I Accept
I decline, to take your wine
But of your hospitality I will partake
As your gesture is true and very kind
So of your joy, I will not forsake.
I will sit with you, the whole night though
As you drink your glass of wine
I can be the student and you the guru
And from that happiness I will not decline.
As I had spoke, I will not smoke
But of your habit you should enjoy
And those words I will not revoke
Though myself smoking it does annoy.
Smoke your smokes, I hope I don't choke
As you puff on your cigarette or cigar
Enjoy that taste with pleasure's awoke
As for your smoking habit I will never debar.
I refuse to eat, any of your foods or meat
But thank you for asking about my appetite
And with that one question to you, I must conclude
That without eating today, I will not die.
So please enjoy your food, as any man would
We can still chat while you are eating
And when you are finished I hope it's understood
That you and I can then start our preaching.
I do agree, that you and I both are free
As we lived our lives the best we could
But then I think as I drink my coffee
Was there other places that we should of stood.
Let's look through the bible, and see what is vital
For man to live and love on this Earth
But then I understand life is but a vicious cycle
It ends and begins with death and birth.
I now say goodbye, please don't sigh
Hopefully someday soon we will chat again
When the sun is out and blue is the sky
And again you my friend I will commend.
I will knock on your door, as I have done before
As I arrive there hopefully as your guest
Then our memories again we will restore
And I will accept, at your own request.
Randy L. McClave
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Smokin The Herb Again
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
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Have The Crackpots United
Watching the news and I had to shake my head,
a featherbrained crackpot stood there,
they want to a ban a forty odd year old advert
about going to work on an egg,
They stood there saying, “We are not stating
that eggs are bad for you, they are actually quite good.
However you shouldn’t eat eggs every day.”
What a cockeyed statement to make.
They then carry on and say, we should eat other foods.
However, other featherbrains have told us other foods are no good.
Now what do the featherbrained crackpots say about drink?
Coffee and tea does you no good,
soft drinks are too gassy,
a must to say away,
beer and spirits are another no no.
Bottled water that might be Ok,
until someone contaminates
it all of it some day.
Now back to food,
its not only eggs we must not eat.
You name a food from greens to bamboo strands.
According to the crackpots,
they will all send you to the Promised Land.
They tell us it’s all contaminated
with this and that.
They say we should eat less each day.
At the rate they go on,
we will not be eating anything at all,
and the undertakers will be making
the thinnest coffins anyone ever saw.
You can bet your bottom dollar
that all the crackpots eat well.
If you went to their larder,
I would bet you would find
all the foods that they have told us
to leave behind.
Now my advice is to eat what you like,
modestly of course,
and as for drink,
drink what you will.
Now light up a cigarette
and see how many cuckoos come out of the nest.
Some of them say that it gives you this and that,
then another come along say it does not.
Nevertheless, none of them
can answer the question that I purpose.
A few years ago scientists discovered a dinosaur
that had died from cancer would you believe.
My question is did the dinosaur smoke?
Did he have tailor made
or was it a case of rolling your own?
So the next time you see a featherbrained crackpot,
carrying a banner somewhere
saying we must not eat or drink this or that.
Give them the Winston Churchill’s V sign in reverse
and tell them to go elsewhere.
Now message to you is
eat, drink and be merry.
We have here only one time,
so enjoy it while you can.
poem by David Harris
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Fight for freedom a rant
The English pub is dying fast.
Strangled by regulations.
I think I’ll live to see the last.
There’ll be no celebrations
There is no where to celebrate
no local institutions.
Unless before it is too late.
A stay of execution.
Is granted by the powers that be
who recognise their foolishness
reversing their stupid decrees
which have proved their total uselessness.
Free the pubs from petty rules,
No one can truly understand
designed by pettifogging fools.
Its up to us we must demand
Repeal of anti smoking laws
and simply let the landlord choose
what seems to be the wiser course.
To allow smoking or refuse.
The customers will let him know
if his decision is correct.
