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eleven dings all together
I know who is dinging my phone without looking
she sends me eleven to twenty photos a day
of what she ate for breakfast
what she is fixing for lunch
her sewing room
We all have one of these in our family
In the end, what is there to be, but alone?
To recognize at last and say goodbye
To all those things that were not I;
To join the others who wait eternal
For another touch of another breath that is life;
The passage that returns and returns,
As we start alone, and end alone,
And in between have those great and grand adventures,
Where each awakening is a reconnection to the memory
Of that other part of ourselves;
Once separate,
Then joined,
Then not.
You started this journey with Steve with wide open eyes.
What is it that you could have possibly been thinking?
You’re the cornerstone of this place and all it implies.
I swear that when you signed on, you must have been drinking.
Grab all the sweet stuff you find at hand
Gather any ingredient you think you might need
Set the items on the table of your mind
Take out a mixing bowl that makes you smile
Toss in a bit of kindness, love, and empathy.
Stir it gently, allowing it to permeate the other ingredients.
Lavishly add flowing waters of respect
Pour it all together in a pan of cooperation
Share it with your neighbors, family, and friends.
Caution them to take small bites, after they bake it.
They do not need an oven, sunlight or starlight will do.
Enjoy the feeling of excitement and joy as others imbibe.
That oh so never ever ending, wondrous egotistical mystery!
With others pretending they have their lives oh, so together over thee?
Spare me, obnoxious perfection soul pounders.
Whose joy in life,is to pity, moralize and besmirch others.
There you are, on your fake, egomaniacal throne!
Moralist divine, whose insidious throne should be overthrown.
Walk in another man or woman's shoes.
Before you beat your chest with that phoney," I have it all together," blues.
2/8/2021
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"Judge not, lest you be judged, also!"
i love too many things to love many more things.
the futile advances of human relationships built on the battlegrounds of emotion and logic cause a generation that yearns for understanding while seeking knowledge and validation without reason.
the endless treasons on our freedoms have caused us seasons of disbelief, and we are each remote masters of our own fanciful worlds; where pleasure is king and comfort is priority; where flesh and blood battle the unseen evils of human satisfaction.
we are fractions of the creation bound to mortal temptation, and we are drowning in our
overabundances.
my grievances.
first, forgetting the blessings in personal tribulation, then denying our curse to work, we've grown lazy and bitter and blind.
our ancestors' beliefs;
our fathers' misconceptions;
our generations' rebellion;
our childrens' misfortune.
Arrangements of words can exist
So limericks end with a twist
This jolt to the brain
Is the final refrain
Of a punch line not to be missed
He tried for what seemed like forever
To finally get it all together.
The more he tried,
The more he cried.
Now he'll be content with never.
Limerick
ONE NIGHT BAND
She was just going to be a one-night stand
But I felt all right when she held my hand
And as the old story goes, then came three
Because the woman had a way with me
She knew just when to smile or summon sensitive tears
All I can say is I believed a one-night stand could last for years
When I planned this date I never gave it much thought
And the lady wasn’t one to be purchased, sold or bought
No, she was of refinement born and slinky in form and shape
And that’s when I learned that one-night stands are often difficult to escape
I tipped a ten to the piano player as we exited the bar
And the heat started before I put the heat on in the car
The darkest strands hung as her hair akin to a waterfall
And the heat increased as we made it further down my apartment’s hall
When they opened the door I swear I heard a symphonic and wondrous band
And now twenty-five years later I remember it was supposed to be just a one-night stand
© 2010.….free cee!
Some people are loners,
Lone wolves, alone.
I used to be like that,
But, now I have you.
I have friends too,
And if we work together, all together
I won’t die,
I won’t be sad,
I won’t be alone.
If we work,
All together
We are one on this planet,
Yet we hurt each other.
We are one on earth,
Yet we sculd each other.
We say things that are just simply meant to hurt and to put down,
Whether black or white
straight or gay
tall or small
thin or big
we make remarks to discriminate.
Love all dont hate all
there not different
we all share one goal
to live long and happy lives,
but this goal wont be achieved,
because even those who say there a victim do it to.
If we all stop well move forward,
if we dont we'll remain in a halt.
So love
So live
Dont Hate
Dont wait
If we all pull to gether we will end this hate
All Together
Many Tall Branches
We Will Still Point Up To The Sky
Together We Fly
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