"Death approaches but we have no regret, when God questions us, we will stand erect”
It is only illusion
and I have no proof
that when the time arrives,
I will surely get to see His brilliant smile !
It is but a dream
that one day soon
He will stand before me and ask me,
"What have you done with your life !"
I have tried to live a life
filled with useful days
helping those less fortunate than I,
being human at every good turn.
The gray hair on my temple is a definite sign
that it won't be long before I meet my King
with folded hands and eyes lifted high,
I dare to ask, "Is there a place for me, Lord?"
It is only a spark of hope
burning bright in the kettle of my heart
I am praying that when my hourglass has sifted
through and through
God will say to me, " Sure I have a place for you! "
Through kindness, we share hope;
and ask naught in return.
For doing a good turn
is like a safety rope,
to those trying to cope;
and God notes your concern.
An act such as a smile;
or compassionate deed
is like planting a seed;
though it might take a while,
Karma makes it worthwhile
to help someone in need.
Kindness is not innate;
yet it's a human trait.
Now what's my perfect world?
this does make one ponder
so many things need put right
let me take you on my wander
People be respectful of each other
get back to known for smart wear
with manners being a top priority
go out of your way, show we care
In former years had good neighbours
wish that would once again return
so everyone cared for one another
no matter the cost so a good turn
But the real need of our hour
is for righteousness to reign
so that man turns to their creator
for forgiveness from sinner's pain
Never will this world be ever great
till God's kingdom on earth dwell
living out that 'sermon on the mount'
before its too late till God rings His bell
This would be my world perfectly
where peace works together with grace
showing the best could ever be
now that would be so very ace
(What would be my perfect world? So this is my answer to that question.)
Treat trust thoughtfully;
Table turns tricky.
Toast tight test, teachy!
S ubsequent period of flashbacks sunbath my heart
Acccosted my adjourned remembrance: got me intermittent
More laughter in disguise not to divulge the obscure
Stormed me in the cloud of memories that trigger apparently
Oh until those seem concerned appaer treacly
Nagging in the hospital of less or no patient
At your own best, your presence were felt to a fault
Krugerrand in making with no jetney-like behaviour
In no reluctancy of delegating resp. to Ina
No one has the great and genuine love shown after demise
When will there be menopause?
Ullage of good turn around preserve us
Most awesome possibility equisitely manage the emotional tug-of-war
It will take exceptionality to discover them in my treasure chest
OLABOSOYE_RIP
A deer came tapping away
At my door in the cool serene
chilly night I didn’t open up
For fear of lions lurking far away
In the dark.
Does that make me less human
I think so I’m feeling a little guilt in
my heart for one day I’d be in it’s shoes
One good turn deserves another
truly! truly!
Good ‘n Wild with Bad ‘n Tame went awondering
On whimsical wings spinning together a tornado
Only exhaustion rested their reality of much ado
Don’t debated do, as wildly a passion conquered…
‘Never take on the wild for it leaves all forsaken’
When good looked at bad, bad saw, as it knew
Into a tame, fierce winds air-force-filled alveoli
Lust inhaled, filling balloons, lifting up to aerial
Depleted heights, gave a bird’s eye, ‘n taunted…
“Does good turn bad or does the wild get tamed?
Death’s by slow suffocation or resounding crash!”
(1/31/2020: Inspired by two contests &
‘00 Searay Sundancer 260: Riverbank)
PS - To my readers and fave commenters – I’m off for four months (maxing the visa) tomorrow to go visit with my elderly father and give my younger sister a bit of a break from worrying about him. I may get some connection to the www every now and then but not guaranteed. Hope to be back with more to write and to catch on yours...read and talk with you again at the end of May :)
Stepping into an unfamiliar view
The room, the faces, everything is new
You've done what you're asked but no one's around
Barely quiet but hard to make a sound
Nothing left to do but sit and just wait
Watching the hours go by until it's late
Hoping a familiar face would drop by
Otherwise I'll just play with my wifi
Something new is what I really do hope
In learning things that's within my field's scope
For now, I think, that would still have to wait
Well it's just the first day, more things await
Surrounded by many professionals
Overhearing stuff educational
But here I am, a fish out of water
Whether there or not, it wouldn't matter
Such is the life of an only intern
Who's hoping that things would take a good turn
Letting time slip by, by writing this poem
Oh look it's almost five. Yay! I go home.
