I adore this marvellous arrangement;
It is genius in so many ways.
It’s a musical extravaganza
Of Michael Jackson, back in the good days.
I love the added beat boxing element
And it’s arranged to titivate and amaze.
Sam Tsui and Kurt collaborate wonderfully;
This video deserves billions of plays!
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Monday Motivation #MondayMotivation
Monday Motivation
Here’s a little Monday Motivation, especially for you:
Master of your own destiny, you can make your dreams come true.
If you have a particular interest, then it’s up to you to pursue it;
Identify what you need to do, and then get on and do it!
Monday Motivation is a short rhyming poem by Ms Moem.
This is a little blast of Monday motivation written for you by Ms Moem.
For more motivational poetry, you may be interested in my book ~ Motivational Moems.
The Wonder Of Planet Earth From Space
Ultimo and Ultimo Couture by Michelle Mone
Ultimo is the brainchild of the fabulous Michelle Mone;
A dynamic and proactive lady, proud of the company she owns.
Tired of uncomfortable bras, she knew that she could design better,
So nothing could stand in the way of this glamourous go-getter!
With determination and self belief, her success is clear to see;
Even honoured by the Queen, Michelle was awarded an OBE.
With an ever-growing portfolio of products for the bust
These are miracle solutions and a purchase is a must!
Thanks to Ultimo Couture, you can now buy dresses too;
Designed for real women, it’s a touch of luxury for you.
Beautiful and elegant, much like the designer herself
The Utimo gowns and bras are literally flying off the shelf!
Waiting For You | A Short Poem
Kendal Torchlight Carnival 2011
Don’t They Grow Up Quick
I gaze down at my baby, all new and freshly born;
I count her tiny toes and evaluate her tiny form.
I inhale the scent of innocence, of purity, of youth;
I’d do anything for her, and that really is the truth.
Days blur by at rapid speed, my baby grows at pace,
Curiosity abounds and becomes etched upon her face.
Perpertually learning, I fear soon the day will come,
My baby will be grown up and more intelligent than her Mum.
It’s not that I am sitting here thinking “Cripes, aren’t I thick!”
But rather, where has time gone and don’t they grow up quick!
It’s been rather a whirlwind as her childhood whizzed past
And one thing’s for certain, babies really don’t last!
So, I looked at my baby, on her way to secondary school;
Her personality truly developed, and her senses oh so cool,
It honestly feels like she was only born about five minutes ago
But it has truly been an honour to watch her blossom & grow.
Now we begin a new era, as my baby days have flown
And without a backward glance, poor old Mum is home alone!
So I’ll excitedly wait for the school bell, for my babies to return;
They really do grow up quickly and that’s one lesson I’m sad to learn!
Don’t They Grow Up Quick is a poem © Ms Moem 2011.
Cameras In Courts
Tuned into Sky Sunrise, for news and reports
To learn that the PM wants cameras in courts.
I’m not sure that’s sensible, but who am I to say;
Are courts to be the daytime TV of the modern day?
Think about the X Factor, and the nation it has bred;
People don’t want a job, they chase celebrity instead.
So putting the judicial system on view for all to see;
What kind of exposed community are we wanting this to be?
Picture the scene, in homes all round the land,
Families watching telly, sky remote in hand,
Would they prefer a murder or a little bit of fraud,
Or perhaps a case of pilfering if they’re particularly bored.
And what about the victims who have already suffered?
Their actions will televised, viewed, streamed and buffered.
What benefit “transparency”? How will it be received?
Cameras in court – I don’t know what it will achieve!
Cameras In Courts is a poem © Ms Moem 2011.
Great Love
I knocked on love’s door,
Was welcomed with glee.
I knew that, at last, I’d come home.
I stepped bravely inside
And there smiling at me
Was the greatest love I’ve ever known.
I walked down love’s road
Without reference or plan;
Anticipating my destination.
And when I arrive
At once I understand
What is meant by complete adoration.
I sailed on love’s seas
For a year and a day
Hoping never to come across shore.
With the wind in my sails
I am well on my way
And I hope I now sail ever-more.
Great Love is a poem © Ms Moem 2011.