Wonderful life

It’s a wonderful life
Everything is beautiful
All my Christmases have come true
The world is my oyster
Every cloud has a silver lining
It could be me
Happy days are here again
I believe in magic
Hope springs eternal
There’s sunshine after the rain
Everything’s coming up roses
I’ve hit a purple patch
There’s nothing gonna keep me down
I’m on higher ground
I believe I can fly
Oh ho ho it’s magic
All you need is love
People are people
Be the best that you can be
I’m positively good
Aint no stopping us now
Keep on keeping on
I can do it
Be all you can be
Heaven, I’m in Heaven
I’m getting better and better

I sing my September song

I sing my September song
To remind me of the glory days
The times when the world was beautiful
And people basked in the sun rays

I sing my October song
As the bights draw in
And it feels colder
As winter begins

I sing my November song
As the gales soak the land
And the planned adventures
Don’t go as planned

I sing my December song
With Christmas cheer
As we make preparations
for the new year

I sing my January song
As the snow falls
And frosty winds
Lead to winter squalls

I sing my February song
As Valentine brings thoughts of love
And cards are written
With blessing from above

I sing my March song
As Easter celebrations
Ring through my ears. And loose
Myself in meditation

I sing my April song
As I walk in showers
With my loved one
And smell the flowers

I sing my May song
As warmer days
Bring out the barbecue
And children play

I sing my June song
As the solstice foretells
The end of the summer
And Autumn wells

I sing my July song
As holidays are taken
Then we plan for next year
In expectation

I sing my August song
At Harvest time
When we work in the fields
And the future is Thine.

I hold you in contempt, Sir

I hold you in contempt, Sir
You are a blethering infestation
Of pungent distaste
A deluded politician

You claim to be an egotist
Yet you frequented that slime
Of a putrid sewer called Parliament
Where vagrants waste their time

Devising conspiracies and
Degenerating arguments instead
Of high and free thought,
Which is beyond the tenets

Of the interlocutors imaginings.
How con you ruin a country
In this manner? When
The population curtly

Rejected what you imagined
That you stood for

Why do some people like to fight?

Why do some people like to fight?
Do they get a sense of power?
Are they just showing of to their friends?
Or are they just cowards?

Bullies who like to dominate
And scare people with their strength
Their muscle power their machismo
Why go to such length?