Revenge is one thing that we human beings thrive on,
one of the few subject areas that we do so well on.
We live for the saying one good turn deserves another
and do unto others as you'd have them do unto you.
We figure,
if someone hurts you, it's only fair
that you hurt them back and twice as hard too.
They make you sad,
forgetting the fact misery
loves company,
we figure; why go down alone
when you're so eager to come with me?
What kind of frenemy would I be,
if I didn't make your dreams come true?
make you see what it's like,
to go through what I went through.
Revenge is sweet,
we human beings feel a joy getting even,
a sense of accomplishment
they're no longer better than us,
if it comes with a punishment
we're willing to be punished,
why? Well we've convinced ourselves-
That it's absolutely worth it.
Oh, how I love a good game;
I anxiously await my turn,
And then I make my play.
I also love a good play;
Good scripts, for which I’m always game;
Stories with a good turn.
When the tides of stories turn,
It just makes the play
Afterwards, for coffee I’m game.
On weekends, I love a good poker game; it’s a game that can quickly turn on a wrong play.
Minds Meet In Mailbox
Mailbox is where our minds will meet;
Preparing poems that are on a sheet;
For cared;
Be prepared,
And do good turn daily nice and neat.
Jim Horn
O-ne good turn deserves another,
N-either hand will do bad;
I-ntelligent deed truly makes
N-ot your heart and soul sad.
M-ake the failure turn
I-nto life's sweet success;
R-ainbow will later appear
A-fter braving the storm of mess.
N-ew dawn has broken,
D-ay twenty-second October;
A-llow the chill to be warm, one good turn deserves another.
I see broken people
And I feel their pain
I see desolate beings
And it hurts knowing how they’re feeling
Their pain resonates with me
I feel this overwhelming empathy
I see broken people
And I do what I can to help,
I don’t expect nothing in return
I just believe one good turn deserves another
Kindness is one of the few things that comes free
People look and they stare at me
Asking why I feel so much for them constantly
And I say, I care for broken people
Because one of those broken people is me
And I’d like to think there others out there
Who will do the same for me you see.
Joy came my way,
While the sun was on hay to pray.
'Hey!', she'd called,waving at me.
Biding me to stop-I,measuring the field.
I focused on the path that leads to distinction,
Climbing creepers,waving distress-my expulsion.
The praying sun,spoke greatly in tongues,
That her words hitted me like throngs.
Toward my path to Canaan,
Before me was the undisciplined Hamaan:
Whirling to and fro like east wind,
Arresting my attention,pulling my limb.
But my attention was bethroted to Success,
Regarding none but the seeming process.
The Old Oak Over the trees smile faintly,
Biding me that,good turn comes gradually.
0.5 miles to the aim,
Joy was seen beyond the lane.
Halt was i,Mouth agape;
Twas veiled to me that,all success are in Joy's cave
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maybe the ones who have left
us early by the malice of their own
hand knew what matters most:
procreation; the evolution of
planetary life amply illuminated, steeled
to survive in our natal fount or
with mastery of the universe poised
at the precipice of infinitude.
the greatest of these is escape
abandonment of the world one
has been born to
and from.
because:
carbon
avarice
religion
atheism
swarm behavior
there is no heaven
for:
practice makes perfect
preppers will kill you
one good turn deserves another
dust to dust
white sky
mystery
tribes
due to:
8 billion humans
5 billion years
smokey the bear
ember orange horizon
super volcano
chicxulub
since:
science
orbital decay
copernicus-gallilei-keppler-newton
rutherford-bohr-einstein
fermi-oppenheimer-hawking
"war is hell"
"mars needs women"
as:
reality trumps fantasy
euphoria is temporary
mortality is enough
i'm writing a poem that no one will read
i'm writing an ur-poem
poetry has never existed
because I'm writing a poem.
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