Our Past, Times Mirror
Miracle Man
10/26/2024
When we look into time’s mirror,
we behold only our past.
Both pleasing and unhappy,
that during life we’ve cast.
Our past is totally ours,
and our protected read only file.
Memory cause some to grimace,
to others it brings a smile.
We make no attempt to alter,
the things found archived here.
It’s like a book containing pages,
some, our memory might dog ear.
While others know many things,
from vibes that we might send.
Until death locks our memory,
only then will it see its end.
In every life there’s dysphoric things we Can’t forget
and also things we cherish and remember.
Tom
This horny shaft of ruffled feathers
Is hollow and needs to be filled
This shaft has become a hard ballpoint pen
It needs secretion within parchment
It is filled with ink wanting to write
Without you I have writers block
I will glue your pages together
Placing my hard cover around you
I need to be in your table of Content
I will turn your pages over and over
I will never dog ear anyone's page but yours
My Quotes will be long and hard to understand
With each stroke of this pen thinking, then
Writing and filling this book from cover to cover
The Main Chapter and Verse
Is You, the most interesting book I have ever read
In times of utmost vulnerability,
When a choice has to be made;
alas, a long queue,
The folded corner of a sheet,
dog ear, they say,
Fortunately, comes to rescue.
Inconvenience, without a doubt,
A struggle, perhaps, for the paper
doesn't speak, and infliction of ink,
a catastrophe.
Then how, if at all, anything of an
Utmost importance, be accentuated,
For the methods are few,
The folded corner of a sheet,
dog ear, they say,
Fortunately, comes to rescue.
A Prayer 4
By
Tom Wright
5/31/04
Help me O Lord,
to understand my limitations,
for I fail when trying to be all things to all people.
Never forgetting that Satan has a much smaller target,
when I’m kneeling.
To not let pass, today’s given opportunities,
chancing that tomorrows might be greater.
Help me to treat obstacles that I encounter,
in my witness for you,
as mere speed bumps and not stop signs.
Let any sacrifice come from genuine care,
not from sense of duty.
Finally Lord,
Let this day be one of my life’s pages
which others might dog-ear and read again.
Amen
Judgment Is Coming
By: Tom Wright
12-2-04
Life is like a book,
with a beginning, plots and subplots,
climax, and end.
Pretty non eventful at the start,
mostly just laying around
whining about one thing or another.
(some remain in this mode)
But as we get into it,
it becomes more meaningful.
Each page is an unknown,
a day filled with new events, acquaintances,
and new things to be accomplished.
Some are x-rated while others we dog-ear
and remember forever.
As the sun sets on each day that page
is systematically recorded, until finally,
though even a slow reader,
the remaining pages are fewer,
and soon will come the page that says,
The End.
What a joyous time for a child of God.
Bookmarks mark the spot where you stop
And take a break for some time
before you come back to the book
Some bookmarks have yarn on them
While others are made out of yarn
If you do not have a bookmark I suppose
you might dog ear the page
Or maybe you do not read at all
I have a dark purple bookmark made out of yarn
I got it from the library
And I read all the time
When you can’t wait to retire
and deem death your only true ally,
When children get on your nerves
and you rush through
the family dinner to be left alone,
When a sermon tries your patience
and a speech makes you restive,
When you keep hankering
after the days of yore
and find solace
in the dusk of the day,
When you are obsessed by
the thoughts of just going away
somewhere and getting lost,
When the closeness
of the closest ones
get too close for comfort,
When you find there’s nothing
left to prove anything to anyone,
When no joke tickles your funny bone
And you fret no more
over a bad hair day,
When you forget to zip your pants
and just shrug off when pointed –
May be it’s time to
dog-ear the page of your life
and close the book!
~"Introspective" contest by Lewis Raynes.
The best books have a little
love in them. Whether it be
a taped spine or a
half-creased cover
a forgotten dog-ear or
a few margin-scribbles
a browning of the pages
or perhaps a signature
the more time a book spends
in the company of men
the better it learns how to tug
at their heartstrings.
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