People live by their routines
And some will never bend ‘em,
While others are more flexible,
Not minding an addendum.
Yet it presents a challenge
When those sticklers will not budge;
Instead of going with the flow,
They mire themselves in sludge.
By losing opportunities,
It seems they’re missing out,
But maybe doing what they do
Is what they’re all about.
We follow rules that work for us
And everyone’s unique,
Since what feels good for others
May not be the path we seek.
Some thoughts on the subject of going with the flow.
Some different viewpoints that you may want to know.
Don’t fight against the current it knows where it should go.
It avoids the obstacles dashing to and fro.
How should we see a person going with the flow?
They may be seen as lazy or even just slow.
Pitching the oars in the river, nothing to do.
Kickback in the boat and just see what will ensue.
Life requires joining our energy with others,
Let the current be our sisters and our brothers.
Tap into the consensus, set our goals anew.
Take a deeper look into other people’s view.
Acknowledge my thoughts are not better than the rest.
Accept the composite of the group’s thoughts are best.
Going with the flow is turning me into we,
Allows the current to be what it’s meant to be.
It's been a year now
And I'm still hooked up
With the one who'll never know
But let's cross this small ramp
Truth be told
I never liked you
Others might say I'm quite cold
But I was trying something new
I guess I'm sorry though
As you where there so I called you a distraction
Pull me out of the dark but I was still in the blue
A heart once broken beyond compare
While you where there to pick up and care
I guess I'm sorry though
Yes,I used you as my muse
But my heart never fell in your hands
I took you as my happiness, a new beginning , the one I could use
Thought it was better to flee from the land
I guess I'm sorry though
For going with the flow
Letting my imagination run wild
My mind be filled with lies even though I knew the truth
I couldn't help it though
As the thought of being in your hands made me feel mild
Hiding the sadness of my life I pretended to be blind
Not by love , but by what you offered
Something I cannot explain
I guess I'm sorry though
But I want you to know
Yes, I like you just not enough to love you
The flower closed
Tired of seeking answers
Why things happen?
Why no rain when needed?
It's time for acceptance
Answers cannot be found
The importance of growth,
is going with the flow
Until the sun shines again...
Until the warmth renews...
into a blooming show again
6/14/25
Things are changing,
Maybe for the worst or best,
Hope it's for the best,
Just going with the flow.
Things are going to get hard,
The pressure is upon us,
Yet here we are,
Standing to finish strong.
It's here. It's time,
It's upon us to decide—
To finish fast,
Or to finish strong.
Staring into the clear blue Sky,
Tears Fill my Eyes,
As the crows come flying by,
High above the trees,
Dancing with the Breeze.
I'm Down on my knees,
Shoveling,
Digging up My roots.
Exposing bitter Truths.
Who I Use to Be,
The parts I Wish weren't me.
Opening the door,
I settle in.
Riding Shotgun with The Devil,
Riding to a different level.
Balancing the Machine,
Repairing the Seam.
Picking up Steam,
Becoming a Team.
How it may seem,
Unclean.
Yet Unseen,
Lie Lessons to Glean.
See the Important Role,
It plays Teaching a Soul.
Finding Light in the Dark,
I embark upon Dimensions,
Sparking my intentions.
Exposing my Ascension,
The Curses and Blessings.
Challenging and testing,
Keeping me Guessing.
It's my Hands on The Wheel,
I can see them from here.
I'm Feeling no control,
Going with the flow.
The best I Know,
Shining as I go.
Sharing my Light,
I stop to pay the Toll.
Continuing our roll,
I begin to let go.
Riding Shotgun with the Devil,
Riding on a whole new Level.
Teaching me what I know,
To Show Love,
To All Those,
Looking to,
Grow.
How did you get here?
"WHO?,Me?!
I'm always near.
Whispering in your ears.
Wile facing your fears.
Comfort and Grace,
Wiping tears from your face.
The forgiveness,
Of your past mistakes."
I see you've raised the stakes.
"WHO?, Me?!"
" I want to see the path you take,
And the decisions You make.
I'm the sunrise at daybreak,
consoling your heartache.
