Best On A Regular Basis Poems
If I could be anything, I would be an enzyme.
Grown in dandelions as they are plentiful, and free,
And unappreciated now by some.
Maybe also I could be in clover.
A healing enzyme.
My catalytic action would be simply this.
I would retrain cancer cells to swallow,
Digest and eliminate themselves.
On a regular basis, daily, almost before
They got started.
So cancer would be eliminated by one drop
Of dandelion tea. That would be all that would
Be needed, and it might also be all one could
Stomach.
If I was an enzyme.
I really have no hobbies on a regular basis you see.
I enjoy woodworking, troubleshooting to any degree.
I do not like to cut grass with a lawn mower at all.
Though I love and enjoy weed eating, summer to fall.
My mind thinks continually, every day, upon everything.
I have no voice that has any tone, but in private I love to sing.
The only desire I have is to make others happy and enjoy life.
I definitely am not prideful, and I try to live with little strife.
written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name Tell Us Something We Don't Know
written by
cecil hickman
I went straight from High school into the service,
I was feeling proud but extremely nervous.
My mother cried with tears of joy,
she said, “I will try to stop referring to you as my little boy.”
I arrived at Basic Training with a bus load of candidates,
we were greeted quite loudly at the main entry gates.
The Drill Sergeants called us everything they could think of,
we knew, at least from them, we would receive no love.
We were too young to drink and barely able to vote,
we were all different races, but we were in the same boat.
We had eight weeks to learn how to work as a team,
we started to believe that it was all a bad dream!
We went to bed late but were up before dawn,
we do more before nine is definitely right on!
Basic Training was tough but we all got through it,
things would get worst and we pretty much knew it.
We would be on the front lines as Infantry Soldiers,
there would be a lot of responsibility put on our shoulders.
The first orders we received took us to the Middle East,
our primary mission was to bring about peace.
For the first time in our lives we were in a foreign land,
the things we saw you could never understand.
The precision bombings caused so much destruction,
the whole place looks like it needs reconstruction.
We are under attack on a regular basis,
our so-called enemy is in more and more places.
Perhaps we are acquiring more and more enemies,
the hate for us here is like an infectious disease.
We were instrumental in removing a terrible dictator,
but the level of danger here has gotten even greater.
Nobody wants to admit that we are in a civil war,
many of us are now on our second or third tour.
I have lost some of my comrades along the way,
we all know the risks and that is all I can say.
We will defend our country from all enemies, foreign and domestic,
we are a force to be reckoned with and we are not to be messed with!
We will win this so-called war on terror,
messing with the United States was their biggest error!
A successful completion of our mission would be a thing of beauty,
we are proud we answered “the call to duty.”
Love is an action word
It is more than an emotion
We must show love to everyone
Our family, friends, peers, and enemies
We must also show loving-kindness to people we don’t know
By keeping them lifted up in prayer
Love is something that we share
We show we care and we sacrifice
For the Lord and for other people
Love sometimes requires us to put our needs aside to help others
Love makes us want to do our best and be our best so we can help others
Love makes us want to fulfill our destiny and our callings from on high
Love helps us to put with people
Who are obnoxious, rude, or mean
Love makes us have compassion
On the sick, shut-in, and the poor
Love even cares for and prays for those society feels are undeserving
Love covers a multitude of sin and Jesus showed us the greatest love of all by dying on the cross and being raised from the dead three days later
If Christ could sacrifice his life for the world, then we should love God and other people enough to find out our callings and reach those in need
Love is an action word and we need to take that step and love everyone, even those who hurt us in the past or on a regular basis in our daily lives from the bottom of our hearts
Today I took all of Aprils
pictures down
I placed them in an album
so their still safe and sound
But gone are the images
of which visitors would ask
And my answer "My April"
now part of my past
Placed to rest benieth
transparent pages
Motionless, voiceless and now ageless
I would wear April
with pictures of her faces
I kissed her pictures
on a regular basis
But it's time to depart
from my wanted wife
A short lived dream
in my so called life
I played house with something
less than a ghost
It was the best that I could do
besides compleatly lossing hope
I'm sat here wondering what you're doing tonight
Have we met before? Will we reconcile later on in life?
