Nothing debilitates like a sudden spring cold ~~
Taking the bravery right out of your bold!
written April 26, 2022
Categories:
debilitates, sick,
Form: Epigram
Porky Pig and I
would play. Every day.
Enjoying the way we squealed.
Rolling in the mud.
Tails curled tight.
Faces flushed.
Not knowing what is grey.
(Now) our lives, but black and white.
Naked to the sun; to life.
Porky Pig and I
would play. Every day.
Exploring what is world.
Not without pain.
Porky broke his arm one day.
I stared shocked.
Not knowing what to do.
(Now) familiar tears washing my face.
Half-naked to the sun; to life.
Porky Pig and I
would play. Every day.
Those pig-child games had changed.
This putting on size debilitates,
spontaneous thoughts and acts, of days
when rolling in the mud
was all but joy.
(Now) not enough. Needing more.
Hidden to the sun; to life.
Porky Pig and I
would play. Every day.
I miss my carefree friend.
Days me reprimand.
Showing me what’s grey.
Giving me the choice.
“Thank you Bull, for remembering my voice”.
(Now) thanking Him for days, basking
Naked to the sun; to life.
Categories:
debilitates, childhood,
Form: Rhyme
Experiencing depression’s a tragic thing; it consumes soul, body and mind.
It gnaws and gnaws till it debilitates you; a remedy's what you must find!
Once caught in its clutch, it’s so hard to escape, from the pit and the miry clay:
If you don’t do this, then you’ll never again, see the beautiful light of day.
The First method to use is to set out a plan; a plan that has reachable goals.
Get some advice from a ‘reliable’ source, advice that’s not ‘shot full of holes.’
The next thing in line is decidedly tough; it’s to make sure your plan performs.
Don’t get upset with a slip up or two, it’s a ‘must’ to ride through these storms!
When all this is done then have a review, programme this in, once a week.
Already you’ve started with positive terms; things will gradually look less bleak!!
Categories:
debilitates, caregiving, hope, life, loneliness,
Form: Verse
The practice of deceit
devours your dignity,
debilitates your mind,
destroying honesty.
Beware the simple cliche
that may compliment,
confound clear thought
with specious argument.
The highways to the soul
are rife with ambiguity,
the road to virtue is best
traveled with integrity.
Categories:
debilitates, philosophy, integrity,
Form: Verse