We drive on the left
park in the driveway
and walk on the pavement
over here in the good old U.K.
They drive on the right
and on the parkway
also the pavement
over there in the U.S. of A.
It could be confusing to motorist
and pedestrian alike,
so where should we go
when riding a bike?
Other Days, But None Alike
Miracle Man
11/19/2024
Yesterday is a storage bin for all my past adventures,
there recorded is wins and losses of all my past ventures.
Today is that brief span of time stuffed in between,
and when it quickly passes, no more will it be seen.
Tomorrow never comes yet I may experience more.
I oft pause and wonder what it might have in store.
The moral of this nonsense, is I’ll give today my best,
for time belongs to God, I’m here only as His guest.
Our habits define us
We are what we do
If you don't mind me saying so
~ That's why I'm not you
Steven Grant : “ Every idea is a juxtaposition of existing concepts.”
Wilson Mizner : “ If you steal from one author, it’s plagiarism, if you steal
from many, it’s research.”
Great Persons Think Alike
When I notice plagiarism
I do not lose enthusiasm.
I smile to forgive and forget
being generous I accept.
The proverb just to strike
“ Great persons think alike.”
I’m influenced by predecessors
My followers are my successors.
Yet New ideas are to evoke.
Edition, submission to invoke.
Musings roll : Me to dick,
“ Great persons think alike.”
02/10/23
Strand Premiere No. 1192
Contest by Brian Strand
For bold references
Are the fat differences
Between Women of America
And The Sun-Blackened of Africa
Who in torrents sweat
But over this not fret
In no hurry to involve air-conditioners
Rather through prayers to God Petitioners …
The Jilted-By-Her-Lover cries her head off
While The American could The Idiot’s head blow off,
Knee-low skirts only for a nice story,
The American sure in Mini as much glory,
African breasts continue to suckling duties answer,
Their American Twin strangely disposed to cancer …
Her women politicians content with The Gentry
While the American hopes to steer her country,
The lips of her women are sealed to sex styles
Non-Censored Americans pairs on this rich files
Of course, The Scholarly American often eyes degrees
While The African quits when daddy agrees …
Guess now the point I want to strike:
American and African women not alike!
look-alike
my look-alike
was a book-keeper
I was one too
But got bored,
Joined the navy
I have not seen my look-alike
For forty years.
There is a mirror
In the hall
Tell me of times gone.
He has sent me a thousand email
But it feels like
I have sent them myself.
I want to be free of him
He occupies
Too much space in my head
But, the chain isis unbroken
It has roots stretching
Across the globe.
Finally, we will
cross the river together.
Frog and Toad were on the road
When they met a Chinaman
He said, 'Harro. How do-you-do?
I nevel see two flogs rike you.'
My eyes and heart are falling alike so
The stars tonight may even fall like leaves
Sprinkles of raindrops are falling
The sunset fell and darkness falls
A waterfall falls so sparkling t'was clear
Petals off a rose bush dramatically fall
Feathers fall from a bird ready to fly
The sun watches the moon fall and rise
That butterfly looks as if its falling
Once again my dreams fall and fall
Even as much but falling from where
A teardrop falls from eyes gently so
A strand of hair escapes to fall and escape
Time stands still to fall back in place
My eyes and heart are falling alike so
We are more alike than different; don’t judge us on our packaging.
Let us find each other on a soul level; do not mess us up with stereotypes.
Music finds us in barns, bars, cars, boats; beside campfires with strangers.
Just people we have not understood yet; let us play it out, listening.
If we all wore blindfolds, would it make the worlds nicer?
Would we stop judging people based on appearance?
Would it force people to listen to each other on a soul level?
Would music become even sweeter if we wore blindfolds?
We are unaware of our preconceived notions. They are deeply buried.
We do not want to think we are racist, or prone to ageism and sexism.
None of us can eliminate our prejudices unless we blindfold ourselves
And meet in bars, and get down and listen to each other’s songs.
i have it here for safekeeping
the epitome of your life’s work
the crown jewel
the holy grail
a little butterfly
barely a teenager
the first workshop project
held in your hands
sanded
caressed
polished
for hours and hours
dedication
focus and determination
you had a vision
to transform a lifeless piece of wood
into the silky smooth finish
with
devotion
drive
ambition
passion
it’s only a butterfly
i think not
you gave it life
it’s got soul
a flavor of eternity
instilling the qualities
of how you lived your life
this butterfly lives on
Read on air by invitation ~ May 12, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Life of an artist
Always more of a big mess
They never confess.
There's never been two snowflakes alike
Whoever came up with this one can go fly a kite
Of the trillions since
Saw at least a couple of twins
With these astronomical odds, a few might see the light
Most now have faith in scientific fact,
And so accept a snowflake lacks a twin.
This maxim states what no man can exact,
For proof is matching endless crystalline--
Which nature shapes according to her law
Though some insist they all appear the same--
Hard ignorance promotes this blissful flaw,
Hard evidence an inconvenient bane.
Faith is more than merely blind defiance--
Truth's not the will of the majority.
Snowflakes shine by subtle noncompliance--
Look close and they will gain authority.
A field of snow is blinding in the sun--
More beautiful examined one-by-one.
Despite our differences, we are much the same,
trying to harmonize Faith with our fate.
We live to die;
it is our way.
We are intelligent, sentient beings, and we're
capable of feeling both joy and pain.
And when hope suppresses our selfish ways,
we experience emotions of trust and love.
Is Faith working to unite us
or is it keeping us apart?
We're much alike,
though different!
Angels see through Eyes of the Divine.
Oft they bring miraculous signs.
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