We do not know what life is by resigning ourselves to death.
Just as we don’t know what love is by only tasting hate.
The poor don’t know what it’s like to never look at the tag.
But the rich don’t know what it’s like to have nothing and not be sad.
Those who own companies don’t know each customer's regular order.
Yet the workers don’t know what it’s like to be judged by the public.
Models don’t know what it's like not to wear makeup.
While the girl who walks the dog doesn’t even own mascara.
The judges don’t know how much each fall hurts.
But, the contestants don’t know what it took for the judges to be at the top.
The cashier doesn’t know why he can’t pay for his food,
And he doesn't know why she’s a cashier.
The teacher doesn’t know what happens at home,
Just like the student doesn’t know what it costs to maintain one.
In the end we are one or the other,
And we may never know the second half.
And I think that’s why no human can know it all.
And people need to learn that that’s ok.
There's a reason why we only live once.
Dad, is this the will I once craved?
All your jewels you have sold,
On penury your will engraved,
A fortune no hands can hold.
Your will holds lies that I see through,
Nothing of worth it defines,
And your conscience never pricks you,
To waste heap your will consigns.
I wept you left me not a house,
Yet you built many, I know;
Not that I grumble or carouse,
But my spirit you laid low.
I thought I'd get more from your will,
For you died wealthy, you did,
Your writ reveals a barren till,
And leaves me all I forbid.
I am your only child alive,
Your legacy lies in vain,
The grave where your true wealth should thrive
Holds silence, loss, and disdain.
Perchance, this is but your feigned death,
Then spare me this cold meanness;
Grief I'll wrest from my labored breath,
Till truth is told with keenness.
Madeline lay in deep grass, reckoning
chances, glowing-gloaming with each tacit
confirmation of posies' beckoning
her advancement on love to run riot
or abridging chapters to deny it.
As pricked as a hunter's dog fed a scent,
tracking romances through wine sediment,
baited by horoscopes, jailed by black cats.
leaning ladders, she scampers in torment.
petrified of falling skies--dons steel hats
HOSTAGES TO FORTUNE
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“Luck—that’s what some call it, a capricious cotillion with probability, eventually holding one hostage to fortune…” quote by the poet
Bystanders watch, their brows furrowed with wisdom,
judging the idiocy of my iffy propositions, the recklessness of my heart~
the unwise promises made to fortune and chance.
Is it luck I chase or a deeper current pulling me onward,
a commitment to commodity unseen,
a rendition to the unknown Hand that guides me?
The consequences occasionally sharp and bitter~
Are they assignments etched in pain or a class on grace,
divinely ordained, the Master sculptor’s chisel shaping my soul?
Were my falls the intended flights, each one a clumsy cotillion~
one orchestrated by a Divine hand,
making me a willing hostage not to fortune but to faith?
So, yes, I'm a hostage, willingly bound,
reluctantly surrendered, an internee of improvisation,
a fool of faith's uncertain grasp.
In this prison, I find the ultimate freedom.
Before dawn,
the world breathless~
heartbeats
become tethers
to the whims of fate
and old dreams
flying
out of reach.
Fickle
fate holding
our fortunes
hostage to power~
meager money eked out
from
minions of despots.
Oh death
The fear of countless souls
I adore your kiss
I need you close
When will we meet?
When shall you come?
It's too long a wait
Please come tonight
I don't know you
I know life is a tsunami
Perhaps you can rescue me
Where shall we meet?
Oh life
The lover of the lifeless
I've honored your presence
I gave you my all
Why you misled me, lover?
Why toss me into lava?
It's too long a wait
Get out of my sight
It's as if I know you
I heard that death is a fortune
You ruthlessly fried my liver
No time for reversal
Better the joy from dying
Worse the misery from living
Free my feet from tight shoes
My toes from hammering heat
I can hear the darkness sing
Better the joy! Worse the misery!
Oh life and death
You're all my friends
Like the sheep sharing a shepherd
Fighting firmly on the loose land —
Dear earth, why you betrayed me?
Dear hell, how will you come?
With a billion eyes, I've tasted
The two colors yearning for balance
The lovely world into balance
I need no life
I need no death
I need a midpoint!
What are riches but silver and gold
yet silver and gold can go away
What is wealth but good health
that can vanish in a trice
What greater treasure is there than a happy, loving family
before Disputes, Divorce and Death exact their inevitable toll...
Woe to the man who puts his trust in this world
A fortune has he who serves the Lord ~ eternally happy
C-ar,
I-n
N-ew
D-irection,
E-mbraces
L-ife's
L-imited
K-ilometers,
E-xploring
Y-ellow
P-ainted
R-oads,
U-nderstanding
D-estiny's
E-very
N-ew
T-urn
E-xhuberantly
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Cindell Key Prudente)
Sluggin’ Sammy Sosa socked 609 home-run rockets
Mark McGwire built paranormal ‘popeye arms’
Bodacious Barry Bonds broke beloved Babe Ruth’s records
‘Stars on steroids,’ they did baseball considerable harm
But the time has passed for licking old wounds
Wily players uncover new ways to cheat
Winning’s never everything; it’s always the only thing
Fame, glory and fortune too soon take wing
Your eyes is for beautiful scenery
Your mouth is for truth, praise and worship
Your ears for understanding and good intentions
Your money is for charity and good works
Your time is to help others and for yourself
In all of these, why worry for the world and success
You have everything for fortune and happiness.
When good fortune rains down
On some family or friend,
We can share in their joy
And best wishes extend.
It’s a wonderful thing
To be in on the news
And be able to smile
And to proudly enthuse.
For we know they would be
In a similar vein
If good fortune on us would,
Instead of them, rain.
We had a prophet in our trailer court
His sign said “the Amazing, Seer, Mort”
He told fortunes all day long
Some predictions were decidedly strong
A few naysayers tried to chase him away
But the rest of us mobbed up and insisted he stay
I will be a queen in my next reincarnated life
The woebegone neighbor will soon be rid of her strife
The block’s meandering husband will soon come back
Mort the magician’s predictions have nothing to lack
We are all uplifted, when he reads our palm and face.
His prophecies are marvelous, full of lightness and grace.
I don`t know about you, but l have had enough the circus must come to an end.
It`s time for change.
I don't know about you,
but l need better things for myself,
I am talking progress, prosperity, peace and pulchritudinous seasons.
l don`t know about you,
but l am getting out of here one way or the other.
The grass is greener on the other side,
the sun is brighter out there!
Not here.
Better days await,
Good times!
Fortune favors the brave
Keep the spirit intact
Continue working for good
For the production of your good deeds
Be creative to discover new things
That makes your life comfortable
Protect your goal with passion
Until success comes to fruition.
Fortune Cookies
Sing every day and chase the mean blues away
the way I sing, the blues won’t be going too far.
Experience is the best teacher
obviously, I never listened to my teachers.
You will be happy with your spouse
I refuse to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate me.
Eat chocolate to have a sweeter life
and gain about a hundred pounds doing so.
Dance as if no one is watching
I plan to do that as I have two left feet.
Things usually do not happen overnight. It takes time and hard work
well, I guess nothing will ever happen for me.
You will receive money from an unexpected source
unless I have a rich relative I don’t know about, it ain’t gonna happen.
Move in the direction of your dreams
what happens if they turn out to be nightmares?
Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest,
It has been my experience that a good deed never goes unpunished!
Your ability to juggle many tasks will take you far.
Well, I have never could juggle.
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