Vote with their feet and choose to go
to any pub which they select.
Where they can smoke or to refuse
Acknowledge we have got the right
As free born Englishmen to choose
Before the last pub fades from sight.
I may survive to see the last
and wonder what will take their place.
An old tradition overcast.
They will just vanish without trace.
Unless we are prepared to fight
to change the governmental view.
The pubs are part of our birthright
I ‘m sure we are entitled to.
Choose to do what we enjoy
To smoke and drink and chat with friends
Whatever tactics they employ
To achieve their stated ends
Presenting theories as facts
in their attempts to frighten us.
They try to justify their acts.
Which frankly makes me furious
I smoke because I chose to smoke
Nobody is coercing me
I treat their theories as a joke
not to be taken literally
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I've Had My Experiences
I admit I've had my experiences.
You name,
I've done it.
And If I am not whispering,
About my misdeeds...
Why do some find my activities,
Ear candy for others...
They believe to another,
For them will be pleased?
I've never understood this.
I admit to being adventurous.
I have my curiosities,
And will explore my inquisitiveness.
If I for myself set my own limits,
Why is it gossip a few enjoy best?
I will never understand,
The obsession some have with nosiness.
My own,
Yes!
Others?
No.
Those who gossip live lives discreetly.
Lieing to themselves and others to deceive.
Hoping to keep sheltered,
Everything imaginable that has a bit of sleaze.
And doing the best they can,
To cure themselves of diseases...
Obtained secretly.
When I tell people I live my life basically.
And many would find me boring.
I am the one not believed.
I am an adventurer not a whore.
And I do not intend to do things,
That will bring conscious harm to me.
Even though I do explore.
Well...
I do smoke cigarettes.
And if I was having 'that' kind of sex...
I would awaken the next day to regret,
I wouldn't have cigarette smoking as a habit.
Doing that...
Decreases the need to wish to have 'it'.
From what I've heard.
Those who smoke...
Have less sex!
I guess!
Some of my adventures,
Have not always been successful experiences.
Or turned out to be satisfying tests.
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Sonnet- Stop Smoking, Could You Please!
Oh listen Sir, Oh listen please, will you?
“Cigarette smoke is injurious to health”,
And in the stages last what can you do?
Life pathetic turns, despite all your wealth.
Enough’s is enough, please draw the line, will you?
Give up your smoking habit, Now, today!
In life, there are much better things to do;
I plead to you to follow what I say.
All men on earth are imperfect, may be;
Our body, God gave us is so sacred;
It is not late to cease smoking- Be free;
Beware the Killer can pronounce one DEAD.
Oh listen Sir! cease smoking now, TODAY!
This is my Warning, Please and how I say.
poem by John Celes
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Wine Bibber
I would rather drink than eat,
And though I superbly sup,
Food, I feel, can never beat
Delectation of the cup.
Wine it is that crowns the feast;
Fish and fowl and fancy meat
Are of my delight the least:
I would rather drink than eat.
Though no Puritan I be,
And have doubts of Kingdom Come,
With those fellows I agree
Who deplore the Demon Rum.
Gin and brandy I decline,
And I shy at whisky neat;
But give me rare vintage wine,--
Gad! I'd rather drink than eat.
Food surfeit is of the beast;
Wine is from the gods a gift.
All from prostitute to priest
Can attest to its uplift.
Green and garnet glows the vine;
Grapes grow plump in happy heat;
Gold and ruby winks the wine . . .
Come! Let's rather drink than eat.
poem by Robert William Service
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Mrs. Hitchcock
Hello Mrs. Hitchcock
I hope truly you are doing well
I hope life has been very good to you
But that as time, someday it will tell.
And how are your beautiful daughters
I hope too they are doing fine
I hope they became wonderful women
I hope too they are gentle and very kind.
I hope they are seeking their destiny
In this hard world which we know as life
A hard journey for either woman or man
Or maybe, they became a mother and a wife.
