Being twenty, family's your concern
All the time worked as an eager beaver
Forgot your weariness in their dimples
A blend of love and shouldering duties
They have flown away like fully grown gulls
The lens you view life through is very clear
No regrets! Your love's still immutable.
Place: 4th
blood sweat and tears leave
no stone unturned move heaven
and earth pull your weight
go to great lengths make
a supreme effort bust a
gut and go all out
give it everything
you’ve got burning desire
step up to the plate
fire in the belly
spur on drive someone get the
ball rolling take pains
take the bull by the
horns jump on the bandwagon
and pull your socks up
eager beaver stay
the course give it your all throw
yourself into it
keep your eye on the
prize light a fire underneath and
pull out all the stops
roll up your sleeves bite
the bullet and pushing the
envelope spur on
Rush to my house I have kumquats, you said
They're ripe, moist and sweet, I'm right here in bed
An eager beaver, I raced
But my high hopes were misplaced
Your spouse was eating your kumquat instead
I've been dealing with sniffles and snotty sneezes
But it's not Covid or other dreaded diseases
Feel a little stuffy
And my eyes are puffy
I need to get well so I can have hugs and squeezes
The good news is that I no longer have a fever
But don't exactly feel like being an eager beaver
Now I have some issues
I've used all the tissues
I should just cut off my nose with a meat cleaver
Well,
You know me,
I'ma busy bee,
And you're an eager beaver.
Let's get this den shakin'
For we know it,
Spring is gunna be here.
Who gives a damn?
We can make our own,
And pollinate.
Make our own brood, who Caccoon'd in your own womb.
Sing our own tune, Lay together and watch their soul's bloom.
Entrepreneur set from the desperate 1800 eager beaver
not yet the over achiever men working their craft
yet keeping women in the pass creating shoes,
clothing, watches holding dreams in their heads
as this world change as each new creation take place
Now our new day entrepreneurs still have the
same goals and drive some has gone over the
top from ages six to seven too far from heaven
yet too young to dream too much is planning
and saying
It's good to strive to dream to have goals or
where would we all be just imagine this world
without our goal oriented inventors our destine
over lookers our seekers
We must continue to create to strive to
keep all of our entrepreneur spirit alive
Why is it a spelling bee, not a spelling cow?
Well, hey, she said. Let’s not be silly now.
A spelling bee makes sense in what way?
I have to ask this non-thinker, Miss Jay.
Stuck with her for a whole year of school.
She has no imagination, everything is a rule.
Why is an eager beaver not an eager leaguer?
She looks irritated now. Is she mad at me?
Second grade is going to be a horrible trip,
Because first grade frankly has been a complete zip.
When opportunity kocks at your door...
Why would you want it closed in the first place?
Date: 09/03/2019
Where we seek the Face and Hands of God
Both rhodies and azaleas welcome one and all
One keeps her leaves, waxy and large
The Other is eager-beaver to sunlight power
Blossoming long before it's smaller green foliage -
Explosions of joy, volcanoes of glory and praise
Yet, the Rhododendrons bide. Smiling wide inside ...
Those with broken hearts begin to doubt
If the Rhododendrons will bloom this year
"O they will, and what a parade of pastels will out!
Yes, I await with a grateful heart," I said. Without
Knowing what I was saying, or why.
Today the lavender and scarlet rhodies
smiled back at me: "Thanks for having faith."
(c)Deo, 05/15/2018
NOTE: Faith is believing in tomorrow's gorgeous blossoms, even when your heart may be broken.
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
E-ager beaver brings energy,
M-aking everything glow;
E-ach action is enthusiastic,
M-oving on far from sorrow.
M-any people are pleased,
O-n the fourteenth of July;
N-ice work she has done,
S-he truly soars up high.
A-n extreme zealousness
L-ingers not in the performer;
E-ither vigor or fervor fills the life of the eager beaver.
Christmas should be a time of joy
For every little girl and boy
They gather 'round the Christmas tree
Little hearts beating eagerly
Their eyes closely scan each present
Wondering what Santa has sent
Some hope they have been good enough
And would get their requested stuff
Mum picks up each present gently
And reads to see whose it might be
A little heart leaps at its name
And then joyfully makes its claim
After presents are given out
Then it's time for another bout
It's time for presents' unwrapping
One can feel excitement growing
Tiny one still in diaper
Tries to peel off wrapping paper
Mum assists the eager beaver
Expectation growing stronger
Squeals of excitement fill the air
From the other kids gathered there
Their delight they cannot contain
Santa has delivered again
Once again thank you Dear Santa
Setting little hearts a-flutter
Making Christmas a time of joy
For every little girl and boy
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