Just One More Drink
Another adult drink tilts
As another sad songs spills
Ambers poured on the rocks
It’s past 5 o’clock
You're carrying the weight on your shoulders
One more drink for the road
Nights are burning
Just like a re-run merging
The room is spinning with burdens you carry
As the wind passes you by humming
Tomorrow is a new day
Forget about your sorrows from yesterday
Another hypnotized drink awaits
As another broken down old soul silently descending
Why do we even drink in the first place?
Every sad story is the same routine
Kids , money, relationships it’s just everything at once
Sometimes were trying to survive drowning
While were stuck down in the valley
Wishful thinking for a financial breakthrough
Everyone these days are all in the same boat
Your talking to the choir
Just have another drink on me my old friend
Troubles won’t last forever
At night everything is silently numb
Welcome, everybody to the Church!
The body of our Savior here on earth.
Leave your worldly worries at the door.
You’re not going to need them anymore.
Everyone is welcome, come on in.
You can be forgiven of all sin.
As sinners, we are all in the same boat.
Needing daily grace to keep afloat.
Welcome, everybody. It’s okay.
We understand you’re weary from your day.
Though the world might seem like such a mess
You are free to come on in and rest.
We are all just one big family
Hoping heaven one day we’ll all see.
Where, in one voice we will sing “Amen.”
Everyone is welcome. Come on in!
My boat
A small boat moving through choppy water.
Prompt from "Grief" by Raymond Carver
Some sail in yachts
Some relax on cruise ships
Some transport fruit on cargo ships
Some are fishing in trawlers
Some refugees seek asylum
Some toil with nuclear reactors
Some wear military uniforms
Some honeymoon in new lands.
A few are in Boaty Mcboatface.
My little rowing boat has sprung a leak.
We are not all in the same boat
But we are on same sea.
30 June 2022
Sponsor Julia Ward
Contest Name SAILING
In this time of quarantine,
One does not know
Whether you are being forgotten
Or you’re suffering all alone.
You miss going outside,
To Escape from your worries.
You miss seeing your classmates,
That cheered and entertained you daily.
You miss shopping at large stores,
splurging and rewarding yourself.
You miss visiting restaurants,
An opportunity to enjoy company as well as scrumptious meals.
You may not get the chance to physically meet the people who lighten up your mood,
You may not acknowledge attempts made by friends and family to socialise with you,
You may push people away thinking your alone,
But you’re not.
Everyone you love, is a phone call away.
Just because you are distanced from them, doesn’t make you alone.
We are all quarantined to our homes,
All of us have similar daily challenges in adjusting with the situation.
But we’re all in the same boat,
So we may think we’re alone but we’re not alone.
WE’RE NEVER ALONE.
meet in the ocean
live - tumbling bumbling bubbling
sharing each one's woes
from east west north south
what cultural communion
all in the same boat
they never grumble
knowing eternal shore sure
each moment a bliss
07 August 2021
We are all on this journey,
Health is wealth, you see,
Our human race journeys on,
Pandemics, vaccines, don't be long,
We are all in the same boat, you see,
Our 21st Century journey!
clinging left or right
we are all in the same boat
taking on water
***
Can I be patient for a blessing, just to wait a while for God’s instructed lesson. Am I getting ahead of myself and leaving God’s word on the shelf. All I need is him and to trust his love within. I don’t have to sin where in the garden of Eden is when it all begin. When you feel a urge to do what’s wrong, cling on to your Holy Spirit for guidance and pray with a worship song. We are all in the same boat but with Jesus blood we are set free and soaked. Remember you have eternal life and always stay on track towards Jesus your only flight. God Bless!
