If brevity is the soul of wit
levity the key to longevity
be the humour in it
and
tho' we may be one link
in the chain but a blink
in the big picture
the grand scheme of time
here today and gone tomorrow
on the brink I like to think
(whenever I can)
as the world's revolving
I am a wink in the never-ending
ever-unfolding evolving of man
so
as time flies
on a one-way ticket
never to return
I light my candle at both ends
while I have one to burn
The Titan
They say he is a callous narcissist, all great men in our civilizations were self-focused it is what made them hated by some and loved by others We are confronted with a person who only appears when history demands a change, who thinks the impossible can come through
People ask, is he evil or a demi-god? No, he is a man whose vision stretches into the future and beyond, while we think of what’s for lunch
The problem is he burns the candle at both ends should he burn out and disappear, he will leave us the power to think practically, but also to dream, which is the tool for the development of mankind, to the point, that we too can become masters of our destiny
His enemies are many they will try to thwart his moves, even try the law, to imprison him, send him to an island to silence him, or perhaps have
him silenced by a paid assassin's marksman ship They say he is rich like that was a sin his wealth is abstract as he uses his money for the good of us, money is a tool to reach his goals, that’s we the people who see his foresight must be vigilant and let him work his magic
Do serial killers do head counts
Why are spaceships aerodynamic
Why is loud in cloud
See at the back of a hospital is that the backwards
Surely a plaster is more use than time on wounds
Every sad comes with an ad
How many sides does the sea have
What do rocket scientists say when something is easy
Does that mean that 2 birds in the hands is worth 4 in the bush
Can you get half a hole
Shouldn’t geysers be waterrisings
Is a Tom really small
The pencil is mightier than the sword
cause that nobody is John ing Wick
How could you light a candle at both ends
Well I suppose if it was balanced on a glass
Every cat I have had must have been on their last life
Wish there was a room full of mush
Time is loads of ships
Fleeting
What do you get for 2 kings and a queen in chess
God save save the….. what is it this week
2 soon
In the words of Queen
Matter really nothing me to
See if you have a..never mind
Dreamers, sharing a dream, we
fell in love with each other.
Experiencing love for the first time:
our hearts were filled with anticipation
that energized our excitement for Life.
In our garden, it was Spring:
and our love was in full bloom.
We explored our feelings for each other
and enjoyed the best of times together:
knowing what it's like to love and be loved.
Love matured in Summer's heat,
beyond Spring's shower of tears.
Lighting Life's party candle at both ends,
we strived to live with our eyes wide open;
taking in all that Earth offers for free.
Before we knew it, Autumn
was just around the corner.
And so, we reached our golden years, a time
to reap a harvest from the seeds we'd sown
and enjoy the sweet fruits of mature blooms.
Aware of Winter's approach:
we find no need for alarm.
The subtle serpent’s not a tale,
conceived by one who drank strong ale.
Wise, with wings resplendent in flight,
a perfect ploy in Satan’s fight.
Its charm disarmed the woman Eve,
as Satan’s sinful snare was weaved.
Its pleasant words like poison darts,
pierced and polluted her pure heart.
The subtle serpent still beguiles
with winsome words and well-spun wiles.
He infiltrates his victims’ minds
with thoughts that titillate and blind.
Throw out restraint and have your fill
of whatever would chill and thrill.
After a while the stuff you crave,
possess and make of you a slave.
Live for you and yourself alone,
put number one upon the throne.
Then when years of life have flown
you end up in a zombie zone.
Burn your candle at both ends,
run wild, chase after all the trends.
Make it your goal to earn and spend,
and upon your wealth to depend.
The wily foe is still disguised,
his stratagem he’s not revised.
He always works behind the scenes
employing surreptitious means.
Beware of the subtle serpent friend,
his way leads to a deadly end.
He wants to rob you of God’s gift
and between you two create a rift.
Remember hangover days?
Dreadful headaches, you wished
to die!
But your soul fixing took a while to
return.
All your funky promises to never
do this again!
Alas, there you were in the bar to
be bad and to play.
You were there,to get sky high.
And the candle at both ends to burn.
To fly as high as a beautiful wren.
One day, in agony, you knew you
had to find a new way!
You knew not where or why.
You felt as dead as one in an urn.
Suddenly, you had a sponsor, were
at AA meetings,and your life took a
miraculous turn.
12-30-2020
4:30am PST
Dedicated to all in any Recovery
Program. You can do it.
Best wishes,
Pangie
I was locked in the freezer holding a candle at both ends yet breathing oxygen~
12/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2020©
I believe I can make a difference
Why? Because I've learned to change my ways
I've stopped fretting about my aliments
And started living in the moment, each day
I've stopped fixating on my trivial issues
I’ve started planting positive seeds
My life belongs to the community
You'll have to excuse me if I cull a few weeds
I want to burn a candle at both ends
Therefore, I start my work before daylight
What an honor it is to help those in need
I believe that's my purpose in life
It's the great irony of living
The more I give the more I receive
To serve with no agenda
That's what I believe
Dreamers, sharing a dream, we
fell in love with our soulmate.
