Habits
Monoku: by Miracle Man
3/7/2022
habits won’t change until we’re serious about wanting to change them
“A bad habit never disappears miraculously,
It’s an undo-it-yourself project.”
Abigail Van Buren
Categories:
buren, truth,
Form: Monoku
Success Requires Patience
Written: by Miracle Man
12-19-2019
Unless patience is in your recipe,
you’re shy the main ingredient.
The seed of success won’t sprout,
without patience and being obedient.
First a tree, then finally an orchard,
A dream started with a single seed.
But the seed of success didn’t sprout,
without labor to supply it’s need.
“if you want a place in the sun,
you’ve got to put up with a few blisters”
Abigail Van Buren
Categories:
buren, faith, success,
Form: Lyric
Schools are closed, there is no mail
And stores hold special sales.
To honor our first president,
That’s what this day entails.
Though technically, our 16th prez
Is celebrated, too.
To make a Monday holiday,
That’s what they chose to do.
The 40-something other men
Who served the USA
As presidents were not awarded
Their own special day.
So sorry Adams, Jefferson,
James Madison, Monroe,
John Quincy Adams, Jackson
And Van Buren – all are no.
Poor Harrison and Tyler,
Polk and Taylor, Pierce and Grant,
Fillmore, Johnson and Buchanan,
Hayes and Garfield – no, you can’t.
Arthur, Cleveland and McKinley,
Harrison and Teddy R.,
Taft and Wilson, Harding, Coolidge,
Hoover, also FDR…
Truman, Eisenhower, JFK,
LBJ and Nixon, Ford,
Carter, Reagan, both the Bushes
And Bill Clinton – not on board.
Last, no day off for Obama.
As to he who’s right now serving,
I can’t think of anyone who might
Be any less deserving.
Categories:
buren, presidents day,
Form: Rhyme
In the Eagles backfield, he could gain a lot of ground.
Not many players as talented were ever found.
He led a formidable offensive attack.
Speed and agility were the qualities of this running back.
I just learned recently his soul is heaven bound.
RIP Steve Van Buren
(1920-2012)
Categories:
buren, dedication, sports,
Form: Rhyme
On high-back benches
weary shoppers clutch their parcels
and slump.
Wrapped in a yellow green haze
Van Buren station sleeps
beneath Chicago's vibrant streets.
Outside, on wood-plank platform
we drink-in the coffee warmth
of October's fleeting sun.
"South Chicago, 23rd, 47th, 53rd, 57th"
Like some unraveling mass of I-beam steel
the tracks begin to rumble and shake.
The slant nosed Metra comes and goes.
Across the tracks in autumn plume
Grant Park displays her rows of golden elms.
A nor’ east wind dances bow upon bow,
with a gentle sway that shears away
a sifting rain of harvest leaves.
"Park Forest South, 23rd, 47th, 53rd, 57th"
On the slant nosed Metra
I hurry home.
Categories:
buren, life, urbanautumn,
Form: Free verse