Money is all I need
It is the root of greed
Always need to be in the lead
The devil has planted his seed
Fancy Clothes
Sparkling in jewels
Stylist furniture and grand homes
Expensive cars to show their wealth
Charity is not their concern
Not sharing in their reserves
Business and the market are their religion
Some end up in prison
Heaven is not their concern
Don’t care if they burn
Go to universities to learn
Which way will they turn
Will they choose self-glory
Will they choose business over family
Will they choose honesty
Will they choose loyalty
Greed leads to lust and deceit
For money causes their family retreat
Blessed are those that stay at home
Enjoying their children as they grow
Greed leads to bad choices
Causes those to loss focus
It is all about what they can achieve
Leaving others in pieces as they leave
What is her name? Asked Mad Hatter of the Palace.
I think it’s Dorothy. “No, it isn’t, it’s Alice.”
Her frock is quite fetching in that lovely sky blue.
She stands up straight and her pearly teeth are nice too.
Why does she stop and look under bushes and such?
The white rabbit is leading her, right to his hutch.
He is diabolical and magical and has a weird way.
Well, then, we have to try and save her said the timeclock that day.
So, the weirdos and fellows and elves and pedal pusher league
Chased after Alice with the Chesire Cat in the lead.
Alice ignored them, having her own keen mind.
Grateful though, she thanked them for being kind.
In absence of
True leadership
Who's in the lead.
“A Tortoise and Hare decide to race. The hare is so confident in the lead that he naps while the tortoise keeps going to win.” Aesop’s Fable
Learning from their practical contest
Hare and tortoise built friendship, really best
Helping each other with kindness’ zest
Complementing one another to the fullest
Hare in running fast, finding nest of sweet rest
With tortoise sharing provisions for food fest
Thankful to God* for their partnership that's blest.
*1 Thessalonians 5:18 - In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
February 29, 2024
1st place, "The Rest of the Story" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 3/19/2024
they streaked past us so fast
I was not sure who was in the lead
that's my granddaughter and her puppy
explained my neighbor, Mrs. Sneed.
They never stopped running
throughout the house, even on the couch.
The little girl fell off a couple of times
But she was tough, we never heard an ouch
they sure are having fun, I said, not sure what else to say
They are so much fun, Mrs. Sneed replied. But I am glad it’s only but one day.
For when they go home, I am exhausted and have to rest two hours.
They ran past us several more times, wet now, due to lovely April showers.
they streaked past us so fast
I was not sure who was in the lead
that's my granddaughter and her puppy
explained my neighbor, Mrs. Sneed.
They never stopped running
throughout the house, even on the couch.
The little girl fell off a couple of times
But she was tough, we never heard an ouch
they sure are having fun, I said, not sure what else to say
They are so much fun, Mrs. Sneed replied. But I am glad it’s only but one day.
For when they go home, I am exhausted and have to rest two hours.
They ran past us several more times, wet now, due to lovely April showers.
9:18, on my June's day 3. Birth of our generations first, became Fridays worst promise made. One nine eight three. Ignorance defeated my innocence, that day wasn't so innocent. By the next day, one would say, I was already stripped of all my privileges. To consume and ingest an amount, pediatricians say that could lay one down to rest. In peace at six feet, wasn't the plan for he who loves me. I lost but was still left in the lead. Left but (I didn't lose) lonely wasn't a loss for me. A loss without losing, at no cost with nothing to be proven. Loose screws have been put in. Scars etched, have been like tattoos on skin. Memories have their highlights but also bring dark reminders. Pride has its pretenders that life forces us to be cordial with. Trust has become a hot commodity.
Construction has been going on
Right by my river walk,
Where workers dig and man machines
As seagulls swoop and squawk.
This morning, though, I came upon
An unexpected sight,
Unusual enough to fill me
With a strange delight.
For, clad in hard hats and in vests
Of safety neon-green,
Construction workers exercised,
A gym-class-like routine.
There must have been two dozen men,
The foreman in the lead,
All striking poses, looking
Pretty good, I must concede.
