What more can I say.
A little eye not made by man.
All woman seem to have.
Available to none but honey bees.
Clinging to my window butterflies.
If only screens were made back then,
rewound beyond tomorrow comes.
Voices heard inside my head that said.
Honey sweet the bread is made today.
e.d.
To God must be always sure to pray,
While we worship Him day by day
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtR7xrgZ_Fk
Forever He has been in our presence
We will love him in every essence.
When Jesus on earth had been born,
World was filled with wrath and scorn;
All those around He would settle down
To find us had travelled town to town.
Found that Jesus was our first Evangelist
Wanted to hear Him and could not resist;
Forgave our sins and then as we feared;
Was no longer here and had disappeared.
On a wooden cross Jesus was crucified;
Existance as savior those there denied;
After that what will become our fate;
In heaven for us is where he will wait.
Now, each day poses limitless opportunities for stress and strain -
New directions, new pains, new worries, brand-new doors open
Before older squeaky ones have closed, yesterday's problems
Had been mulled over, firmly grasped, solved, and cast aside.
Stanza from "Perspective on Time Passing"
for "Liberum Divisa" poetry contest
sponsored by Gregory Richard Barden
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May 28, 2021
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June 1, 2021
Author Dana Redricks
February 07, 2021
Living my life day by day. Trying to
deal with each challenge as they come
my way. Life is a journey in which we
must learn. Sometimes we may get burnt along the way. Constant communication
with God is the key to make it each day. Holding onto God's Holy hands. Wrapped in His arms of love and Mercy. Giving Him my complete attention. Come what may I know Jesus is with me each step of the way.
Author Dana Redricks
February 07, 2021
Living my life day by day. Trying to
deal with each challenge as they come
my way. Life is a journey in which we
must learn. Sometimes we may get burnt along the way. Constant communication
with God is the key to make it each day. Holding onto God's Holy hands. Wrapped in His arms of love and Mercy. Giving Him my complete attention. Come what may I know Jesus is with me each step of the way.
The women i love is so far away.
Covid you came with a vengeance
and took everything away.
The smell of her hair,
The softness of her touch.
Traditional Thailand woman
who i miss so very much.
Its been a year now since ive seen her
But thank God our hearts
can keep so many memories.
I remember leaving her the last time
and going up the escalator at the airport,
both with tears in our eyes
and i yell out at the top of my lungs
I LOVE YOU BENJI
I think the whole Bangkok Airport stopped to smile
as she blushed red and hid her tears.
Traditional Thailand woman with a heart full of gold,her love for me is something ive never really told.
Covid you came, you separated lives
and knocked alot of people down.
The stress you have caused would make anyone's head spin around.
But we will fight you,we will win,for i will see my love hopefully very soon again.
For those with loves so very far away,
Don't give up,keep your hearts strong
and we will get through this.
Day by Day
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