I want to tell you about my day,
My day of fun and flight,
But I'm worried that if I say
My say, I'll keep you until night.
So I'll settle for leaving hasty words
As words scrawled by the door,
And hope you read my scribbled thoughts
As signs of something more.
Moth-eaten hag was a big battle-ax biddy
A hackneyed hag who wandered New York City
Grandam of the alley, a smelly aged fish wife
Aren’t you glad you did not have her kind of life?
Don’t be so hasty to judge, said my friend.
She had cats and companions to the very end.
The homeless took care of her, they loved her too.
Who is going to do the boo-hooing for you?
Oceans are rising,
So are the aspirations
Unchecked, untamed
Fierce crowds of
Hasty, unconcerned creatures
Called human beings
What is the future?
A sky hidden by mist and muck
Nights without stars
Days without sun
Earth lost by pollution and war
Whom would they rule?
Alas!
Wisdom is not communicable
How to salvage
The challenge is formidable
Where are the gods?
Sleeping or enjoying the game
Of their offspring?
Even if a busy road you are to cross in a hurry,
and you see a school bus flashing the red light,
don’t overlook it, be careful and mindfully wary.
It has the right of way, don’t keep it out of sight.
Let the yellow bus pass you by, you need to stop,
the school children on board, it’s for their safety.
You might also be caught by the watchful cop,
out of avoidable hassle you can be not being hasty.
A goal may be damn tough
If efforts are wisely increased
You can put to the goal cuff
By wisdom, you will be eased,
To discouragement, turn deaf
Then to help you, God is pleased
Today start, before that, you pray
Say to yourself not to have dismay
Play by solving problems on your way
If success is by you very easily got
It will then surely lose its importance
If it comes after you have fought
It will reveal clearly your brilliance
If hopefully something is sought
None can stop victory's occurrence!
bristled tail flitting
ears piqued squirrel's hollow cheeks
Hawk swiftly charges
Mr. and Mrs. Claus were half of their weight
They had gastric bypass, for they could not wait
Their legs were skinny, their elbows bony now.
No one recognized them, they were not a wow.
They don’t look healthy, the children said.
They look like they are on their way to dead.
We don’t feel that great either said Santa Claus.
Maybe next time before we try surgery, we will pause.
My friend
Sent me a message
And asked me
To take a look at it!
I tore open
The envelope,
Emptied the content,
Spread it on my table
Then, I called my friend
And, yelled at him
‘That Was a blank paper
You sent me…”
If only I had turned
The page over,
I would have seen
What he told me…
That the message
Was on the other side!
Our life
Is full of such hasty conclusions!
He was late to school as usual
therefore punished
because he daily fed the street dog
who was famished
Member of Alcoholics Anonymous
neighbours sneered at his confessions
although his hip flask was empty
his mission offering hope and inspiration
Frequent cash withdrawals
viewed with suspicion by his wife
whilst he performed small miracles
assisting the needy to rebuild their life
Division of family property
he settled by a wager
manoeuvring adroitly
that his own share be smaller
The void holds all secrets
in a non-judgmental stance
divine love arms open in embrace
in vibrant joyful innocence
25-January-2021
Kua Cun the price,
Sleeping while she breaths
Slavish grips of “love”
On a “valen” day.
All along allays,
All the thoughts of birth,
And her love enrolls,
With the child make king.
Not the world can stop,
All the feelings now;
For this back is bound,
On this bed of clay.
Time away but all,
Lust called love compels
Till the arrow struck,
And from now tis sure
That a mother made,
and a life begins.
Except nature ceases,
To produce a fruit
Which this lust compels.
Cause the deed is done .
When God took us out from Egypt, we left in haste,
Not waiting for our flat bread to rise--no time to waste:
No time to contemplate the events of the night;
Just time to leave in a hurry, right after midnight.
No time to count the miracles God had performed
Or to see that to an orderly sequence they'd conformed;
Only the following year could we begin to comprehend
That our Exodus was carefully sequenced--not at all random.
So this is our charge to each and every generation:
To reenact the Exodus of the Jewish Nation.
And each time we relive the drama of Passover Night,
We move one step closer to the Messiah's light.
In haste did we exit Egypt the first Passover Night--
In orderly measure we shall leave the Diaspora when
the Final Redemption shines bright.
Whenever you strive to arrive at
What you're asked or tasked to do
You should yearn to learn perfection
Or you'll have a hasty stew
Concentration application
Assures you aren't bereft
It's most unwanted to be daunted
For what's right by what is left
Don't worry about the clock
Just revise and then regroup
Turn your pasty hasty stew into
A delightful poetry soup!
hasty
rash
rushed
conclusion
made
based
upon
the
past
loosely
based
upon
perceived
preconceived
ideals
of how
you view
reality
Some days are harder
Than the others
Some are softer
Like feathers
Life could be fair
Life could be dear
Life could be harsh
Life could be rash
Time flies
Seconds speeds
Minutes moves
Hours, always in haste
Yesterday left
Today came
Tomorrow may
On, we hope, and lay our heads.
You know they ruled your death an overdose. He shot you up in the breast. You were breast feeding the baby. No signs of heroin in her. No signs of heroin or any drugs in your apartment. You had just taken a shower and had laid out your clothes for work to get dressed. Your hair was still wet. You had ligature marks around your neck. You had been dead less than an hour. They said it was lividity. The medical examiner in Kentucky said that lividity doesn't set up that fast. Why? Why did they come to that conclusion, because he worked for the police department and was a confidential informant? Could that perhaps be the reason? You know it is....and my daughters murder gets no justice...what a travesty of justice!! Her Mom By the way she has a name Kymber Michelle Dye
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