Poetry

March 8th, 2016

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March 8th, 2016

 

2189 Days

5 years, 11 months, and 26 Days

52,536 Hours

3,152,160 minutes

 

They all translate to the same thing

This is how long it’s been since my heart could sing

All this time has been true Bliss

It’s like 5 years. 11 months, and 26 days of a never ending kiss

 

Of those 5 years, 2 of those you’ve been my wife

That moment was the real start of my life

Devin, you made me an optimist, eager to see my life unfold

Thankful for a wife with a heart of gold

 

For 2189 days I’ve had the most beautiful Queen

That’s 3,152,160 minutes with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

So thankful that a beauty like you chose me

And helped me shed the shackles of depression and set me free

 

My gorgeous best friend who pushes me towards hopes and dreams

I take pride in loving you, I’m about to burst at the seams

52,536 hours I’ve loved you with all my heart

It’s been 5 years, 11 months, and 26 days of proving nothing will pull us apart

 

For six years I’ve known true love Thanks to you

We have overcome hardship through the power of two

I plan on spending my eternity next to you

So I’ll have plenty of chances to say I love you

 

Love your husband, LeTavious

 

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Poetry

Devin Tiombie Hemingway

diva

Devin Tiombie Hemingway

Deeply passionate about life

Enhances the serenity of my life

Voluptuous and embodies femininity

Intelligence coated with intense creativity

Never has there been such a queen

 

Talented in so many unimaginable ways

Innovative, and changing life’s mundane days

Opulence incarnate

Marvelous in every way

Beauty that is unrivaled

Immortal is your love for those lucky to have you

Entrancing is your kiss

 

Heart of Gold, and the most powerful lover

Elegantly carrying yourself like no other

Mystifying me with those amazing eyes

Immovable is my heart from your grasp

Nonconformist, refusing to be contained

Glamourous diva that you are

Wife, I’m so proud to have you

Amazing that’s it’s been six years

You are definitely the light of my life

Devin

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Poetry

Wedding Ring

The Mysticisms of the never ending circle amazes me

Yet the unyielding power of that wedding ring is easy to see

The ring, its power so profound

With this ring I bid thee spellbound

It has to be the magic of love to one moment make you weightless

Then sap all your strength and make you breathless

When you’re apart there is no weight greater than this ring

When together there is no harm to you anyone can bring

The love behind the ring will make you numb to pain

It will help you find the joy in the rain

It’s pure power behind this small circular ting

There is truly mysticism behind the wedding ring.

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B.A.K.

I start this with a newly made acronym, B.A.K.. This lovely gem stands for Bad Ass Kids and was created earlier today when I was at my cousins beautiful wedding.

We arrived promptly at 9:30am for a 10:00am wedding and were shown to our seats and we marveled at the display of amour and generally enjoyed the friendly atmosphere. Then enters a badly broken man, and his three kids that clearly were half human, and half hell beast. The broken man was seated next to my wife, brother, sister, and I and his kids decided now was the tome to make as much noise and do the most moving possible. This was the beginning of what was to be a somewhat annoying day.

Once the bridal party began proceeding in and were naturally silenced ourselves they naturally began talking more and raising their voices. And snickering. And asking is that the bride, even though she was the only woman in a white dress wearing a veil and following the young man who had a sign that said “here comes the bride”. Once the ceremony actually started and the preacher started giving a mighty engaging speech the kids were determined to disrupt him by making the most noise and crying. This poor broken father quietly attempted to stop them, but this was a losing battle.

The reception followed and their wrath was augmented by they voracious need to be everywhere at once, and their frustration with the fact that they can’t be. We were seated in the reception hall awaiting the bridal party to be done with their photo shoot so we can have our brunch and fun. But these there mini terrorist who were again seated behind us decided to yell, scream, and randomly hit my chair for the next fourth five minutes. This was the most aggravating thing in the world, but the thing that made it worse is that the father wasn’t trying to discipline the children. The mother was working the room as a wedding photographer and too busy to help. Once the food was uncovered the kids proceeded to run up and thrust their hands into it, and/or take it off the table. The staff all started to tell the kids to stop and escorting them back to their father. These strangers within the community were the ones disciplining these kids.

With all that said, now I can ask my question are the kids really bad, or are the parents bad? The kids don’t really know any better and if their parents are allowing it they can only think that this is the way the world works. Can we really be angry with the babies if the mother and father may as well be nonexistent? Is it really the communitiy’s job to discipline people’s kids or is that a job solely reserved for the parents?

What do you think? Today the world around me showed me that some parents lacked certain things that the community made up for, and it was a sad sad sight.

Who’s job is it to discipline kids, and is it the child’s fault they are bad if they don’t know any better?
Let me know

-Poetic Ice

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