Tell me do they have the beauty of their mother
And also do they have the eyes of their dad,
Do they both like to joke and laugh and enjoy life
And do they cry, when they are very sad.
Do they help others when they are in trouble
The way that you also had taught them to do
And do they sing when they are very happy
And are they virtuous, and also so very true.
Tell me do they also believe in heaven and God
Knowing that he is the reason that they are here
And do they thank him for the mother he gave them
Maybe their life someday, will be someone's mirror.
So once again I hope you are doing very well
I truly hope you have found in life what you sought
Also I hope everyday for you, it is a beautiful day
So again I wish you well, Mrs. Hitchcock.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Smoking Serves a Host to Cancer
I was shocked to hear,
' Do you mind if I smoke? '
from a white boy in Melbourne Station
as I never heard it anywhere before
from people boasting of civilized manners.
The single moms here wanting a partner
say about themselves in plain:
' I smoke one or two times
and drink a glass of wine a day.'
Fine and frank wives they will be.
'Does smoking enhance your manliness? '
I asked him and he responded with a smile.
I gave up smoking
when my first grand child
told me of some bad smell
coming out of my mouth.
when I tried to revert
to that gentle habit after a gap,
a sense of vomiting, I felt
and said bye to it once for all.
Neither did I smoke in toilets
nor I blew plumes of smoke
on the faces of friends and elders.
Some boys say, they feel brave,
if they puff on cigars in open.
Some breathe out rings of fumes
before the girls waiting for the buses
but the girls these days exhale
curls of smoke to shock them.
A close friend of mine
who had been a chain-smoker
got the acquaintance of a sage
and was taught a fact of life:
' Lose one thing to gain another'.
so he has kept of smoking cigars
and brought in smoking marijuana.
He inhales the fumes into his lungs
and exhales through oral and nasal ways
to inflict a multi-pronged assault
on his fellow disciples.
Our boys feel elated being adored
for their smoking and gambling skills.
Once they serve a host to cancer
friends too won't pay a visit
to see them breathing last in tears.
Their souls will struggle to escape
from the engulfing fumes of cigars
and no more chance for them
to jiggle in bed or giggle in life.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Rosemarys Wine
Written by neil diamond
And her eyes
Hurt the way they do
Almost like theyd seen
Almost like they knew
And her words
Soft as they could be
Tied me to her soul
And couldnt set me free
And the night
That held us in its arms
It held us once again
But even then
I knew this time
That I would decline
Sweet rosemarys wine
Lately i
Seem to be inclined
More to being cold
Less to being kind
And I suppose
That Ive been less than true
Being what I am
What was I to do?
So I drink
The sweetness of her soul
And drink it once again
But even then
I guess Id known
That I would decline
Sweet rosemarys wine
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Sonnet: Smoking Kills
He learnt to smoke from adolescent stage;
Yet, kicked the habit never, thereafter;
Now, he is only fifty years of age;
But gone completely is his life's laughter.
He smoked in chains and puffed smoke-rings away;
He is now chained to his smoking habit!
He sits now counting the hours in a day!
And feels his life, ebbing out, bit by bit.
His Lungs have become Cancerous by now;
The blood he coughed, revealed that Death was nigh;
There's no cure; To destiny, he will bow;
This is the case of persons low or high.
Beware, O Man, your smoking can kill you!
Your near and dear ones and some others too.
poem by John Celes
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Day's
Yesterday It has came and gone
Once again secretly it has left us behind
Now all we have is regrets and past wishes
And the many dreams we never did find.
Those days are now part of our memory
While we might think back to why didn't I
But then remorse we will always remember
While we always question ourselves just why.
Tomorrow it will never be here
As tomorrow will always be tomorrow
That is were we put our dreams and our hopes
And where we escape from our sadness and sorrow.
It is the days that we do dread
And the days that we hope and pray to arrive
Where love is held and deadlines our met
But some how they never do survive.
Today is all that we are guaranteed
As we are promised no future or even past
We are here now so we much cherish that
As in the end that is all that might ever last.
