Wrestling Poets. (FLGripper)

It must be the era of Language and Lit
When both were taught in school
Which gave both of us the yearning for it
And made us two so cool

It sure would be great to meet up and fight
And on friendly terms then, we'd leave,
With hopes of another, a friendship of might,
And memories to share and cleave.

Alas, with the distance, it doesn't look great
The border, a hindrance, for sure,
But bodily contact, a loving to 'hate'
Is really the only true cure.

For yearnings experienced all of the time
When scantly clad bodies entwine,
When pinning opponents, upon them do climb
To make YOUR body MINE.

Then as we get closer, in body, as friend,
More comfortable we'd feel
The bout which we started would come to an end
Who'd win? - the jobber or heel?.

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Christmas Past

Gifts of gold, incense and myrrh For that baby lying there Were not gifts without much thought, Significant references, they brought. GOLD , for riches of a king, Of properties e'erlasting ring, To celebrate the Kingly birth, Who came as man upon the earth. FRANKINCENSE came from the east For th'annointing of a priest, This babe, a Prophet, Priest and King, Eternal life for all to bring. MYRRH was given, though bitter it's taste, Preparing for the death to be faced, The purpose of His life, - the Cross, To save the world from eternal loss. The media bombard with ads., Pushing forth the latest fads, The parents now seem under stress, They're spending more, though giving less. Oh to live in bygone days Though cash was scarce, with less in pays, The children, then, were quite content And knew what Christmas really meant

25 have past July 17th 2023

💝 ' 25 ' H a v e P a s t 💝 W as it really so long ago? I t seems like just a few, L ove was boundless in the air, L ooking down on you . I remember my old dad, that's A ileen’s grandad, too, M arching slowly, up the aisle, A dorned by none, but you. N ext he gave you to your men, your D ad, pastor, and beau, A ileen and William pronounced their vows I nsisting love would grow. L ike yesterday, I’m sure it seems, E ven though it’s gone so fast, E xactly where, did those years fly? N ow " twenty-five " have past.

I love you dad.

I told my dad, while on his bed, assuming he did sleep, In hospital, [ he'd not come home ] with tears my eyes did weep, “I love you dad” Then hugged him tight, while feebly he replied “I.............love...............you................too..............son” THAT’S the thing I cherish, since he died. With forty years age difference, while young, we were not close. He wasn't very tactile and nor was he verbose, But as we aged, did closer grow, in ways he’d show his love, We’ll meet again, don’t know the ‘when’, – the ‘where’? – in Heaven above. I then went out to my car after this and bawled my eyes out at having had this special moment.

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