You celebrate your Death-Day every year,
a “selfie” trampling on your grave-to-be,
without your knowing. Anniversary?
Through predetermined locks you have to steer.
As flotsam tumbles over each steep weir
in transit to the dark and formless sea,
you’ll pass the date of your finality
repeatedly, before the end-of-pier.
That day will dawn. It really will. The rows
of serried numbers, rigid, unforgiving,
that fill your calendar like Van Gogh’s crows
contain the fatal date. Your body knows.
You’ll dash about, stash cash and call it living,
but all your thrashing counts as dying throes.
How did it get to be July
Same way I’m now seventy-five
I never paid attention
I’ve calendar-dementia
Ought to repent while I’m alive
"Nothing changes but the date on the calendar." By Poet
We love our pretty calendars holding our favorite pictures.
Many pictures of cute animals,
some of majestic land or sea views.
Each month changes with new pictures to enjoy.
We circle the dates we need to remember,
never wanting to forget our appointments or events.
I like to write in the date box a couple of words,
these words helps me to remember why I circled the date.
When December shows up,
our calendar must be put to rest.
The many dates on the twelve months have served us well.
Now off to shop for a new calendar,
one holding new dates and wonderful pictures.
people never change
history has all the proof
dates always changing
Sunday's for planning
Monday's for working
Tuesday's for getting stuff done
Wednesday's to check the cheklist
Thursday's for follow through
Friday's for catching up, and
Saturday's for much deserved fun
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Some days are Mondays
But most of them were Fridays-
And then Saturday
snow, wind, rain, ice, cold
winter covers all, but
the calendar turns
Wonderful attributes are associated with the Chinese New Year
The Wood snake brings wisdom, creativity, intuition and growth
She symbolizes renewal, transformation, patience and understanding
The snake’s major element is Yang fire
Yang fire is associated with the sun
Thus, bringing these attributes into Year 2025
Aboveboard, selfless, cordial, ambitious, righteous, foresighted
The snake hour is from 9 a.m. to 11 a.m.
This is when you might be the most creative or ambitious.
In China the snake is considered a little dragon.
Shy, retiring, a non-show off.
I think 2025 is represented well by the wood snake
I am eager to see what she does with us.
17.9.2024, Tuesday,
Lunar calendar Middle Autumn Full Moon day.
The moon hangs up high in the dark but clear sky.
It is so full and bright.
I must have witnessed it,
For more than half a centenary at least,
I have been alone for nearly two decades,
But only tonight, looking at the moon
All I felt was lonely and sad.
Early this evening, I delivered to you a little bag,
Inside there was a letter which I wished you
To enjoy the traditional Full Moon festival,
The messages were written in reverse fashion,
Only you, the recipient can read it.
Because I have shown you this special trick,
It was returned without opening it,
Instead of replying to the messages.
I felt like playing ping pong with this stubborn person.
2.8.2024.
Approaching Lunar calendar, month of spirit and devils.
Must be extra careful.
Why do I sense some troubles.
If one does not believe in it,
Does one be affected?
Why people have so many superstitions.
Must keep my sanity and integrity.
Not to be convinced to sell my soul to the devils.
I tried not to go to his 2nd home.
One of the reasons was afraid of hearing his unkind words.
But I could not resist the temptations.
I have tried not to mind his language.
But, I still could not do it.
I asked him "why you do not want to get any thing from the government"
You said "it is negative and I do not want any of it".
I should listen to what he said.
Please him the way he likes.
Save me a lot of work and time.
Chinese calendar, cycle twelve fine years
An animal assigned to each one without any fears
Ox, tiger, dragon, monkey, rooster and pig….
Each with their own personalities and traits so big.
I am a hare, he is a horse, and she is a snake.
Rat, sheep, and dog have arrived, make no mistake.
Astrologists study the traits and relay them back of course.
I am glad I am a dragon, and not a rat or a horse.
My year of birth : DOG
Loyal - For me, loyalty is everything
Sociable - A big shipwreck in my own esteem
Courageous - I am strong and truly believe in miracles
Diligent - As a fountain that always flows
Steady - Standing securely by my own strength
Lively - Some people call me calm and some lively
Adaptable - Assess situations rationally
Smart - IQ test is a poor measure of intelligence
My associated element: EARTH
Kindness - Yes
Tolerant - Yes
Honest - 100%
Leader - No
Father’s day, Mother’s day, sister’s day, brother’s day
And grandparents day, why not? What a calendar we’ve got
There’s no day without a name, like a picture in a frame
Days are hanging on the wall, each day has it’s special call
But one thing I clearly see there’s no day that speaks of me
Is it good, or is it bad, happy should I feel or sad?
I’m not sure what to do, so I guess it’s up to you
To speak out a clever word, what’s my day in this old world
Say that I’m a missing link, there’s not much about to think
Hence all empty days are mine, but don’t tell it to mankind.
Planning and making the most In life
January’s woman melts the snow.
February’s woman is good to go
March, she blows like the wind
Aprils woman is sad then warmingly glad
May, the shackles are off
June, in bed till noon
July, love on the beach
August, same woman, roll on September
September’s woman is petite and coy
October, is comfort and joy
November’s woman is fireworks, this is the one
December’s woman is ice-cold, she’s just found out what I've being doing for the last eleven months and wants a divorce.
The night submitted to me as it celebrated my weakness,
selflessly we shared sorrow,
poisonous tears flowed from the pupil of my eye,
I curse my reflection in the glass of the balcony door,
my weakness I strengthen with pain,
the laughter from the apartment next door
admonishes and suffocates,
it testifies to the solitude among four eerily walls
grieve with me,
there is nothing left of me,
only a sinful soul along with tired body,
and the skin destroyed by the corrosive rains.
the voices of the underworld are calling my name,
they echo the letters in the order they were born,
words of prayer laced with your name slide down my lips,
they crawled inside me and created an internal storm,
on my body are written the names
of all the victims of my internal wars,
how many times have you killed me
and brought me back to life,
immortality became my mortal sin.
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