We must live and learn by the day
So we must enjoy every second that we live
Never to put off till tomorrow do it today
As today is the only day that we hold captive.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Girl
Girl, girl, girl
Thats your life
Girl
Smoking that glass pipe
I come from the city of dope
It couldnt be saved by john the pope
Coz the base head lyric sees the light
Two fat raps to the head last night
Cocaine cocaine, is that your rap
Every day and night its coming back
C-o-c-a-i-n-e
The rich mans high what it used to be
But things looking different in eighty-five
Cocaine, cocaine is that your high
Since age thirteen what have I seen
A lotto of base heads straight coke fiends
Snorting, puffing, thats the life
But its all over when you hit that pipe
Big coke dealers on the knock
All smoked up with no more rocks
Base heads buy, coke from him
But he smokes more than all of them
The big coke man, aint too cool
He smokes more than all you fools
Hes gotta a lotta do, but not a lotta bank
A brand new car with an empty tank
Pretty white smoke all in his chest
And a 84 benz, reposessed
Girl, thats your life
Girl smoking that glass pipe
Fresh young tender only fifteen
Walking on a strip just wanna be seen
Never touch coke a day in her life
But now that girls gotta have her pipe
Coz she met a man his name was jock
Do it to her a good and he smoked a rock
Put it in her joint all crunched up
And now everyday she takes a puff
Girl, thats your life
Girl smoking that glass pipe
I know you know what coke can do
Come into your life and take over you
Now you kicking back thinking bout your dream
But it never comes true coz youre just a coke fiend
You asked your woman whats the prob
She said its you coz you dont do your job
Used to make good love from the start
But now coke had done damage to your private parts
Girl, thats your life
Girl smoking that glass pipe
Your mind is gone your brain is blazed
Youve been wide awake for the last three days
Inhale, exhale you dont care
Coke smoke only no fresh air
You cant even talk you dont wanna listen
You and your body on that cocaine mission
Three days straight wheres your mind
Its gonna out of town and your brain is fried
Just smoke and choke until youre broke
Just smoke that coke until you croke
And it would be, I cant lie
No great loss if you should die
Coz your life is wrecked, you girl is checked
She chose on my and I was set
I took her home to make my move
But she wanted to base she was just like you
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Wait/ Don't Rush
WAIT-
Wait -
Don’t rush-
No one is waiting for you anywhere-
The whole day is yours-
Drink your coffee slowly-
Be conscious of the taste of the food-
Enjoy it slowly
Enjoy the freshness of the morning
The sun the good weather
Don’t rush
Nothing you do today
Will change much of anything-
Don’t rush-
You are an old man now
Try try
To enjoy a bit of it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Don't Drink
Don't drink, boys, don't!
There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or cheer,
In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer.
If they cheer you when drunk, you are certain to pay
In headaches and crossness the following day.
Don't drink, boys, don't!
Boys, let it alone!
Turn your back on your deadliest enemy-Drink!
An assassin disguised; nor for one moment think,
As some rashly say, that
true
women admire
The man who can boast that he's playing with fire.
Boys, let it alone!
No, boys, don't drink!
If the habit's begun, stop now! stop to-day!
Ere the spirit of thirst leads you on and away
Into vice, shame, and drunkenness. This is the goal,
Where the spirit of thirst leads the slave of the bowl.
No, boys,
don't
drink!
Boys, touch not, nor taste!
Don't think you can stop at the social 'First Glass.'
Too many have boasted that power, alas!
And found they were slaves to this seeming good friend,
And have grown into drunkards and knaves, in the end.
Boys, touch not, nor taste!
Don't drink, boys,
Don't
!
If the loafers and idlers scoff, never heed:
True men and true women will wish you 'God-speed.'
There is nothing of purity, pleasure, or cheer
To be gotten from whiskey, wine, brandy, or beer.
