PRAYER CIRCLE FOR BRUCE WAYNE TO SURVIVE RAISING THE MOST PERFECT CHILD EVER

Ghostly Stones - Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Ancient stones of marble and granite,

barely upright over the souls they've known,

erected to remember, but more often forgotten,

faded by sun, stained by pollution and rain.

Their surfaces marred by time's non-judgemental hand,

etched with memories, but barely still stand,

bearing witness to the ghosts of old,

anchored to bones six feet below.

These stones, once adored and polished to shine,

now weathered, cracked, and worn with time,

still scream for acknowledgements of those who've passed,

their presence lost, like whispers in the wind.

But their effigy remains, etched deep in stone,

a testament to the lives once known,

to the loves and losses, joys and tears,

of the souls who once walked here.

These stones may be forgotten by most,

but for those who listen, they still boast

of the echoes of the past, forever bound,

to these ancient marble and granite stones above ground.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

By Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

Just Be Yourself

Dance wild, free, heart full of glee, No care who sees, just you and me. Love deep, true, no fear or doubt, Give heart in full, shout it out.

Sing loud, clear, let spirit soar, No need for praise, open the door. To joy inside, let music play, Chase blues away, come what may.

Live bright, bold, no time to hide, Grab life's hand, let passion guide. Each day a gift, a chance to shine, Make life your own, a love so fine.

No rules to bend, no time to lend, Just be yourself, a faithful friend. To heart and soul, stay ever true, Dream big dreams, make wishes come true.

~

Disclaimer: Google Gemini and I cooked up this little rhyme!

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"Back in My Day..."; Jealousy of Your Child's Privilege (24/08/24) By Jude Ní Riain

It's a common thing for them to say,

"Oh well, back in my day..."

As they rattle on about their past,

Saying thinks in hopes you act a ghast.

And by itself this would be grand.

If they didn't say it after you show your hand.

After you tell them of your day, joys or pain

On your parade they have to rain.

"At least your life isnt like before,

You see, now that life was a chore.

Compared to us you get to have life in ease

And get to do whatever you please."

This lack of sympathy makes them seem jealous.

Jealous of their child's privileges I guess.

I don't get why they aren't proud

Of the life for their child that they've allowed.

Not "humans are inherently good" or "humans are inherently evil" but a secret third thing (humans are inherently social animals which means that we're very good at cooperating and being compassionate towards those we perceive as being part of our community but we're also very good at being tribal and violent towards those we perceive as threats to our community and everyone defines their community differently)

Oh, my knight in shining armour,

Why won't you leave me alone?

I find a great sense of humour

In the seat of your throne.

I would like to be left

In my great tower;

Don't justify your theft

To give yourself power.

_ E.C.N