"Eli, Eli, Lama Sabachthani"
I know feeble feathers can't make a hill quiver.
I know no beast can stand against an elephant.
Once, I made the monarchs and monarchies shiver.
Why, then, like a lamb, do I let wolves be triumphant?
I know I could have taken the bull by the horns.
My body is broken now. My blood has been shed.
My head is poked with a crown made of iron thorns.
A cross, made by me once, has become my deathbed.
I'm fixed on the cross. My heart and mind get stirred.
The power of powerlessness puts my soul to the test.
Existence seems as though endlessly gone absurd.
I scream and screech. My turmoil turns into tempest.
I've borne the human pains in my body and soul.
Pains of my passion make my incarnation whole.
I'm going toward the frightful unknown
carrying the flaming torch of hope,
it's a challenge never taken before:
I've made a new promise often broken!
Where can a disheartened person find courage...
when, in this age, most portray the wrong image?
Many have reached their goal through ugly deceit,
but the honest one struggles to put up the fight!
I encourage you to go forward the frightful unknown
with the enthusiasm of a Marco Polo or Paul Revere:
grabbing the bull by the horns and austerely persevere
in a quest reminiscent of their ideals for the grit shown!
To have a conscience is a choice to do right,
to gather the big harvest without any merit
or sweat is mocking the hard-working people
who plow the field and put food on your table!
I'm dauntlessly going toward the frightful unknown...
proclaiming a humble glory to be revealed by enduring time,
not all wishing it would succeed and earn a king's crown;
any loss wouldn't be a defeat, any conquest would be divine!
Rage,rage against the coming of the night
What mends my smashed and sad shattered heart?
Is the VIGI right, is there hope in sight ?
The food makes you sick ? Eat in the cafe
I cant help if I feel like an upstart
Turn a new leaf aloft time to restart.
Done for worms inside me what can I say?
I feel trapped like a rat need a fresh scheme
Where will you run to if you do get loose
Stay where you are . A bird in a nice cage ?
Lie to them -bad angle. Make a new plan
Grab the bull by the horns could cause a truce.
I know you feel so cramped thus you do rage
If you find peace somehow your are da ma
When our grindstone comes into blossom,
A hen's curse might kill an eagle.
Maybe when hell freezes over,
The snake that I see will bite.
I am mortal but among the Angels
Left but never forgotten
Beneath the cudgel of pain
Pressed under, still my soul is as right as rain
I am a blessing in disguise and Invictus
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
Still, curses and atrocities comes knocking
Trying to knock me yet I am consolidated
It's alright being in dire straits
I got the capacity to take the bull by the horns
I am out of this world, dare send a curse
I will fashion it into a blessing
All summer we would sit and work,
from sunup ‘til about sundown.
We must have laughed a million laughs,
and must have snapped a million pounds.
We would whistle or sing along,
to near a million melodies.
I did not know it, but we were,
making a million memories.
My brothers and sisters always,
thought it was such an awful chore.
Just sitting in our rocking chairs,
watching as time flew past the door.
Through the good times and the bad times
I knew that one thing would not change.
You’d always find us on the porch,
Laughing hard and snapping them beans.
As the years began to pass us,
Gramma’s eyesight was nearly gone.
Her hands and fingers were too frail,
for her to try to carry on.
The morning that my Gramma died,
it was the day that my heart broke.
Since then I’ve tried to live by those
simple words that my Gramma spoke.
Don’t worry about tomorrow,
it won’t get here until it comes.
So live each day the best you can,
do not regret a single one.
Better grab the bull by the horns,
when you’re following your own dreams.
Spend some time with the ones you love,
on the front porch snapping them beans.
Pour me a stiff one, it's been a long day
I grabbed the bull by the horns, then it said 'Ole!'
By being proactive, you’ll find
That you leave many problems behind.
Grab the bull by the horns
And avoid all the thorns
That might prick you when you’re flying blind.
Just some Googling and reaching out
May eliminate stressing from doubt
Or you might find you’re stuck
And be plumb out of luck
Which, to most, is what life is about.
Qué será, será; whatever will be, will be.