Are you a complete stranger who's yet to be in my sight?
This is a letter to my future wife
We're strangers at the moment, I don't know where you are right now
Are you happy or are you trying to turn your life around?
Are you loved up? If you are, I'm sorry that it's going to go wrong
But after the heartbreak and when you meet me, you'll see it was so you could meet the one
Do you have kids? Do you have them in your life plans?
It just means you'll have more experience to make me happy if you've had one night stands
I hope you'll laugh at my terrible jokes, Do you believe in Fate, Karma or destiny?
When you give your number out, do you sit wondering how long will it take him to message me?
Are you blonde or brunette? Do you dye your hair on a regular basis?
Do you prefer a chilled weekend, or to go out and get wasted?
Are you the type to steal hoodies off your man?
If you are, I'll make sure i'm stocked up by the time you land
I don't make promises I can't keep
But I'll always kiss your forehead before bed and hold you while we sleep
I'll always be there for you to call on
And I promise to remember anniversaries, if you're quiet when the football's on
I don't know if we've met before and are yet to get things right
I don't know when you'll walk into my life
When you read this, will you think it was something weird for me to write?
I hope you enjoyed my letter, future wife
Undersea exploration comes to me in my dreams
As a fish in the deep I see only faint sunbeams
Enough light there is to reveal a lost continent
I wonder what led to this golden age’s descent
Colorful fish swim among ruins of a pyramid
A former city’s gilded streets, giant squid now float amid
Huge, submerged statues of gods suddenly catch my eye
Just as a fish-tailed, sweet mermaid happens to swim by
Stroking through the water as sea plants flourish below
Unquenchable curiosity continues to grow
Is this Atlantis? Am I on the Bimini Road?
Buildings here have cryptic writings I cannot decode
Schools of many other fish are surrounding me now
Are they wondering too? Or just seeking plankton chow?
When I awake in my bed, the sheets are soaking wet
And my body is writhing in a chilling night sweat
The sights I had seen provoked deep-founded fears
The North Pole is said to shift every ten thousand years
That time is approaching; may I return to the sea?
Let me dwell in the ocean as landlubbers flee
The earth rises and sinks on a regular basis
Only in the ocean will I find my oasis
*For Gautami’s “In the Deep Sea” contest
So I sit here in the infectious waste, wasted effort, waste of time.
Wasting away my youth, my livelihood, my hopes and dreams,
How am I supposed to handle this?
( * * )
Ok fine, I look up and I do see it,
A brilliant white ball of glass,
as massive as the sun,
telling me one message, one message, one message...
Holy freaking crap!
Way too bright man! Waaaay too bright..
Stain that glass with my sins, make it darker! the light! I can't...not right now.
I don't think I can handle this.
( - - )
Ok fine, I look back down and stare at my reflections.
Two arms, two legs, two eyes,
Multiplied by billions.
Phew, that's better.
Keep my head down.
The devil's in the details, details, details.
No one can see me anymore...not even you.
( * * )
These people are Heaven's messengers, all of them angels, but not to me.
I overlook the obvious on a regular basis...I overlook love.
It's just sooooo much easier that way...
You tell me then...how am I supposed to handle this?
( 0 0 )
Really? Why, who are all these people?
Do they come from the ball of glass?
Do I?
The glass, the stains, the light...
Why is it so bright?
Why is it so bright?
For the Love of God, why is it so freaking bright!
...oh wait...
Ok fine, have it your way.