Don't drink, boys,
Don't
!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Last Days
What if the world was coming to an end
And we knew that day would be tomorrow
Would we search for family or even a friend
Or would we just hide and cry in sorrow,
Would we think about and also regret our sins
That we have committed to ourselves and unto others
Remember while we suffer the devil he grins
Especially when we have wronged our sisters and brothers,
Would the non believers then pray to a GOD
To a being they had ignored and would not believe
While the true believers would hold out their hands and nod
As they accept their judgement and their destiny,
Would anyone ask for forgiveness from the ones they hurt
And hope that GOD would forgive them as they did pray
Or maybe they will try to change and then covert
As they know that tomorrow would be their very last day,
I wonder if anyone would knock upon my door
Just to say that they are sorry or maybe even goodbye
Besides the people that came to my house before
Would they only be sorry, knowing soon that they will die,
Though our world it might not end tomorrow
But then only GOD will know when that day might be
Until that day my Bible anyone can borrow
As we all wait for our death and then our final journey
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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This Or That
One thing true about this or that
Some people don't mind if I am thin or fat
And they don't care, about the length of my hair
So to make all happy I just wear a hat,
And one thing more about this or that
I am glad I have a dog and not a cat
Though some are picky, they'd rather have a kitty
But then at least my pet isn't a rat,
Then do I wish or do I say a prayer
Did I glance at her or did I give a stare
Maybe I should lie, and to both I could deny
But then would anyone worry or would they even care.
Thinking more about this or thats
Some people don't want the truth just the facts
As all they want to hear, is joy and not fear
And then should I sit or have I sat,
Would I enjoy listening to music everyday
If the music was what someone else did play
Would I rather listen to a teacher, instead of a preacher
The choice is either this or that as I did say,
Is it better to say hello than it is to say goodbye
And is it easier to live that it is to die
Do we live by choices, or do we run in courses
Do we ever win or are we better when we just try,
As I think just where I am at
Would I rather write or would I rather chat
The choices are many, in this life of plenty
But that is the truths about this or that.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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I feel Like A Protesting Mood Today
I feel like a protesting mood today. Consecutive Governments all over the world are eroding our rights away one by one. We must not do this and we must not do that.
A good case in point is the smoking ban, well that has just got way out of hand. I agree no smoking in places where we eat, but now the idiots wants to ban you smoking in your own car! Now that is stretching it a bit too far. It makes you wonder what part of cloud cuckoo land their ideas come from.
Now I remember and it’s not that long ago, doctors encouraged you to smoke to calm your nerves. Now the same doctors are saying it is bad for you. However, it is all right for a group of them to plant a dirty bomb. Am I going mad or is there a double standard here? On the other hand, is it that they don’t have enough patients that they have to go out and create a few?
Then there are the Hospitals and doctors saying we will refuse to treat anyone that smokes. Hang on a minute, you will treat an alcoholic, which is self-infliction, a drug addict another self-infliction. Come on, a lot of you told us to smoke in the first place. Then the other day another doctor was saying that smoking actually help keep the airway clear. Am I missing something here?
Now I wonder what the Government would do if we all said there would be no drinking alcohol in any government building anywhere. Their Christmas parties would have to be held outside with Jack Frost. The point is if they couldn’t drink they might not fall asleep on the front bench, and we might get a few good laws that would do us all some good. Lets all vote in taking their rights away, just like they have been doing to ours. I’ve had enough of protesting to day. Thank you for listening, now I’m going away to write some pretty poetry.
4 July 2007
poem by David Harris
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Diet Coke
I eat to live not live to eat
but I can still enjoy my food.
As I am quite sure I should.
I dine on vegetables and meat
because I know they do me good.
I do not frequent fast food joints
to eat cheese hamburgers and such.
I do not really like them much
Which does not earn me brownie points
from friends with whom I keep in touch.
What suits them does not suit me
They are quite free if they prefer
the food the fast joints can offer
AS for my self I’d rather dine
on wholesome food I get elsewhere.
My friends are mostly overweight
Because they choose convenience
and really cannot see much sense
In eating what I advocate
They see my views as sheer nonsense.
