Think about this for a while
when your mind is idle –:
A laundromat for nudists.
Playing With Dice
It never gets old,
Does it Almighty?
Throwin' 'em down,
Lettin' them fall.
Watchin' the pismires below
Try to make sense of it all?
Global warming is no accident,
it has an ancient antecedent
with one important difference:
That first deluge was by decree,
the one scientists predict will be
by man’s incompetence –
the better word is stupidity.
With family, friends, and in-laws left behind
millions of dead are finally enjoying peace of mind.
People who live only to eat
are doomed to a lifetime
of wiping more than
their mouths.
My parents, on a sudden whim,
(apparently?) decided to bring me
into the world as a helpless victim
of their boredom and indifference
without first seeking my permission
and about whom I knew absolutely
nothing. Now I ask you, was that selfish
omission an auspicious start to life?
Harmonic Omnipotent Flow
Form: Grook
Not in force, nor in fear,
the spiral spins clear.
Power that bends is not power that breaks—
it’s the river that sings when the mountain shakes.
The flame doesn’t shout,
it pulses… and things come about.
Celtics laud place of hawks
mi ancestors move beyond
the greenery the gravity of
harsh findings rolling over
meadows and mead craving
the heavenly harness meeting
between Devon Tullock missouri
minding the mended fences
crawling ivy surety closes our
eyes as shamrock dance greeting
tomorrow morning today
Irish
If you want your day to end on a productive note.
It may pay, to this poem about nothing take note,
In order to take away something of note.
A well planned nothing in your day,
Will help you make something of your day,
As doing nothing for 15 minutes minimum each day,
Could help you complete all tasks for the day,
As a mind that races through the day,
Seldom has a body to match the pace on any day,
With disasters and costly mistakes on the cards by the end of the day,
With either mind or body no longer present the next day.
Whereas a mind that can go blank once a day,
Will take the body with it all day,
And both mind and body will be in tune for another day.
So next time you are asked by the boss at work or at home,
"what are you you doing"
You will be proud to say "nothing"
And the wise boss will just smile and say Nothing,
Knowing it will lead to something,
That is better than nothing.
On the one hand we are told not to blow our own trumpet and be humble,
One the other hand we we must express Love for ourselves,
And through the worlds not stumble,
Or our lives will get lost in the concrete jungle.
So how do Love ourselves less without getting into a tangle,
Or Love ourselves more without risking that for which we angle.
Since we cannot loves others from any angle,
Without Loving ourselves from any angle
We must look at the subject from a third angle.
I suspect if we make the best use of our talents,
We will be demonstrating Love of self to more than our parents,
And will have no need to blow our own trumpets outside our own tents,
As scouts are good at trumpeting news of anyone with talents.
A bus in the hand,
Is worth two that fail to land,
Or fail to stop on demand,
Because they are needed,
when trains do not run as planned,
Or there has been slide of hand,
From drivers on a mission unsanctioned,
By those in command.
The good news is that the bus in my hand,
Stops within walking distance at my command,
Which is a lucky break for my chances of
staying above Ground,
Longer than planned,
With heart and lungs feeling needed,
And legs that are no longer unmanned,
With a good dose of natural Vitamin D,
That helps steady my hand,
And gives my brain a chance to expand.
So, I thank buses out of hand,
When I am tempted,
To wait on a bus that was scheduled,
But with no intention to arrive on time stated,
on the electronic notice board,
That those in the know never take for granted,
Whenever the word scheduled,
Remains unchanged,
And there is a near enough bus on hand.
,
You are not doing your job,
If you have not put it on the line.
Help save the planet,
Put your washing on the line,
Read the fine print,
Before you sign on the line,
Our lives are,
Always on the line.
Our reputations too,
Are always on the line.
It is hard to find the truth,
With fake news,
24/7 on the line.
If it was not for poetry,
Being here on the line.
Insanity,
Would be the only thing left,
On the line.
Death is not free.
You earn it by being alive.
Embrace fiery flames.
Rebel against injustices.
Speak out with passion
and compassion.
Or, leisurely ride the water slide,
watching as those who drown
call out helplessly.
Then, you are free to die.
The surest way to get to the good stuff in life,
Is by trial and error,
And not standing too long in front of a mirror.
The surest way to get to the bad stuff in life,
Is not to give time to trial and error,
And standing too long in front of a mirror.
Stagnant of thought.
Albeit, without any emotion.
Love never sought.
Life without living.
Tumultuous nothingness.
No taking or giving.
Intrepidly I advance, devoid of fear.
This earth I have trod.
That is why I am here.
I am a child of God.
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