Drinking, what does it do for you. Drinking does nothing for your life except make
it miserable. You hurt loved ones each time you drink the worse part of it all is
you know your doing it. Why do we drink, they say we drink for the fun of it. I didn’t
know car crashes were fun. Or, hurting people from drinking on a regular basis
was fun. You are basically committee murder when you drink. You kill yourself
inside and others around you. It may not show physically, but you show it to the
world. On the inside you’re hurting you try to ignore the pain, but the pain is
unbearable. So you drink to ignore the pain, but it only last for so long. Then that
inadmissible pain is back ten times worse then before you drank. They say that
man is bound to repeat it self, learn from past mistakes. Don’t drink you can save
so many lives; you save yourself and loved ones close to you. Your loved ones
will no longer feel the pain you cause from drinking. So for everyone’s sake don’t
drink it doesn’t do anything for you in the long run.
Form:
i crave freedom no mandates no commandments
freedom that allows me to recapture the dignity that was taken
i will lessen my own exaggerated suffering
i deal with disagreeable attitiudes on a regular basis
i catch myself watching my words as so they don't slip out
exhaustion and frustration
at times i thought i was destined to die alone
acting on decisions forced me into them
nothing is so painful or unsurmountable than in my journey now
i realize that my insecurity and ego are curiously linked
they trigger my fears and my defects
chocked with emotion as i watch my life unfold
i am arresting my growth based on intangible
i am the creator of my own reality
i find solace from personal confusion
i wave the white flag and finally breathe again
The girl stood by the window,
Her head turned slightly to best observe the dreaded finger,
When it walked into the room.
The finger that which by its very actions would seal her fate.
Would this finger seemingly no different than any of her own,
Foreshadow a steady income, or a requirement for her to leave this place to take up life on the street once more.
The door moved almost imperceptibly, just enough for the finger to be seen
Curved around the outer edge, as if it was making up its mind to
Fully enter or slip back out.
I watched from behind my desk, awaiting also a decision by the finger.
Would this girl be the chosen one?
Would the finger deem her suitable to grace our household on a regular basis?
I wanted the matter settled quickly.
This very day, three others had crossed our threshold only for the movement of the finger to show up their shortcomings, resulting in them trudging warily back from whence they had come.
Having made up its mind the finger thrust itself into the room,
Then stopped dead still so as to take the measure of it's newest victim,
Before sliding firstly along the skirting boards, then somersaulting onto various Pieces of furniture.
Every movement bringing the dreaded finger closer to the girl and myself.
Now it could be seen leaping from the top of one picture frame to another.
With one last swift movement the finger was gliding across my desk.
The girl turned against her will to confront the finger,
To dare it to turn her out.
Responding to the challenge the finger stood upright,
A healthy pink glow emanating from its tip,
Not having picked up even a single speck of dust or grime
From all that slithering.
"I'm sure you will do just fine dear, I'd have to do it myself to get it any
cleaner" said the owner of the finger in her most re-assuring and kindly voice.
'Is Monday too soon for you to start - that is if it is all right with you darling" said my wife as she turned to me to rubber stamp the deal.
"absolutely my precious" I responded in genuine relief as I rang the bell for a nice hot cup of tea for us all.
Other women’s fingernails are styled, painted, decorated, clipped and buffed.
Movie star-type nails.
With little stars, stripes, polka dots, dainty designs for the seasons even.
My nails are not these.
My nails are chipped, not clipped.
I cannot stand the sound of a fingernail file.
You know how chalkboard scratching hurts some people’s ears?
I could scratch a chalkboard all day long.
It is a fingernail file that affects me like the rest of you.
I cannot stand the sound of a fingernail file.
I keep my nails in two modes: clean and dirty.
Clean lasts maybe an hour after I bathe if I go straight to bed.
Making dirty my usual everyday nail mode.
Neon paint resides in the corner of two or three of my nails on a regular basis.
Green and orange usually.
My nails are often clay-stained from my Kansas dirt, which is all clay.
Yes, thank you for asking, I do have garden gloves.
Lovely pink ones with yellow flowers and green leaves.
The cloth fingers are torn out.
Which I love, because then I can feel the dirt.
I have loved dirt since I was old enough to have a pail and a shovel.
When I meet my friends, I pick the place, choosing the darkest of restaurants.