Don’t you worry dear friend,
You can apply for a leave,
The ERP supports that to the end,
In fact that’s what HR believes;
Casual, On-Duty or Vacation,
No you can’t combine them all,
Three days maximum for any occasion,
Next day; attend your duty call;
You get twelve days General Holidays,
And two more restricted by choice,
If you happen to miss your stays,
You dare not raise your voice;
All leaves to be approved by line manager,
In twelve hour advance of the day,
Missing the deadline is a danger,
You lose a day’s pay;
Sometimes you punch, yet ERP shows absent,
You guess you don’t know why,
You reason with HR with logic and substance,
Just hoping that you were not camera-shy;
You spot an issue and check with others,
For you wish not to be alone,
We are all in the same boat brother,
So mass signatures to HR and phone;
Strange are the ways of ERP,
Can never make how it works,
Twenty one days in AR at month end,
And you curse the faceless jerk;
Faith can move mountains
Love conquers all
Words resonating with truth
Two simple lines
That says everything we need to know
If we choose to heed them
Some of us try and fail miserably
Some don't try
None are free from sin
Nobody is perfect in this imperfect world
We have made for ourselves
From the beginning, God gave us freedom of choice
We goofed it (Big Time)
Selfishness and greed can overpower faith and love
Putting obstacles in the way of everything that is said and done
Devastating as Covid-19 war is something had to happen
To make people realise that things had gone too far
The virus is an invisible enemy attacking all Countries and cultures
We are all in the same boat together
Without language, religious, colour divisions being an issue
All working together as a team
To rid us all of the anxiety and despair that this pandemic is causing worldwide
God's way of shaking a finger at the world in disapproval
The same way any caring father would do
If his family had not listened to him
So young and newly married
Hanging on by the thread of love
Sometimes though in life we see
That thread isn't wound tight enough
Through the daily struggles
Most of them unseen
What happened to the newlywed
Where went all the dreams
Holding on
Barely holding on...
A father and husband out of work
A family living out of the car
Is this the American dream we've built
Is this now where we are
Cardboard serves a purpose
As a bed and a homemade sign
To keep the cold off of the floor
Hey brother can you spare a dime
Holding on
Barely holding on...
The doctors diagnosis
Doesn't give much hope for life
Just a simple six months ago
There was no thought of dying
Even less hope in your case
Just prolonging time
You could spend what little you have left
Or go ahead and say your goodbyes
Holding on
Barely holding on...
No matter your life's lot
The position that you hold
We're all in the same boat on the same stream
Trying to stay afloat
There are so many different scenarios
Which could haunt many a page
That in life continually follow us
Throughout all our days of
Holding on
Barely holding on...
THE TRAGEDY OF SONG
She sings in such hushed vocal tones one second,
then she shatters glass in an attack of tragic beauty the next.
The truths and traumas of life seem so real and painful when her voice glides over them,
after all, isn’t this the life that you and I and her live?
We are all in the same boat on this rough ocean at the mercy of the gale.
If we have faith in ourselves we will reach the shore.
Well, like you and me, she has got there and now she sings about the battle to get there and then to live your life when you do.
So Alanis Morrissette's Ironic becomes less a cliche, as my plane crashes down, I think...
these words may only be debris.
blown by the malstrom of my mind.
empty metaphors carried on the sea of obscurity.
fishing for fragile sentences to explain the thunder and the rain.
but are we not all in the same boat,
trying to scrape the facade
man has so cruelly painted.
our egotistical lies that we nourish.
find roots in fertile soil of our fears.
flourish and flower and become our reality.
We are all in the same boat
Just trying to stay afloat
Not drowning under the waves
That ripple and grow more each day
Life jackets can help us bounce
But something comes along to pounce
Dragging us down to the bottom
There's only so much we can fathom
Until we can't catch our breath
From the murky water depths
Of life that happens every day
From an anchor we just sway
Hoping to survive this fate
Of a weight that's much too great
Everyone is suffocating
We could use some incubating
So we can breath once again
Letting all this drowning end
There is no difference between black and white;
just as there may be between day and night.
We are all the same underneath the skin.
Together, we make a team that will win.
Remember, we are all in the same boat.
We should try our darnedest to stay afloat.
Inspired by another member's poem.
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