Experiencing the feeling,
Of you being awake."
HELLO??
Where did you go,
I'm confused though.
I need to know,
Wont you help me grow?
"WHO?, Me?!"
"I guess so,
Here, I'll start slow.
Center the body and soul,
Now going with the flow.
Breathe in the life,
Now let it go,
Slow, as you will,
Adding fire to the fuel.
Thoughts are stirring,
Brilliant yellow whirlpools,
Twirling, swirling energy ,
Leading you,
Down into,
The city of Jewels.
Discover the tools,
I have placed for you."
Thank you!
I am sure I'll know what to do,
I love You too!
Everyone’s complaining
‘Bout how it’s always raining
And we’re all getting soaked to the skin
Everybody’s whining
How there’s no silver lining
Optimism’s growing kind of thin
Everyone is moaning
You hear the constant groaning
Darn it! Can’t you see how it’s unfair?
We’ve all caught the fever
Become a true believer
Then exhale it out into the air…
Got to be a better way…
Everyone is shaking
With childish bellyaching
Looking for somewhere to place the blame
Everybody’s grumbling
Fumbling and stumbling
No one knows the rules to the game
Everyone’s protesting
But no one is suggesting
Any way to fix all that is wrong
Anybody can see
Equally we’re guilty
Of going with the flow to get along…
Got to be a better way…
The gentle ripples
Glistening in the stillness
Going with the flow
Going with the flow,
Even if it seems so slow,
To subway below.
winding down
relaxing with a glass of pinot
enjoying the subtle joys of life
going with the flow
swaying to the rhythm
of mellow music
soaking in the sun
and late summer vibes
and then it's leonard cohen on low
from speakers in a far corner
feeling oozy feeling fine
like an unexpected soft caress
enhanced by the effects of wine
sensations warm and mellow
embarking on a journey of delight
transported
yes indeed transported
AP: Honorable Mention 2024
Tonight I slip into my red dress,
Cigarette lit, whiskey soda on the rocks.
Perfume’s a whisper, lipstick’s a promise,
I grab my purse and the night begins.
No special plans tonight, just going with the flow,
First stop: the gas station for my favorite chicken mayo pie,
Fries on the side. I’m not used to nights out,
So I think I’ll grab a drink, catch a vibe if I can.
Never forgetting to snag a snack or two—after all, it’s me.
On my way to pay, a voice, faint but familiar,
Turns my head, and there you are.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe,
Gasping for air with all the words I left unsaid
When we were together.
I am a bonafide certified mommy-fied leader of a dog pack.
They currently sit at my feet waiting to see what we will do next.
Beau our newbie is the only renegade who keeps running from the pack.
He has never had the run of six acres before, and he loves it.
Sophie, our old lady cocker is sedate and stoic…
unless another member gets too close, then she gives a guttural
warning growl.
She is proud to be the matriarch.
Buddy at one hundred and sixteen pounds could take all of us.
But he is a gentle giant, going with the flow, letting the new baby manhandle him.
Beau at five months, attacks his big bro and often
Play biting his leg and his undercarriage.
They run from couch to couch, moving furniture as they go.
I am super proud to be a bonafide certified mommy-fied leader of a dog pack.
Like a stretch of sand on the shore
My soul has a delta and core
Like pair of feet that dances with tides
Sometimes it walks, sometimes it rides
It's a cup where wisdom is filled
But where too much that flows is spilled
Like a rain, it falls to be flood
In veins, it runs to be blood
It's like water that becomes any form
When going with the flow is the norm
Like a cloud it becomes white or gray
Then, the shine in its smile greets the day
Sometimes black like the cloak of the night
For, at times, in dark days, it needs a light
It needs flame of wisdom to show its way
But at times, on its own, bends to pray
Wildlife photograph of the year 2024
Polar bear asleep on iceberg remnant
The bear necessities
Here I slumber
here I stay
My world is melting
and I’m miles away
Drifting off to sea
dreaming what will be
Going with the flow
Where else can I go
My pillow feels nice
I listen to the ice
its shrinking voice
Telling me
to get a larger bed
Full steam ahead
in over my head
By
David Kavanagh
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