Their fingernails glitter and glow in the dance of the tiny lights.
My fingernails laugh, thinking of our next play time.
Once upon a time there were Five key words,
We all knew by heart,
What, where, when, why and how,
And they all came out of our mouths wearing question marks.
We didn't just save them for special occasions,
Or make them rhetorical,
No, we expected an informed reply,
So, we could produce the goods on a regular basis.
We used them to explore and keep our neural pathways in good order.
They were likely included in a babe's first jumbled thoughts,
With why and who the biggest contenders for first and second place.
And when any child could utter their first words these five key words,
Were among the first,
Often precursors to the word Mummy or Daddy,
And when they were older before the word teacher.
For a long time, everybody was happy,
And thoughtful,
As IQ'S kept getting bigger,
And neural pathways remained healthy.
Suddenly, we don't know why or how,
We lost our faith in these words,
As they started producing dishonest answers,
And other words like greed, corruption, and selfish,
Started holding sway.
It was not long after that,
The questions stopped,
And the five words that had served us so well,
Were more likely to be seen on the printed page,
Where they could be easily manipulated for other than honest purposes,
Than witnessed coming out of all but the bravest of lips.
If that was not enough for those lamenting their passing,
Many neural pathways began to disappear through lack of use,
And the words but why Daddy or But why Mommy became a fading echo,
To all but those of us old enough to remember,
When, When, What, Where, Why and How kept us honest,
And inflated Our IQ's.
Lest we all forget Hope and Love Still dwell yet in this world,
And a pathway to our hearts,
Is seldom blocked for good.
I fancy myself a gypsy soul because I love
To wear flowing tops, bell-bottom pants, and
Necklaces. I used to wear bracelets, but had to
Take them off to type comfortably.
Do I travel though? No. No gypsy caravan for
Me. I do not want to leave my house. I am safe here
In the country, there is no where I would rather be.
People invite me places, but I do not go. I am safe
Here with my man, and my animals.
A gypsy soul? Not really. More like a hippie soul.
Except I am a carnivore, who likes her chicken and
Her beef. I am a countrified woman who is at
Peace here, in my tree-sheltered world, a
Sanctuary with orbs I can photograph in my gardens
On a regular basis. A magical world, and I am the queen
Among lilacs, roses, buttercups, snapdragons, and
Azaleas all planted by me.
Luscious Sausages Anyone
This early morning, I've viewed a most interesting video clip...
About how tongue licking tasty sausages are produced in the pink...
The latter half of the clip shows a very highly hygienic mechanical production line...
Complete with human handlers plastic suited, in face masks and with gloved hands...
It portrayed a super duper mass production environment......,
All clean and hygenic, all spick and spank, methodical and efficient...
You get to see fast producing lines of long strips of pinkish sausages...
It shows the stringent standards applied to have sausages properly sized and shaped...
There is both a human and a mechanical process to select only the best sausages...
Before they are packaged and stamped, presumably to be marketed thence...
Make no mistake, the production of sausages, a staple diet of the Caucasians...
Is undoubtedly undertaken by food manufacturers who adhere to the highest standards...
On hygiene, safety and countless other recommendations that meet all the existing food regulations...
After all, sausages are such a part and parcel of the fast food segments for generations...
But...
But people, if you watch closely the initial part of the video clip...
On how the tractor trough get ready all the processed meat...
Brother, be warned! You will be so disgusted that you may want to puke...
Seeing this clip, I can't help but feel extremely relieved....
For such a processed meat, be it sausages or burger patties or whatever you call it...
Does not featured on a regular basis in my family diet...
Now it is crystal clear why processed meat are are deemed extremely unhealthy...
Watch this clip and discover yourself why processed meat is so tasty yet unhealthy...
Sausages, pink and delicious, hot dogs and hamburgers, anyone?
@@ NOTE... a video clip on the production of sausages ,
from churned carcasses to packaged sausages...
Should be on the internet, look up on it and be educated...