Brent’s Borrowing
Written: by Miracle Man
5/15/2024
I once had a friend whose name was Brent,
whose paycheck was always quickly misspent.
He ‘s slow in returning,
and this is concerning.
He is never fully broke, but always badly bent.
We couldn’t have a Christmas tree
Back in my childhood days,
Yet, longingly, on others’ trees
This Jewish girl would gaze.
So once the holiday had passed,
The neighbors tossed theirs out
And I’d collect the tinsel,
Surreptitiously, no doubt.
I’d then proceed to decorate
The shrubs around my house.
To me, they looked quite beautiful;
My mother, though, would grouse.
“Our holiday has candles
Which are wonderful to see!”
But to a child, there’s nothing like
The tinsel on a tree.
To step back in time unintentionally maybe a slip of
the heart and mind
But what of the heart's ability to borrow something from
it?
Then for the mind to bring it to the present by making
a true statement to your consciousness.
To see a picture, to remember a past event .and to
rehear the words
It is the ability and desire to borrow the past memories
of authentic love as a salve for current wounds.
Nurturing damaged soil for future growth.farmers
do.
They return it to a heathy state so it will be able to .
recieve seeds
Reminding it of past seasons of productive
and
. beautiful harvests..
delling it all is not liost forever but with dedication. hard
work and faith ilove can win.
A picture gift of the brain and a heart present of love
from the heart.
For Elmer N. Koski 1901-1941
Grandfather,
Might a memory be borrowed
Like perfume from another?
If so, may I borrow your sister's
Of a long ago summer when you were fifteen?
She remembers:
You made your bed outside
Near the living room window, apart yet a part.
She remembers:
You played an ocarina
Night after night into the night.
What melodies did you conjure
That she remembers though frail with age,
Other memories faded to forgetfulness?
When you played did you ponder the stars
And wonder at your own significance?
Grandfather,
I will borrow the memory and keep it safe
In the place where precious things linger,
And repay the loan with this verse.
We take a couple of pens from work
A blue one as well as a black
A pad of post-its too; who would know
Anyway, someday we'll give it all back...
'Thou shalt not steal,' thunders a Voice
Midst fire and smoke, trumpets and wonder
'100%,' comes the reply: 'We're just borrowing'
Without asking permission, Truth's torn asunder
Every lingo does evolve,
We borrow words, I'm told,
I have croissant, pizza and latte,
Pen pal in Beirut, I might say,
I live in Woollomooloo,
Where we parrot like cockatoos,
Now it's all English vocabulary,
Evolving to send overseas,
E-languages, you see!
Cathie often borrows my t-shirts, my sweaters, and socks
But if I borrow just one of her dresses, suddenly she wants to talk
Wants to know if
It's real or a myth
As I flaunt my body with a feminine like walk
The silliest neighbors are getting on my nerves.
Always wanting to borrow a car or a snow blower.
Asking for money, and I wish I was kidding.
My dad said I should start asking them first.
Maybe he has a point.
But what if they say “no”
What if they stop speaking to me?
What if we stop being friends?
How will I get my stove and my husband back?
Borrowed all of these
Melodies, to write for me.
Borrowed all of this
Time, to immortalize all
Of what is now left of me.
I’m borrowing Jackie’s car tonight
I’m sure she would say that it’s all right
even though I’m not planning to ask her.
She did leave the keys right out on the table
and said I could use them, if I would be able
to just let her know about it first.
And last time she did that, I did ask her first
and she said, “Sure, I guess so.” She wasn’t coerced.
She knows I just need to go out.
This college we go to is so restrictive
And sometimes I just feel so destructive
that I just have to drive.
I’m borrowing Jackie’s car tonight
and whether or not she would say it’s all right,
I’m planning to hit every bar in town,
and maybe tomorrow, when I come down,
I’ll wish I had asked her first, but now -
I’m borrowing Jackie’s car.
. . . .
It’s early morning ... I just got back
and my whole life has changed,
and I can’t change it back ...
and if I could do it all over again,
I’d have left Jackie’s car where it was.
A self acclaimed professional with incomplete training;
following a system with part-time understanding;
feeding a beast with little knowledge of an approach tactics;
are all shelters where misunderstanding is harboured and trouble, honoured.
Foreign traditions should firstly be digested before adopted,
any culture’s morphology without the remittance of peace and respect
is either faulted with errors towards humanity
or carelessly photocopied using a bad ink.
It is okay to have an ascent
by mere keeping up with the kardashians
or beautifully repaint the glamour of societal fun
by bathing in the Jacuzzi of pop culture.
But when an entire way of life
such as faith based systems and religions
are admired and happily embraced;
such an adoption should never be done from a distance.
Despite its huge diversity, the world gets smaller everyday
due to similar interests, ideology and advancement in technology.
Even though borrowing cultures has aided this process,
it is still insignificant if humane virtues are altered.
Circuitous im sure
Who doesn't save to live?
Bet on the future
To ignite drive
let me switch gears
been idling in no man's land
Unapproved though prequalified (yarr)
Time to reside
but sentinals hawk my glance
Chance must be played
In a casino loft
Human rights im sure
To free trade agreement
What about squatter's rights?
To eat and breathe
days turn nights all over again
the time we wake up is a life begin again
pursuing dreams; fulfilling greed
torturing our mind
coz all we are in here just borrowing time
lonely nights and broken dreams inside
faded faith and memories divide
we cried; we bleed from underneath
we laugh and love from deep within
coz all we are in here just borrowing time
no matter how strong you are
it's always fragile inside
no matter how fast you'd run
you're always one step's behind
days turn nights all over again
the time we wake up is a life begin again
pursuing dreams; fulfilling greed
torturing our mind
coz all we are in here just borrowing time
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