Don’t need nothin’
Got the shelves full
Got a peaceful home
And a select few who love me
Don’t need nothin’
No sense in constant striving
No need to cry out for more
At this moment, I AM content
…and finally free.
I’ve reached the autumn of my life
And things are falling apart.
Some of the spring in my step has gone;
But there’s summer still in my heart
.
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tap
A film I've long wished to see
showed peps a way out of sight.
Watching alone set me free.
Scouts with cookies knocked my night.
Not hedging my bet
yet I do truly believe
if I were your Adam (Madam)
and you were my Eve
from on high above
love would be heaven-sent
as we could frolic in the garden
to our heart's content
from the fruit of our labour
with a smile all the while
we'd take a bite right from the apple
in serpentine-like style
then with no inhibitions
create quite the sight
as day fades away
until stars light the night
While some are content
to go with the flow
others are compelled to speed up
and overtake wherever they go
perhaps it's a challenge
to the aforementioned latter
altho' not a contest
something's the matter
as how much earlier
do they think they'll arrive
by constantly changing lanes
whenever they drive
or do they feel a need for their car
to be ahead of the pack
rather than stay in their place
at the traffic's far back
whomever they are
something's wrong in the head
for with such mad driving
the sooner they'll end up dead
Jealousy is a dastardly ugly trait
Be sufficiently content with your own lot
Don’t compare ~ just be grateful
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Content Values
Don’t need much
I can do without
Considerate of others
Open a car door for her
Many have lost their way
Morels don’t mean a thing
Be courteous no matter how your treated
Sometimes we are down in the valley
Take one day at a time
Mentor those to be prepared to fly
I’m just an old soul
Into the gray moving slow
No more weight to carry
No more worries
Retirement ahead
Heaven sent
Just a little bit of patience
With content values
Just living in a small simple house
Don’t need to follow the world
Wise in my old age
Time is passing me by
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the possibilities now,
feel a million times m o r e
- yes
than ever before.
while the world
reacts and retraces
every word
and everything in between -
until the column is clean.
~ ~ you’ll find me content
in the heart of poetry ~ ~
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* such a beautiful place to be *
( simply sharing moments )
Dear God,
Let me be an instrument of thy PEACE:
Where there is sadness; let me sow joy,
Where there is doubt; let me sow faith,
Where there is injury; let me sow pardon,
Where there is darkness; let me sow light,
Where there is despair; let me sow hope,
Where there is pain; let me sow comfort,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is ignorance, let me sow knowledge
Where there is jealousy, let me sow kindness,
Where there is greed, let me sow humbleness
Let the fruit of the spirit fill my soul so that it may be BEAUTIFUL!
Love Always,
Jenny
Sunshine soul resonating joyful vibrations
In a key of kindness, modulated by mirth,
With chords of joy, arranged in light,
And a symphony of smiles—
I approach my day.
Laughter echoes and resonates warmth,
In a cadence of contentment.
My soul is tuned to joy, lilting with laughter
And soft choruses of delight.
I welcome my day.
Serenity in symphony with bliss
In cascades of jubilant chorus
Of modulated merriment, cadenced glee
And overtures of ecstasy
I receive my day
Raptures rhapsody infused by zest
In a hush, a solaced timbre sings
An aria of elation, euphony in rapture
And harmony of heart
I embrace my day
Don't just be
a walker
a marcher...
Think poetically
think high!
fly...!
R-ight
O-r
W-rong,
E-very
N-ew
A-rticle
A-bout
L-ove
A-lways
M-oves
O-nline
N-etizens
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rowena A. Alamon)
Imagine this,
I put up like this,
There is no end to it,
The night came in,
The creeps give the chills,
I wonder how to feel,
It is the sequel,
The storyline is captivating,
Very eye-catching,
The movie Serpent is in search,
For a more dramatic and chaotic impact,
In this hour of darkness,
I can still feel the sensational,
Of going on an adventurous journey,
Is this a survey,
Or a rental one,
I could be someone,
Looking through and through,
I spotted a feline,
Of a different kind,
I don't mind,
Give me the sign,
The next blockbuster in line.
It is twenty two o’clock in time
Where days without numbers drop
A pocket watch falls with broken hands
Lost, out of sync with reality
There where winds breath in shadows
Consumed by the sun’s last light
Taking secrets where they may go
Into insanity where reason goes
There in the middle of the round about
In the town square where lines migrate
Merge with the people at dance triangulated
Where circular conversations turn south
Taking in silence as the bells toll out
It is dimensions in decline that matters
It is shapes formed in the fabric of time
Diminished in the hours bent on being
Based on moments measured
Eleventy two degrees below zero comes
On the thermal cold words of the wise
By design, twenty two o’clock persists
Before noon, thinkers think twice, dim the lights
On anyone thinking good thoughts
It is never too late to die
It was Novemberless at winters gate
When the world changed direction
Where space filled in previous mistakes with legs
Replaced them with happiness at the table
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