OK, OK… So I know this poem sucks ass. But you got to admit, I did a pretty bad ass job of using eye rhyme! Lol. 😜 ———————— Through all the awful places that I’ve been, And all the dark and evil things I’ve seen, Through heartache's maze that kept me on the move, I clung to dreams of someday finding love.

I've always longed for a son or daughter, Imagined a home filled with joy and laughter, I’d love to start a family, to someday own a home. And in my heart, I know that day will come.

I looked back on my life and all the hell that I’ve been through, How hard I had to fight when times were rough. But now that i’m with you, the struggle’s over. You're the light of my life, my other half, my lover.

The more you know The higher your brow

Beneath your smirk, so rouge Is an ego ready to gouge

Every skeptic, every one Who takes a controverting tone

You brand as a demon Sour face, lips tasting lemon

I pity you, your sneer abounds You cannot teach you only wound

I stepped upon a root, It nearly broke my foot. ‘Twas all that I did find As we pushed against the wind. Through trees the sound of laughter, Yet, threatened times of slaughter: The reason we must move, To protect our nascent love. For if she should come again, And bring with her great rain, I will have to vacate my seat, No longer to be Great. I mean not to imply A decision made simply, For the text of my life’s menus, Comes the cry of once-great Venus: When she seeks her only daughter, Her inquiry met with laughter; Thus ill she does but cough, As breaks the once great bough— And still she tries get through But the forest is too tough. So now she stands alone, Her daughter, and I, gone.

This day has been so good We’ve had such great food Our fellowship remains so strong Standing as one, among the crowd.

Oh Nanna, home is your laughter, I’m so glad I’m your daughter’s daughter,

Oh Nanna, I love looking through, And seeing you smile as you make dough,

Oh Nanna, you never let me lose, And if I do, you get Gramps with the hose,

Oh Nanna, when life seems bleak, You make my favourite, chips and steak,

Oh Nanna, please never move, Or I’ll lose a piece of me that is your love

Time is a broken clock: a fractured shard, That she holds in her pocket in a hard hand; Leaving those outside her control warred, Against ourselves and those commands That guide our souls towards acceptance. And In this place where chaos is revealed I long for peace and the love of Brunhild And her maidens who would shield Me from utter oblivion.

You asked me how I could just sip my wine When my fellow interpreters suffer in vain In the country that just fell to the Taliban Who are the ‘students’ of the Koran

I exclaimed how it sends shivers down my spine Seeing their chance to escape the brutal reign Abruptly taken away with their fate slain With their loyalties questioned once again

You knew both sides too well Because you command both tongues like spell While your brains work like Dell Your hearts explode like millions of shells

No sides can blame you for the failure Both sides in fact should praise you for your bravery Which never died in the past crossfire But will survive in the uncertain recovery

I have found I love When I am on the move

The road calls But I know I must come Back to the town I calm home

But just a certain as a summer rain The car will be packed And we shall leave again

My eyes Eyes rhyme For thyme Anytime Why not Don’t stop It’ll rot Got lots Of fraught Have you heard Of the herd Use verbs What a nerd Word Tessa🦋

With sough of the wind through The boughs, I spotted a chough. I thought It would Be rough To plough, Through The Slough, Though It was falling into the lough That left me coughing And hiccoughing!