It seems ‘Pickleball’ has swept the nation
Folks play after work and on vacation
Fav’rite pre-game drills
Eating kosher dills
Accounting for their in-FAT-u-a-tion
Work for your world,
But don't forget your afterlife,
No one knows today if we are together,
For tomorrow is not certain
Let's pray for every moment
After we're tired all day with our work
Life is not worth for keeping
Our life is a borrowed life
Someone above us is the rightful owner
When the time of accounting comes
We are free of giving our litanies
Not gnashing of teeth in the corner
But coming out the Great Court as victor.
Life is already very tiring
What to do if you don't even
Have a spiritual sustenance
To a lover, life is inspirational
To a painter, the world is a canvas
To a farmer, the field is a worlplace
To a businessman, everything is a profit
To a writer, everything comes from an idea
To a poet, everything is delight of beauty
To a sickly, life is too tiring to live
It's God's mercy that one sickly to preserve
How I wish that everything we do has precaution
To lurk a danger is everything stop or slomo
Or send a warning message in the mind instantly
But no wisdom of precaution for a freeman
For a free moral agent is free for all commodities
Free for success and failure, free to do anything
Free for all qualifications in love and life
Everything in life has its ordeal and mantra
Any assurance is only goodness that is valid
To validate life's itenirary and soul's salvation
Life is not really free in accountancy
We expect every action for any accountability
Life is borrowed and expect the Master appear
To take accounting for His business investment.
Yahya Sinwar, what's in his name
The sin and war that account for his 'fame'
Any decent man these traits would shame ~
Yahya makes them his life's sole aim
weighing the total sum of existence
is not a skill which is given to us
lying well beyond realm of human minds
even those of prophets and wunderkinds
requiring eternal omnipotence
along with very dogged fixedness
on the tracking of every single change
within unending universe of strange
perhaps why all the gods are too busy
to notice devotees in a tizzy
over all who will not follow their rules
deride and treat them as self-righteous fools
certainly some will call this blasphemy
which should result in incapacity
removal of the right to live and breathe
to do any ungodly thing I please
while others may react slightly more gentle
needing to indoctrinate this fellow
fill me to the brim with scriptures and verse
before my condition becomes much worse
coming right back to the totality
that driving need to measure all which be
inevitably to count, sift and sort
that which their true religion should abort
keeping it all very crisp, neat and clean
creating an accounting-of-souls dream
I for one have no evil scheme or wish
within the sacrilegious pond to fish
fully content to not bother the gods
measuring of totality and odds
It is official,
Those who count voted,
Boysenberry Ripple Ice cream,
Made by tip top of NZ,
Is the best ice cream in NZ,
And possibly on the planet.
It also happens to be my favourite,
By a country Mile,
And I can't wait to tell my family,
Who think that I should be embracing salted caramel,
Really.
trying to
sleep counting
the proverbial fence
leaping endless rainbow
of sheep
passing time
tiredly trying to
induce slumber but
notice
as each
ovine leaps
the next has less
wool then
the one before
so forgetting about
REM now i need see
for sure
how nakedly
shorn if there is
a last one will be
Who can account for what we term taste
and shouldn't it be just an opinion?
Though then it might be just a tad debased
~ not free to take off, like a feathery pinion
You like dinner hot; your spouse likes it cold
When it comes to domiciles, can new ever beat old?
Fashionistas may flash their provacative cloaks
The older you get, the more you cover your spokes
In the matter of make-up, less can be more
Lest you earn your keep on the street as a whore
For winter vacations, warm weather adds zest
While for ski-lovers and others, the Alps are the best
In regards to teeth, though, I think this is the case
to which all will agree ~ It helps to use paste
When Tax Season Comes
When tax season comes, I relax...
not worried cause I have my facts
along with a friend
that helps to the end...
my financial aide, Turbo Tax!
So simple, it says what to do...
just type numbers in, click review.
No big fees to pay
high-priced C P A...
sends it to the I R S too!
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Tax and Finance Limericks - Old or New
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Judged: 12/31/2018
Taste is a mystery
Forged by your upbringing and history
What I like
You may hate
You are a Taurus
I am a Scorpio
You take lunch
I eat breakfast
You enjoy soap's
I love sport
You believe
I don't
You are happiest preaching
While I prefer to listen
You are never wrong
Whereas I readily admit when I am
I carry the can
You pass the buck
You are blessed with endless good luck
I often come unstuck
You fly 1st class
I take the bus
You drink champagne
I like a pint
You think success equates to money
While paying me minimum wage
You rely on self
I depend on family
I will open a door
And say please and thank you
As you blindly walk on past me
Never stopping to thank me
Yet you are the benchmark
People wish to aspire to
Manners must cost nothing
Because otherwise if they did
You would be just as broke
As every other common folk
And you will still have to learn the value of manners
The hills hold echoes of children at play,
their lingering laughter cupped by the leaves;
sometimes on still evenings I hear their chime,
a whisper of pipes caressing the trees.
In cool shaded dales thick carpets of moss
remember child footsteps of dreams
left by bare feet light as the mists
that float softly above the clear mountain streams.
What if, while walking, I should encounter
my long grown child-self face to face;
how will I answer her questioning gaze,
give account for my run of life's race?
Copyright, April 18, 2017, Faye Lanham Gibson
A is for apple
B is for baby
C is for cute
My first ABC poem
Please leave a message
I'm only 14
No accounting for
taste
What you dislike
and called a waste
is what I like
You call
cheese,honey
I called it bitter pill
You prefer a monkey
while chimp makes
me chill
You like worshipping
sun
I love worshipping
God
It really fun
you called mine odd
I lived in tradition
You lived in
modernity
But in addition
I lived in christianity
You urged me to
study biology
I urged you to learn
Shakespeare
You want me to live
by astrology
Let poetry be your
spear
You prefer winter
that is your choice
Mine is summer
when I'll rejoice
When you lay on
your bunk,
you hear the
music,rock
but I listen to punk
who should be given
a sock?
You love a black lady
with long dark hair
I love a white baby
to be my heir
You desire
democracy
as system of your
government
I desire theocracy
it had the best
management
Let us be a union
Let there be chaste
Let's tolerate each
one's opinion
for no accounting
for taste
On lotus leaf
a frog sits meditating-
the parenthood.
Fetal coaxing,
was on trial. Will you
come to witness ?
A premature
death of a dream. Who
was responsible ?