But I am slim and fit while they
are frankly fat and ill at ease
in other words they are obese
and yet they still feast every day
on hamburgers with melted cheese.
Of course they all drink diet coke
a fact that still amuses me.
Although they drink it constantly
I do not think they’d see the joke.
I ‘d rather they were fat than me.
(12-Jun-07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Clepsydra
WHY, let is run! who bids it stay?
Let us the while be merry;
Time there in water creeps away,
With us it posts in sherry.
Time not employ'd's empty sound,
Nor did kind Heaven lend it,
But that the glass should quick go round,
And men in pleasure spend it.
Then set thy foot, brave boy, to mine,
Ply quick to cure our thinking;
An hour-glass in an hour of wine
Would be but lazy drinking.
The man that snores the hour-glass out
Is truly a time-waster,
But we, who troll this glass about,
Make him to post it faster.
Yet though he flies so fast, some think,
'Tis well known to the sages,
He'll not refuse to stay and drink,
And yet perform his stages.
Time waits us whilst we crown the hearth,
And dotes on ruby faces,
And knows that this carrier of mirth
Will help to mend our paces:
He stays with him that loves good time,
And never does refuse it,
And only runs away from him
That knows not how to use it.
He only steals by without noise
From those in grief that waste it,
But lives with the mad roaring boys
That husband it, and taste it.
The moralist perhaps may prate
Of virtue from his reading,
'Tis all but stale and foisted chat
To men of better breeding.
Time, to define it, is the space
That men enjoy their being;
'Tis not the hour, but drinking glass,
Makes time and life agreeing.
He wisely does oblige his fate
Does cheerfully obey it,
And is of fops the greatest that
By temp'rance thinks to stay it.
Come, ply the glass then quick about,
To titillate the gullet,
Sobriety's no charm, I doubt,
Against a cannon-bullet.
poem by Charles Cotton
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Shannon
Love lasts forever, isn't that true
Shannon asked that once of me,
And with a smile on her face
I then spoke with no haste,
I said yes, and too her I did agree.
She was a child, but knew not of truth
And she wanted that story to be so true,
As sadly her own mother has been
With yet so many, many men,
So about love, Shannon had not one clue.
Though she read it in books, and heard it in stories
Maybe that's why Shannon was so confused,
As she always saw her mother
With yet again, a different lover,
So poor little Shanny the truth she never knew.
Love lasts forever, to me she cried
As she showed me a picture of another man,
Though the picture wasn't of me or her father
So she wept for the pain a little longer,
As she wished, her mother could just understand.
The church said marriage is forever, Shannon spoke
Not only for a second, or a minute, or just a day,
To her statements I nodded and I agreed
And I told her, to her words always do heed,
And then in my soul, for her I did pray.
As the day will come, when she will be a woman
And I hope not like her mother that she loves,
As all Shannon wants is too be loved forever
By one man and not one man after another,
As one love for her, will always be enough.
Love lasts forever, that's what the bible has said
As Shannon ran to me with a smile upon her face,
God, he will join two souls as one
And they will be forever from dusk until dawn.
And never, will they ever fall from Gods great grace.
I want just one man, to come into my life
That I will love with all my heart and soul,
The man who will always be at my side
Even though we might argue and fight,
But one, and I swear I will never let him go.
I will never use my man, Shannon then did swear
And never will I put anyone above him,
I also promise I will not be like my mother
As my man I will love only him and no other,
And all I ask from him, is his love to me send.
Love lasts forever, I do believe that now
As Shannon spoke with happiness in her mind,
She then slowly closed her eyes
Then I could see the tears as she cried,
As she wished, and prayed for that day in time.
She spoke with wisdom of age, when she spoke
About a forever together with your love,
She told me one day she would enjoy it all
And never will she let her love fall,
And never from her one love will she have enough.
Poor little Shannon, the sadness that she has seen
Not even allowed to know her real last name,
She was never given a father to love
Only different men, to know and then hug
Poor little Shannon I pray, that you’ll know his name.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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