Archie Bunker Loves Crackers
Crackers are white
what's not to love
Crackers are simple food
for simple minds
Archie sits in his chair
rants against liberals
races
and humanity
Some think he passed on
for every fool gone
another will appear
even from down under
Where hatred is running in high gear
LETTING LIFE BE NOT LIVED IN VAIN
Know that the righteous life you’ve been living,
Has not and could have never been lived in vain:
You’ve trekked shadowed valleys of ole death;
You’ve mastered many bridges of troubled waters;
You’ve conquered so many Sisyphus-like rocks;
And God has and never ever allowed you to fail:-
Thus, in the deemed storms ahead, fear no evils;
Just shift faith’s undying spirit of hope into high gear;
Turn on those ever splashing wipers—wiping out doubt.
And with divine wisdom and guidance, continue sojourning,
Continue in your humble labors of love you’ve been assigned;
And at journey’s end, be in thanksgiving grace for a vainless life:-
Written By: D. Collins 1/25/25
Create something beautiful while you're on this earth.
It will still be here when you're long, under the dirt.
Create a masterpiece molded from your own hands.
Inject the juice that extends your family Clan.
You take that seed and give it nothing but good.
Tell them the things you'd change, if you could.
Then, they go into life with some experience.
In knowing Daddy ain't taking no nonsense.
Create something good before you leave this earth.
Show the whole world your value and worth.
Give something back to show you were here.
Give them a Meika overdosed in high gear.
Spinning Knee Man
His knees grew bigger and
steel strong until he was big.
Whenever he wanted to he could extend his knees (and it didn’t even hurt!) ten times as big.
That wasn’t a grotesque display
as it probably should be.
No one could see his flat, rounded triangular bone,
only see his pale hairy skin that covered his knee.
Shockingly no muscles damaged.
Shockingly no tendons and ligaments damaged.
He could spin his
knees and skin like a small chopper in high gear.
His role was to air deliver packages to homes. And deliver orphans to their new homes afar and near.
Doing both was highly rewarding. The community marvelled at his ability that was totally rare.
He joked that the best thing about it was
that he got to fly for free everywhere.
Running on fumes for too long
Ready to take on a transition
Downshifting out of high gear
Making a move to pole position
We all travel down different paths
Weaving through obstacles as we go
Steering our souls with purpose now
To remodel ourselves as we grow
The time has come to refill our tanks
Instead of always running on E
Navigation system set to discover
Who we are truly meant to be
Reserves no longer depleted
Actually the opposite is true
Swapped out effort for ease
Outdated parts left in the rearview
New year, cold beer
Cold beer, Bronx cheer
Bronx cheer, high gear
High gear, all clear
All clear, frontier
Frontier, sharp spear
Sharp spear, blood smear
Blood smear, kill deer
Kill deer, pure fear
Pure fear ~
Get outta here
Why now a bad left ear?
With it not faint sounds hear,
Unless the makers near,
My interest in high gear…
But why: Once-Good Ear?
The next man knows my fear:
Some foe would at me jeer:
Men I’d failed to buy beer!
Gosh! A Real Bad left Ear,
In my Middle Ear Sear:
Towards Ear Drops now steer,
Aches wielding monstrous spear,
Who might save my left Ear?
Oh! Some nurse should me cheer,
To whom both ears are dear
All picked sounds should be clear,
Or I can’t glad face wear.
Used to think that happiness
Was contingent upon striving
If only we can obtain ______
Then we’ll really start thriving
Leads us to chasing our tail
Continually stuck in high gear
Yet there's a path to clear the air
To make the grasping disappear
Take stock of what we have now
Notice the pieces are already in place
To invite happiness to our doorstep
If we embrace today and end the chase
Let me think for a moment,
Instead of jumping into high gear,
Speeding into the daily tasks,
Then wondering what I missed!
In those first morning moments,
Calm down, reflect on the gift that has been given.
Listen while this home is still quiet.
Everything will take on a different hew.
Attitude Determines My Day
Miracle Man
3/7/2023
My day always starts out Robin Egg Blue,
But soon life’s nagging problems will ensue.
I begin each day running in high gear,
but I quickly slow as dark clouds appear.
Pleasant things in life I have oft looked past,
to the raspier I'm bound, hard and fast.
Sometimes I think, I ‘ll recall forever,
but these thoughts from my past I must sever,
“A positive attitude may not solve all your problems,
but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort”.
Herm Albright
“Made in God’s image, we are love and light ~
Within us are all stars, we see at night”
~ quote by poet
Secrets divine, today we’ll share
We’re far more than what does appear
Come, let us shift into high gear
Allow not thought forms to ensnare
Entwine with universal mind
Unless third eye opens, we’re blind
Clear light dawns, when head and heart pair
We then become the all-that-is
Existence, consciousness and bliss
We have come here, to breathe fresh air
Love and light is our quintessence
We’re one with God’s luminescence
Soul’s a light cluster, self-aware
We’re a hologram of the whole
Here on earth, playing our life role
Secrets divine, today we’ll share
Allow not thought forms to ensnare
Clear light dawns, when head and heart pair
We have come here, to breathe fresh air
Soul’s a light cluster, self-aware
03-February-2023
______________
Constanza (invented by Connie Marcum Wong)
She won’t appreciate it. Don’t tell her.
But what if she is grateful.
Don’t be silly.
Some people might want me to tell them.
Not her. You know her.
I do not know her well, but my naysayer is in high gear.
It would be better if you just let her figure it out the hard way.
But if I could save her time.
She would resent you.
How do you know?
I just do.
I think about trying to sneak around the naysayer, but how?
She is a larger part of myself than my positive side.
Rearing her head in a loud angry way
Interjecting her opinions daily.
It is a quandary.
I pick up the phone three times.
Hanging up the second she answers all three times.
Forgetting about caller ID.
Knock the door of conscience
Open the closed mouth of pen
Write a note on the page of sky
Read the hidden line of book tie
Friends are many, hither to thither
The winter winds are slowly drear
Brighten smile of the sun is too far
Who knows that the moon is not fair
Ideality is spayed tips in golden gen
Fear is a trend of elated ignorance
Scythe of time spends the lofty sigh
Wicked try to absorb with money pie
Money is not conscience but a trapper
Allow all scent but don’t with high gear
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
20/11/2022
Fueling Autumn's color change each year
are shorter days and cooler, longer nights,
and a plucky October breeze that bites.
Vermilion, crimson, and scarlet appear
as emerald canopies disappear.
And Jack Frost glints under the Northern Lights;
fueling Autumn's color change.
As though pulled by strings of a puppeteer
leaves dance, one of Nature's impressive sights,
swirling in the air on fanciful flights.
And November shifts Fall into high gear;
fueling Autumn's color change.
Road-trippin' this Labor Day weekend
with construction season in high gear
Not much hope that the roads'll be clear
But thinking positive may just help ~
If not, watch out for my reviews on Yelp
Y'all have a nice holiday now!
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