I watched them for a minute,
Then they broke to start their day,
Their early morning workout
Like a macho man ballet.
An uneven start,
the same potential;
Hustle creates moves,
you are owed nothing;
Keep your strike silent;
Secret to fire?
Control the flames;
The board is yours,
stepping ahead;
Opponents
in the lead
always fall;
They can’t
hold your
smoke.
A Cinderella chariot,
Eight horses in the lead;
Two heavy looking crowns that seemed
Uncomfortable, indeed.
A scepter and an ermine robe,
An orchestra and choir,
With all that pomp and heraldry
Intended to inspire.
The royal family on board,
Except the ones estranged;
The military marchers
And the guests, just-so arranged.
Amazing to bear witness to
The history, the bling.
I joined the world to watch
The coronation of a king.
Is it a sin to feel pride?
I hear it can be deadly
But let us put that aside
I don’t choose to commit a medley
To me sin is neither here nor there
If you look around it’s everywhere
Just pick out your sin du jour
Allow me to take you on a tour
There’s pride, envy, greed
Anger and laziness,
Though not in the lead
Don’t forget gluttony and lust
Those two are almost a must!
Are you feeling more normal,
A part of the crowd?
I hear there are some folks
Who won’t repeat them outloud
I guess pride is leader of the pack
But please, cut me some slack
Have you really never felt a tad smug
Never felt like you’ve found a new drug?
If pride is the worst sin you’ve done
Well you haven’t lived
Haven’t had any fun
So the next time you’re tempted
And wanna give it your all
Don’t forget the famed Proverb:
Pride goeth before a fall
Double D Dare and Triple D
Dare Brunswick Beacon to
print this.
Horn Women Haiku
women in lobby
at hotel in Abu Dhabi
some knees are knobby
This is where women's
world conference is.
Jill Biden is in Africa.
have declared a truce
no longer women abuse
like lighting a fuse
received all our praise
they did leave us in a daze
women became craze
they need an excuse
let all of the women loose
Are in Women's who who's
women in the lead
about in the news will read
just who we do need
Russia myopic
uncanny catastrophic
terrible topic
Definitely material for
Poem of the Day (POTD).
I’m looking forward to
letting my bare feet sink in silt
the waves weighing me down
salt sea leaving me breathless
I’m looking forward to
the sun bleaching my hair
heating my arms, legs, scalp
and the coconut scent of sunscreen
I’m looking forward to
sand between my toes
shifting, drifting, flipping
and coating my shins
I’m looking forward to
the playful splashing of the sea
watching kids make moats &
build and destroy sandcastles
I’m looking forward to
looking over my shoulder
for alligators and snapping turtles
on the loose, near every canal
I’m looking forward to
the tropical sips and eats
the lightning that strikes
right in front of my vehicle
I’m looking forward to
Florida highs and lows
The Mean Girls musical
My grand in the lead
2/22/2023
Have you heard the story,
Of Stink, Stank, and Stunk?
The one of a kind, bonafide,
Three headed Skunk.
Stink was on the left,
Stunk was on the right.
Leaving Stank in the middle,
With no peripheral sight.
They always disagreed,
On who was in the lead.
Each vying for the spot,
Unwilling to concede.
They'd go round and round,
With tail in the air.
Snapping at each other,
And ripping out their hair.
But it never did fail,
After lifting their tail.
Would spray a triple dose,
Oh man, what a smell.
It'd bring you down to size,
Putting tears in your eyes.
The stench was so bad,
It would even kill flies.
If they ever come near,
You'd better disappear.
Just run for your life,
Till the coast is clear.
Hail to December! – a magical month, indeed,
like no other in the calendar,
When neighborhoods come alive with lights
and decorations to remember,
Reindeer on roofs with Rudolph in the lead,
Street corner Santas ring bells,
Folks bundle up tight and take in the sights.
Main street churches feature a nativity scene
with a manger and animals
to honor the Savior born on Christmas day
almost lost in the annals,
While local stores focus on raking in the green
Carolers, becoming a thing of the past,
Singing “The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.”
Written December 1, 2022
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