For your Super Bowl party,
When buying your chips,
Cross off guacamole
As one of your dips.
For most avocados
Are farmed way down south
And travel from Mexico
Straight to your mouth.
The same will apply to
Tequila and beer,
Since tariffs raise prices,
Or that’s what I hear.
So Mexican products,
Canadian, too,
Will get more expensive
For me and for you.
Though prices of eggs
Have been causing a shock,
Just wait ‘til folks find
It’s the same with their guac!
My “To do list”
Still written daily on paper by pen
I have been doing this so many decades
Each morning over and over again
I am very dependent on my list
When written I feel organised and in control
Just writing it all down on paper
Keeps me balanced in mind and soul
I work diligently through my list
Happy when I cross off and achieve
Though as I’ve aged and my memory fails me
Now, it’s more a necessity I do believe!
Yet each morning brings another full agenda
With more of life “must do’s” that exist
Now after decades it’s time to change the name
From “”Must Do” to “My Never-ending List”!!
When we come out of lockdown,
Will we invite the old uptown?
To fit them for a crown,
Or send them downtown
For someone to put them down.
Will we look to them to make the economy stable?
Or pass the baton to those less able,
Will we be lining up to sit at their table?
Or kicking them out to the stable.
Will we seek their wisdom?
Or facilitate their doom,
So, we can take over their room,
And pull down the shades on our own gloom.
My hope is that we listen to economists,
Who may not be sentimentalists,
Yet can recognise valuable assets,
And those who they would like to cross off their lists.
Above, a few feet,
From the gallery
Archaeologists spotted the empty space
Larger than the cross off M-68 by about 3 times
But they aren't the only ones exploring a void
Ancient like the pyramids is empty in the chest of the boys
Digging up the artifacts of time
Hidden in your lines
That I write
And when we collide
It's like a land mine
Hid in the jungle near a pyramid where
Built between rivers
2 shrines to weary livers and lovers
Whether its desert or monsoon weather,
When it's winter
You will be there
Somewhere in the hardware store
Picking out the tools you need
To dig more deeply
In the spaces left between
Or to mend that stupid leak
"CROSS OFF HELL AND ENTER YOURSELF"
tackled before the end
and your mud has dried up.
there are ways around it,
find them.
failure is every love that
made you sleep with the dogs.
backing down isn't in your deck.
all those nights you turned
the lamp on,
all those nights you watched
the shadows dance outside
your window,
all those nights you ran your
thumb over your blade,
gave you the wind of the city.
now move, dirt, trees, signs,
people, building's, cars, oceans,
mountains, skies and worlds.
shake the galaxy and let other
galaxies know you're there.
they tied the rope around your
neck and you pulled yourself down.
throw your chest to the sun
and pull up every submission
you've been under.
one to one from the chest up,
seize your fight.
By: Chicano Eddie
3-12-2017
Back at the Pillar Of Life
Where I stated I'll change
This time I'm back to cut the strings
With this knife
A chapter I feel stuck rearrange
The angles now cross off the end
I state here that six paths will prevail
I borrow the Pillar Of Creation
Tend to state the problem here wind sail
A Pillar I question to often
My life this chapter nineteen
Other chapters of Nine to ten
I feel stuck between of I
My thoughts roam
I can't find my peace at home
I need your help Hyperion
The Pillar of Darkness is stronger than me
Show me the light to sail home to peace
At night I find my inner voice screaming
I cry to realize I'm a broken human
My dreams are day dreaming
To realize they'll never be real
If I stand with will they come to heal
So they can be real
But my demons have me chain steal of a power I bare
To understand
Care to know then look back
You'll see what I stated
Soon profound I found
A fate no key to open this gate
Behind the road of life
Just know I'll belong in the pages I write
I belong in the light of a moon at night.
D.P. // The Pillar of Life // A New chapter I must see
Written: 9/1/15
On a chain around my neck,
the cross I seldom wear.
Not made of wood or stained
from Jesus bloody hair.
It doesn't show the holes from
nails that pierced His hands,
nor the scrapes from being
dragged on that dusty land.
I cannot hear the sound of Jesus
when He cried for me and you,
"Father, forgive them; for they
know not what they do..."
I took the shiny cross off,
it doesn't suit my taste.
Put on the whole armour of God,
Eph:6:11-18, in it's place.
Love is kind
or is blind or maybe binds
Love is patient
where is that gift purchased
Love's not boastful
that crosses off most of mankind....
Before our story has finally been told, we must greet
the morning as the air does flow
into our mouths and nostrils.
We must seize the day as the light does come in and
wake our eyes from a very good
night's sleep. Time to get up and enjoy some morning fare,
to gather our thoughts and strength for this new day's arrival...
then go about our business, jump into the tasks that lay before us.
Dot our I's and cross our T's, cross off our list of to do's.
Don't forget to be charitable to others during waking hours.
Forgive those who are not always as personable and loving as
we may be, for we must pray for all to see that the Glory of
the Lord is still very plainly seen, and for us to bask in God's
presence, to roll around in His Love so we can overflow with
His Joy, with His strength from above.
So when the day has ended and night comes strolling in, we can
then truly say I did make the most of my day.
So Lord let Your angels watch over me as I sleep, and I always
sleep with a happy grin,an energy that radiates
from my head to my feet!
by S.E. Clark
On a chain around my neck, the cross I seldom wear.
Not made of wood or bloodstained from Jesus bloody hair.
It doesn't show the holes from nails that pierced His hands,
nor the scrapes from being dragged on that dusty land.
I cannot hear the sound of Jesus when He cried for me and you,
"Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do..."
I took the shiny cross off, it doesn't suit my taste.
Put on the whole armour of God, Eph:6:11-18, in it's place.
My favorite things are the pen and the paper.
I write the words and make them rhyme,
I write the facts about the times.
I write my sorrows, sometimes my failures,
Sometimes what moves me, or what I should savor.
I write down my goals and I cross off my deeds,
I write all my wants and notate my needs.
I write about joy, I write about pain.
I write the same notes over and over again.
Writing has always been easy for me,
It's self-expression that no one else sees.
It helps me sort the wants and the nots,
It gets me over and past the stops.
It helps me to vent when no one else cares,
It keeps my secrets when I shouldn't dare.
It brings back the memories and helps me grow,
It makes me see things that I would never have known.
Shopping, baking, cooking, dusting
In anticipation;
Having guests is wonderful, but
Oh, the preparation!
If you have sufficient time,
It isn’t really taxing.
Take things slow and in between,
Just squeeze in some relaxing.
Holidays come once a year
And when your job is hosting,
All that leads up to the day
Is countdown to almost-ing.
It feels good to check your list
And cross off things you’ve finished;
Soon you’ll see that all your chores
Have gradually diminished.
Then your company will come
And kudos you’ll be gleaning;
But in your mind, your thoughts will be
On all the hours of cleaning!
This is for the lonely dreamers,
who fantasize of a life of grandeur,
Who never cross off the possibilities,
of whatever their minds can conjure.
For those who look forward to the rising sun,
to set the skies ablaze and burn away,
The stagnate and unequivocal nothing,
the dark secrets of yesterday.
For those who wait for the forgiving moon,
a single shining light illuminating the night,
Helping to embrace the cold, lonely solitude,
helping take off the heavy mask of fright.
For those who stare at the clouds,
to escape their mundane reality.
For those who gaze at the stars,
in search of some unknown entity.
The inextinguishable light of hope burns,
deep within our hearts for eternity.
As we search for the courage,
to take a step onto the winds of destiny.