Hope is what we feel,
Creates our even keel,
Hope makes smiles aglow,
Here on golden plateau,
Source--faith in Our Lord,
Wake up blessed, still awed!
How was your year, folks out there
Feel thankful for what life bestows?
At dinner time say a prayer
For days of poetry and prose
Yam, turkey, cranberry and salad
Potatoes, cornbread, apple cake
The banquet worthy of a ballad
The smell of home, bread freshly baked
Three generations at the table
Enjoy great time and tasty meal
Thanksgiving Day of roundtable
Puts everything on even keel
Be grateful for the life you're living
Your health, your family and friends
What one receives and one is giving
This special day it all make sense
November 27, 2024
SURREALITY
How does one know if it’s surreal
Cold logic sometimes plays its part
Is it what’s known or what you feel
When it’s a dimensional shift
It’s more likely brain, not the heart
With many images to steal
Yet Moebius loops have no start
As a supplicant, one should kneel
In the presence of abstract art
Whilst keeping on an even keel
When it’s a dimensional shift
SHADES OF BLACK
Always look forward, they say, not back
Yet some of a certain age and persuasion
Would find that contrast of lesser appeal
As dull grey everyday issues are too real
Trying to keep daily life on an even keel
Just a smile and nod to suit the occasion
Still to recognise several shades of black
How things were, are now, and will be
It’s like a gradient leading gently down
Perhaps slow to realise that it is a slope
And yet never doubting if one will cope
Saving a devalued currency that is hope
Behind the eyes, one can wear a frown
Such that there’s no need for sympathy
There is no map nor any clear direction
By now, none should ever be surprised
What earthly inheritance is for the meek
When it’s only written words that speak
Some may consider such a future bleak
But there’s still joy that can be realised
When finally discovering the connection
You know what I'm saying,
Those games you keep playing,
A dangerous domino effect you keep laying,
Tell yourself best intention,
Keep the peace, so don't mention,
A little further, you travel from redemption,
Can be dark or be white,
A lady in the night,
Either way, we know it ain't right.
Whatever the motive you feel,
This one truth is always real,
"I just wanna keep an even keel."
This is confronting to hear,
What you may lose is your fear,
Bend the truth to keep what you hold most dear,
Not omitted or a lie,
Justify till you cry,
Don't deny, your actions are sly.
Written By: D. Collins 8/3/23
Three-hundred and sixty degrees is what we call a circle.
Where both ends meet, and it is totally perfect.
In relationships perfect circles could never be.
Because it ain't a circle, if off by one degree.
A circle can be a circle with a little duct tape.
In today's relationships nobody's willing to stay.
There could be outside influence all up in the mix.
Throwing the circle off, and your relationship.
Just take a Woooo-Sahhhhh, and know you're not soft.
Brush off your shoulders before setting it off.
That's the thing that would put it back on even keel.
And, complete the circle God has instilled.....
I'm a nervous Nellie with good reasons you see.
Many a time I've had the rug pulled out from under me..
There are quiet stretches where I attempt to heal and
everything is co-pathetic, at an even keel..
Abruptly the rains come down and it's never
just a spittle.
It's often like the sky is falling and I'm poor Chicken Little..
If I only knew my future I could tweak the plot, then I
could stop waiting for the other shoe to drop..
The data is coming.' From the past three years
Its bright and cheerful, dispelling many fears
Much false info, falls by the way.' Reality in this
Land has plenty to say.' They are free of covid
Less than 19 dead today that is ' what path did
They travel the fear load to shed? I think they
Were the lightest hit? Throughout the world yes
No 'b s' I mean thats just it.! Lets add Bulgaria
A jabless land, seens like not planning for a
Disaster, was the winning hand ? So no doom
Sayers, equals an even keel ' no fuss no bother
No death count unreal.' I don't do balony even
My polony i check, I hear some sausages are
In it well over the neck.!
knew him as he walked in
A Port boy by the size of his grin
That went from ear to ear
And we shook hands like old friends dear
There was sea water in his veins
And a story for each move of his game
Growing up there was some time around
In Rosewater Ethelton Henley Seaton and Semaphore bound
For the summer it was at beach time
At the carnival Semaphore road for mine
I remember laughing with my mates
In those days when fun was our fate
Being a Port boy from a Port family
Meant that there was no hiding easily
Aren’t you the son of.. was for real
So you had to stay on an even keel
Even though we may move away
Coming back it’s like we stayed
For we are forever bound to the place
As a Port boy with some grace.
© Paul Warren Poetry
She was a forties woman thrown into another era
We had no idea that she wanted to be a para
She was dressed exotically with a veil on her face
Her hair would have reveled an alien’s in space
She was a forties woman who appeared shy and kept quiet
No matter how crazy our children, even if they caused a riot.
We would not have known her name if she had not given us a resume.
She maintained an even-keel status each and every day.
She was a forties woman who babysat our children and more.
The last I counted she was watching up to eighty-four.
In between watching she liked to wash and iron clothes.
Where this freak came from, none of us knows.
Joe was nondescript
not that tall
but not very short
even keel
not loud or quiet
straight down the middle
the last to be noticed
in a crowd
the first to be skipped over
until someone took notice
finding this curiosity
to be worthy of study
the social circle all ruled by
their passions
standing out, being heard,
being number one, accolades
life of the party
except all these
could not be counted on
to be there for you
in time of need
as the number two
not so Joe
willing to submit his ego
for the greater good
be it visiting the sick
taking abuse to stand for the just
spending his time
in anonymous acts of kindness
will not make the front page news
but will get top billing
by those who discern
the extraordinary
I can be;
as bad as it gets,
I can be;
full of regrets.
I can be;
as good as I have to be,
I can;
read you the third degree.
I can be;
the spectrum of all the colors,
I can;
keep pace with the hustlers.
I can be;
white, I can be black,
I can be cool;
I can blow my stack.
I can be;
calm, I can be extreme,
I can be;
a nightmare, I can be a dream.
I can be;
deep, I'm for real,
I can be hectic;
I can be even keel.
I can be;
and think with logic,
I can believe;
in the thought of magic.
I can be rude,
I can be sensitive,
I can be combative;
I can be competitive.
I can be;
overly abrasive,
I can be;
slyly evasive.
I can be a warrior;
I can be a soldier.
I can be kosher;
I can be bipolar.
I can be;
downright mean.
I can be;
the in between.
I can be chaos,
on the hunt for peace.
I can be;
a squeaky wheel that needs some grease.
I can think,
and be evil,
I can go,
straight up medieval.
I can be;
full of love,
I can be;
all of the above……
TURBO1904
Let’s have an amicable divorce, she said.
I thought she was taking it well.
Congratulated myself on not sure what.
At least there will be no problems here, she said.
She is even keel. Calm, reserved.
I feel okay about my affair now.
We are still best friends right?
This seemed a bit over the top.
But I agreed.
Thus, when the hell cat came to court
Snarling, snapping and screaming
I did not recognize her
Nor was I prepared in any way.
Remain on an even keel through life
Can be challenging at times, lotsa strife
What I've found though
Be silly, trust me you know
Just march along to a drum and fife
ambling along with zest and zeal
feeling in fullness, life’s appeal
this here now moment all there is
enlivening it with bliss fizz
tranquil presence on even keel
05-September-2021
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