Wishing for the future is like asking the past to edit itself.
A Pillar of Salt will be the result.
The person will be by themselves
Looking into the present and seeing those that have left you should be the ball of twine in within your mind.
Living in the moment and seeing the results come about is more enjoyable than being inactive.
The sloth will sit on their duff and never become active.
Soda is the result of their days slothfulness.
Constantly they forecast their past in a manner of unproven boastfulness.
The struggle of a person whether alone or with their rib is more honorable than a person that is slothful.
Visual pleasuring
Of a more active
And not at rest, dead-looking
Definable sort.
One's lost soul fragments
A traumatized youth's
Sea's, land's wet and wild torments
From out them retrieved?
Or so drawn, for it, so grieved?
Nor that. Least not now!
Quite the opposite. O'er wow
Deities who cavort.
Darkness masked my view
I left shocked like dumb
Stellar murmured smackingly
Demanding my activity
The comets obscured my mind
I had no choice on it
Smackings and whispers in my ear
Made me active!
When appearing in public as Droopy sad vote needy it just
crumbles just as the millions of others.
Left with a guilty dialogue to chase? Please yourself
and don't for once, your a grown up, you can don't know too.
Please visit Ventura and thousand oaks cities guys.
Bring your spine it has a home here it's missing
Get to work
Make nother talking history hiding
Oopsy building down?
Elected by majority of population, sad?
We can harvest well,
But we must plant our saplings;
We can build up luck.
In a gentle manner..There is emphasis on care.' Protect and
Save the eco-system.' Thats already 'out there' yet the rhetoric
Becomes dragonlike.' Should you err.? 2020 was an intro.' There
Will be more He will dare.' Lahina saw fire..Did it fall from
The sky.' What will you sacrifice? When the real test is nigh'
Will you bow as a pagan? Will you take the wrong mark.?
Be warned though it be daylight.' Plans are being made for
When its dark.'
Weep and wail..You who are not a kingdom.' Yet who would
Rule as God.! Setting a throne on high..Yet it is a toilet in
The eyes of The One True God ' He has placed you on notice.' And you will be abased.!! Those who are women
Yet swagger as men shall stagger.' Sores will be their ornament a sign upon their heads.! Those who are men in
You yet deny their birthright, shall be cast down.' Their days
Shall be as a nightmare.' And their nights 'a hell on earth' they
Shall run from catastrophe to disaster..They will be the prey of their own fears.' And sadness will consume them.!
Active billionaires
We get tired of his face, which is a mirror
into his soul shows an obsession with self
has drowned his tender heart was
in agreement with the world around him
it is about power, the dislikeable want
to be loved, to show strength is second
best to be feared when love fails
overactive and exhaustive, he bothers
about things that are unimportant for
for us, but of vital interest his one road
self-centered intelligence, to be liked he
has to feign compassion for those he sees
as a loser and secretly despises
in silent moments, he senses his loss,
but feels defeated til the engine of his busy
life revs up, and he can throw himself into
the clamor of a life that is a mere echo of
the loss he has suffered.
Silver bullets have no eyes
They care not who is hit
American schools where bullets fly
Terrorizing the staff and kids
The shooter often a kid as well
This time he is a 14 year old
His father arrested headed to jail
How much about his child did he know
The photo they splash on the tv
Of a blonde haired student teen
Surely a nightmare who could dream
So tender of age to be so mean
Two teachers two students gone forever
Killed by a teen with gun access
Families torn apart love is severed
How can you not feel distressed
As prayers go up we look now
To the parents of this young man
What reasons in his life will be found
That he would cause death with his hand
His mother surely feels regret
Obviously he was deeply disturbed
The nation again is utterly upset
Gun violence hits a sensitive nerve
When is a newsletter not a newsletter
When it's full colour and 36 pages long
That was 12 years ago when I began designing it
It was a 4-page black and white newsletter
It has since grown into this schmaltzy
Quarterly full colour community publication
I've always taken great pride
In every venture I've become involved with
Now in my years since retirement
Once again had my fingers back in the pie
It has given me “raison d'être”
Translated... “a reason for being”
My only regret is that it's quarterly
Instead of monthly as I would have preferred
It is so very important to remain active
Any way we can in our retirement years
I face a big dilemma,
Is active life better than retired?
In active life, social ties thrive,
Conversations flow, stirring hearts and minds,
In retired life, tranquility retreats,
Fewer interactions, cherished with ease.
Active sports push boundaries, energy like a fiery spell,
Retired sports are leisurely, golf swings, fishing trips,
Time slows down, stress finds its resting place,
Both paths offer joy and grace.
Thoughts gallop like wild stallions, ideas and dreams to find,
Active minds, ever seeking, intellect unleashed.
Thoughts perch like wise owls, memories dance in peace,
Retired minds, wisdom shared with humble grace.
Active and retired, balance in life.
Live the active present, welcome the retired furure.
While no one in their right mind,
Would not want to be old and active,
With a mind that is there most of the time.
Actively searching for other people,
Who are also active,
To be active with,
Whose minds are there most of the time,
Can be time consuming,
And energy sapping,
Which leads to napping,
Instead of actively planning,
Adventures that one still finds exciting,
That are good for both body and mind.
Retired for ten or twelve years now
I've finally accepted the role
As a senior citizen sent out to pasture
Not good for this once active soul
Poetry has sure helped fill in the gap
But looking for something else
Maybe creating a children's picture book
Got a mind for it I've always felt
Not saying my old mind is childlike
But it's probably close to the truth
Always was able to get down to their level
Even though I'm long in the tooth
So wish me well in whatever endeavour
Don't need to make one red cent
You can wager I'm gonna eventually find out
The activity for which I'm now meant
In my room with its broken door
is a vast array of U3A nomenclature
Admitting ones age is a drag
A vast collection of antique SLR'S stands
Just needing the servicing of fandango light
Use it or lose it, the idiom goes
A coach trip awaits
were I could make a friend
to share my interests
like J'aime Francais
and Lloyds Park walks
almost being half a centurion Croydonite
Beseech the Lord, for revelations, let Him equipe
You for spiritual battle; for unrest it is lapping at our feet.'
Perversion is rife, sin is advertized broadly.. And what
Does revelations ch 13 v 7 explain.' For those who say
What can we do..? Does it say the beast makes peace
With you? Or you with him.? I think rather not ? So what
Is your answer? Is it yes and amen ? to the Lord of
Hosts' for if you have read that scripture that describes
Christians ' actions then read further to revelations ch 15
Verses 1 to 2.. What are your thoughts,.? Who is this
Who makes it so very plain? 'Who else indeed.? As
God lives surely satan will die, his spirit extinguished
Glory Glory Glory.. Praise Him call upon His name.'
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