This proverb or expression many know.
It means if you are living with regrets,
for heaven’s sake, just let those feelings go.
There’s no use crying over milk that’s spilled.
(that’s another goodie for what I mean).
Take the bull by the horns and Giddy up!
Be an adult. You are not still thirteen.
Qué será, será. Whatever will be will be.
This also means fate is a giant thing.
So important is this saying there’s a song
for it, which Doris Day was first to sing.
How interesting the date the song was published.
It was my birth year, nineteen-fifty-five.
Maybe that’s why I find it appealing.
Decades later, the song and I both thrive.
A fatalist am I, so I believe
quite strongly there are things we can’t control.
For all the good we do, bad still can happen.
You’re on a roll; next day you’re in a hole.
Chin up; keep on going long as you can.
Struck down? Just smile and sing your cares away.
With qué será and whatever will be, will be
great sayings just keep coming into play!
Feb. 14, 2023
Based on the song "Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be),"
sung by Doris Day
When I was a girl it seemed time took much longer,
To pass by and let me be older not younger.
It seemed all the good things were far in the future,
And I feared in the waiting I'd slip into a stupor.
I was too young for most things and too old for the rest.
I was stuck in the middle, an unwanted guest,
Searching in vain for the place I belonged,
Awaiting my prince to come sing me his song;
Sweep me up in his arms and then whisk me away,
To a life filled with gladness as fairy tales say;
But life is no fairy tale, it's business at hand.
If you want to survive then get with the plan.
We have to grow up, take the bull by the horns,
For life's what you make it, you have been forewarned.
My life s much better in some ways it seems,
Though I must admit it's not like my dreams.
I've learned from experience when less than enchanted,
I'm happier when trying to bloom where I'm planted.
When I was a girl it seemed time took much longer,
To pass by and let me be older not younger.
It seemed all the good things were far in the future,
And I feared in the waiting I'd slip into a stupor.
I was too young for most things and too old for the rest.
I was stuck in the middle, an unwanted guest;
Searching in vain for the place I belonged;
Awaiting my prince to come sing me his song,
Sweep me up in his arms and then whisk me away,
To a life filled with gladness as fairytales say;
But life is no fairytale it's business at hand,
If you want to survive then get with the plan.
We have to grow up, take the bull by the horns;
For life's what you make it, you have been forewarned.
My life is much better in some ways it seems.
Though I must admit it's not like my dreams.
I've learned from experience when less than enchanted,
I'm happier when trying to bloom where I'm planted.
~ Colds it’s bad enough ~ people have their own issues ~
22/01/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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12 syllables
Take the bull by the horns,
Or the bull will take you.
Stand up and holler,
A house prisoner is not you!
There is no jailer at your front
door.
Though terms tossed about,
makes you think this is truth
to the core!
Want to change things does require
courage and action.
So stop our endless sniveling to gain
satisfaction.
Warriors win wars in battles,
not so easily fought.
Having been in so many,wins
beat losses, so I have been
wonderfully taught.
Today is your day, the trumpet
for braveness calls.
Get outdoors in God's creation,
His world has no guards nor fear
laden walls.
May 8, 2020
10am PST
Today is for raising verve and fervor
Today is not for the self but for the serving
Today is a rag squeezed completely dry
Today is for finding out the what and why
The soul's search continues on this day
The right door opens when you're on the right way
Grab the bull by the horns and smell the roses
Keep your head up when they look down their noses
Today is for the taking, nay, the seizing
Today is for building the fire amidst the freezing
An underappreciated and taken for granted,
Overlooked seed that's ready to get planted
So get up and ask yourself "What am I doing?"
When I look at my self, are there cheers or booing?
Today is something we'll eventually see once more
So today it's time to find truth and what's in store
Ever heard the words peachy impeachment
Should be considered cause this needs special treatment
Being Canadian, can't vote
But hearing all the worlds quotes
Time to take the bull by the horns for reasons decent
Ever heard the words peachy impeachment
Should be considered cause this needs special treatment
Being Canadian, can't vote
But hearing world quotes
Time's come to take the bull by the horns for reasons decent
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