Strength in Numbers

One moment in time,

One life to live,

You’re my one and only,

To you my heart I give.

 

Two hearts beat as one,

We’re two of a kind.

Two heads are better than one,

On our love, we’re never of two minds.

 

To the four corners of the earth,

In your footsteps, I will go.

In seventh heaven and on cloud nine,

Our love continues to grow.

 

And when we’re behind the eight-ball,

Or an eight-hundred-pound gorilla blocks the way,

Together we’ll eighty-six them,

Together we will stay.

 

And at the eleventh hour,

When we are old and grey,

If my mind should wander,

And I seem a million miles away,

 

Remember we bat a thousand,

And our love was twenty-four seven.

We gave it the whole nine yards,

We were up to eleven.

 

And when we lie down and rest

In our eternal slumber,

May the power of our love show

That two can be strength in numbers.

Out with the Old – Happy New Year!

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Another hour, another day

Another year has slipped away.

 

Memories were made, good and bad

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.

 

2016 will soon disappear

As we greet 2017, a brand new year.

 

Another chance to change, another new start

Let love, joy, and peace flood your heart.

 

Happy New Year everyone. May peace, love, and joy follow you wherever you go.

Fuzzy Socks and Carpeted Stairs

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Fuzzy socks you are so soft

And warm against my peau (rhymes with go – French for skin)

Staircases lead me up or down,

Wherever I need to go.

 

Fuzzy socks and carpeted stairs

Should never really meet.

A barrier should be worn betwixt the two

And fit snugly on the feet.

 

For when fuzzy socks and carpeting join

They become a little slick.

And once headed down the stairs

Your foot will suddenly slip.

 

Gravity and inertia will gladly

Join the fun.

As fuzzy socks and carpeted stairs

Come together as one.

 

As hard as you will clutch

and find something on which to hang,

You’ll ultimately end at the bottom of the stairs

With a loud and ungraceful bang.

 

The preceding poem is based on a true story which happened only an hour or so before the text was written.

Peace, Love, & Hope

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Pretend you live in a world where

Empathy for your neighbour is

Above all, and where

Compassion and love is the weapon

Even in the face of adversity.

Life would be so different here.

Our hearts would be full,

Values and morals would be important, and

Everyone would feel safe.

However, this fantasy is not real.

Our lives and freedoms are at risk, but we can

Persevere and good can triumph.

Evil has no foothold with peace, love, and hope.

Originally posted on www.sandrajjackson.com