Experiencing sex for the first time;
our hearts were filled with anticipation
that energized our excitement for Life.
In our garden, it was Spring;
and love was starting to bloom.
We explored our feelings for each other
and enjoyed the best of times together;
knowing what it's like to love and be loved.
Love blossomed in Summer's heat
beyond Spring's shower of tears.
We lit Life's party candle at both ends,
wanting to live with our eyes wide open,
taking in all the Earth offers for free.
Before we knew it, Autumn
was just around the corner.
And so, we reached our golden years, a time
to reap a harvest from the seeds we'd sown;
and enjoy the sweet fruits of mature blooms.
Aware of Winter's approach;
love finds no need for alarm.
Take me back to age six
When I wasn't full of so many, sceptics
Take me back to the dreams
I shared with you when you were still alive
Take me back to the feels
The feels to strive to thrive when I still had the drive
Take me back to age five
Where I would jive just to see you arrive
Take me back to the times
Times I didn't have to fight just to survive
Take me back to my height
Where I'd try with all my might just to reach
Take me back to when you would preach
Whenever you had a lesson to teach
Saying o tla mpontsha "speech"
Take me back to to trends
Before I'd burn the candle at both ends
Take me back to having friends
Before I knew how everybody just pretends
Before my pen would offend
But the only memory my brain sends,
Is to the time where your life ends
The time everybody had something to recommend
Not forgetting the time I would spend
Trying to get my broken heart to mend
Tell me did you really intend,
to leave her for us to depend?
All your 'firstborn' cares about is her friends
Do you know how many rules she bends?
Us she'd never tend to defend
Yeah, nice funeral mom, pity you couldn't attend.
A calming covering of snow,
And it’s a quieter, slower world I know.
If I tire of no human company but my own,
It’s harder to relieve time alone.
My genes cry out for warm sun on my face,
But at best a pale glow shines on this frozen place.
So I’m ambivalent about this hibernation,
Of fewer social choices and more consternation.
My mettle and stamina are tested,
Shoveling, slippery shivering walks, but overall I’m more rested.
When nature pauses its onslaught,
Quieter moments to savor as sought.
Mulled cider or wine before the pellet fire,
Relaxed, reading or as the poetic muse inspires.
Nesting in my cozy cottage, canine children cuddling,
Homey habits and hearty cooking, when not huddling.
While I burn my candle at both ends spring through fall,
I’ve made my peace with winter,
For its meditative, sedentary hours,
That recharge when they call.
M. Renee Taylor
12/1/16
Burn the candle at both ends,
Using the fire deep inside;
The desire to do the task
Is ignited far and wide.
To live at a hectic pace
Is just having a hard time;
The volume of the duty
Is like a mountain to climb.
Long hours work without rest
Makes us real vulnerable;
Both body and mind may be
Exposed or susceptible.
Working late into the night
Shows earnest, zeal, and ardor;
Starting early in the morn
Even validates vigor.
Let's serve God with all our might,
From dawn till the sun descends;
Every moment of our lives,
Burn the candle at both ends.
Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust;
it's now a desk which seems a breach of trust.
Clothes made at home had always been a must.
Married in the "dirty thirties" hard years
for dust bowl folk who stayed despite the jeers.
Dependence on social welfare brought tears
to one proud farmer. Bills he could not pay,
he chose to join the army straightaway.
The war years seemed like only yesterday
rememb'ring those who fought that war in vain.
Soon he would send his sons to war again;
his daughter, a skilled seamstress, caught the train
to work sewing bags at a powder plant.
Burning her candle at both ends, my aunt
never came home; but she had made her mark;
the candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
Lines 1, 9, and 16 were written by Viv Wigley
I am a teacher
Eager beaver
Full of beans
I build bridges
And burn the candle at both ends
I am a teacher
Cap in hand
Full of the milk of human kindness
I fight tooth and nail
To make my pupils see reason
I am a teacher
As hard as nails
Face like thunder
I resent cheap shots
And the breaking of every rule in the book
I am a teacher
With a carrot and a stick
I bring my pupils to heel
I reward who reach for the moon
I clip pupils’ wings
If they go far and off the rails
I am a teacher
Not a mouse potato
And not behind the times either
I am all ears
I bare my soul to my pupils
I make them explore all avenues
And go the extra mile
I am a teacher
I have my heart set on giving
It is a long row to hoe
I will make headway
Pull out all the stops
And hang in there
That’s what I have on the brain.
December 17th, 2015
The tree of life is torn
Between the darkness and the light
Unable to conclude or choose
Which is morally right
And in all the fury
The tree of life is struck
By a bolt of indecision
And it withers to the ground
through the conclaves of sullen asps
one could grasp a reason for being
perhaps its in the changing of the season
burn the candle at both ends
we shall discover it as the mystery unfolds
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