What young damsels strive to make us safe in our home?
It's Bondi and Gabard and Ms. Kristi Noem.
Barbie Bondi's sleek tresses; vanilla chrome
The fair AG's brilliance dims not in twilight's gloam.
Our femme fatale Merlin makes grave crimes disappear
So many rich predators have zero to fear.
Staunch Telsi Gabbard, raven hair silver streaked
Cloak and dagger quirky devilry so readily leaked.
Your boss barks jump, and you jump to conclusions
Giving credence to all his cruel twisted delusions.
To DHS ICE Queen, Ms. Kristi Noem I shower elation
For her fashionista elan and prevarication.
You stir up our basest instincts, Ms. Noem
So to you I grudgingly dedicate my poem.
One was from a blood test;
One was from a scan.
Both caused much anxiety,
As bad news always can.
Follow-ups determined
There was no cause for concern,
Which has made me start to wonder,
Just what lesson can we learn?
To never trust a doctor
Or technician or result?
Or to not jump to conclusions
After yelling, “Oy gevalt!”?
Guess it serves as a reminder
That we cannot quite rely
On results which bring up death,
A truth we’d rather just deny.
When I think of the years gone by
I hang my head and almost cry.
But do not think that I am sad
don’t jump to conclusions and say I’m mad
I’m simply reminiscing on the happy days we had.
My friends were many, enemies were few
when I was with them, I was never blue!
It never really worried me when a problem came about
because I knew someone would be there to help
me work it out.
Those happy days are gone for sure, the cynics often say,
but those days are wholesome, still fresh in my mind,
and they will never fade away!
It’s true I had my ups and downs, this I will admit
but there were always friends around to cheer me on
and encourage me not to quit!
Now, life has parted me from my friends
and we have all gone our separate ways
but, I won’t allow time to cause me to forget
those truly Happy Days!
She could jump to conclusions and knew it
But hoped she would be able to do it
Just as she feared
Suspicion leared
She got her nose out of joint and blew it!
Smugness had finally reached its fruition
as unfairly she would jump to conclusions
folks down on their luck would leave her amused
saying this is the unfortunate path that they choose
till one day she got to walk a mile in their shoes
6-13-18
Majestically lissome, a stripling nothing less,
slender in silhouette, a beauty in undress,
standing starkly bared, every limb exposed.
Not for an artist, but the splendour disclosed
is singularly attractive, as any you’ll see:
a natural vision of simplistic symmetry.
Engrossed, unobserved, I’m quite overcome,
with the naked comeliness, and soon become
captivated by my view of aesthetic expertise.
I’m seduced and excited with moves that please:
beguiled by the elegance of effortless artistry,
displayed in dance that suggests there’s mystery
to discover in this unsophisticated display,
innocently awaiting those who come this way,
revealed in the rhythmic passion of this scene.
Exhibited with the grace, of a ballerina queen;
is the willowy naivete, of the young set free.
Cavorting in nakedness is a Fall, sapling tree.
Rhymer. February 12th, 2017.
(Don't jump to conclusions!)
Why is that old man sitting there whittling,
Making nothing from a scrap piece of wood,
Must be brain numbing, truly belittling,
Should do something useful, I think he should,
Sitting on a barrel with knife and stick,
Can't make anything useful, wasting time,
Watching really getting on my wick,
Alright whittling a stick is not a crime,
He should be doing something with his life,
Perhaps he is right and I'm very wrong,
Maybe his way to relax, relieve strife,
My mind could be weak, his mind could be strong,
I jump to conclusions without thinking,
Should I just get a stick and start whittling.
This is a anecdote about not taking things for granted....
Seeing how we often jump to conclusions based on wrong assumptions...
A top notched news photographer was in a mighty hurry...
He saw a plane on the taxiway, pilot in place and take off all ready...
He jumped quickly into the plane and commanded the pilot to take off and start flying....
Shortly after, he asked the pilot to make a turn to over where a forest fire was raging..
There was a moment's hesistation before the pilot queried why...
Pompously, the newsman replied he was a news reporter, that was why...
There was a another moment of silence, longer than the earlier momentary hesitation...
Then a quavering voice from the pilot, "You are not my new flight instructor?"... ..
Don't simply assume or jump to conclusions...
It can bring forth dire consequences...
Have a nice day, people!
Footnote..... sharing a message from Facebook 20Sept2016
You have to learn to trust
In all relationships it is definitely a must,
There can be so many reasons to have some doubt
But, don't jump to conclusions till you know what it's all about,
Always be open minded and see people for whom they really are
Because then you will learn that a friendship can go far,
Before you realize a person has become a true friend
Just knowing they will there for you in the end.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
On the Holiday throne
This miserable old fat man
should step down and bow out
As he forgot what image he represents
Throw him out in the waste can
As his attitude is not what it's all about.
When representing The jolly old man
and the love and compassion he shares
.It takes an open mind and tender heart.
As Santa has a loving and kind reputation.
Children wait all year long to sit in his chair.
No child should ever be shunned or rejected
Especially by people thought to have authority .
Which Santa is someone kids look up to.
A moment of his time and smile in expected
by all wanting to believe in his legend and story .
Santa himself has reindeer for his pets
.He loves and enjoys all living things
He does not judge from public opinions.
or jump to conclusions and have regrets.
As we know from the song the kids sing.
So if you plan to sit on the Holiday throne
Then think of the children you are going to greet
They have wide eyes and high hopes and trust
They are all different and may be alone
but want to be accepted by people they meet.-
This miserable old fat man
should step down and bow out
As he forgot what image he represents
Throw him out in the waste can
As his attitude is not what it's all about.
When representing The jolly old man
and the love and compassion he shares.
It takes an open mind and tender heart.
As Santa has a loving and kind reputation.
Children wait all year long to sit in his chair.
No child should ever be shunned or rejected
Especially by people thought to have authority .
Which Santa is someone kids look up to.
A moment of his time and smile in expected
by all wanting to believe in his legend and story .
Santa himself has reindeer for his pets.
He loves and enjoys all living things
He does not judge from public opinions.
or jump to conclusions and have regrets.
As we know from the song the kids sing.
So if you plan to sit on the Holiday throne
Then think of the children you are going to greet
They have wide eyes and high hopes and trust
They are all different and may be alone
but want to be accepted by people they meet.
Let's JUMP to CONCLUSIONS, lay out all expectations,
doubt each other from the start.
Put up ALL OUR walls Never open up.
Let's try to for get we're falling hard.
Keep all of our thoughts tied up. All of our words at the backs of our throats.
Swallow the inevitable.
LIVE for the Days spent alone just us Pretending to BE something we're not.
IF only for a DAY,
If only for a WEEK,
and If only for a year.
If you're going to take the fall,
Jump DON"T Trip.
Make it count,
do it with POISE.
Thoughts, worry, jealousy… It's all an illusion,
A tendency to get angry and jumped to conclusions.
There is no secrecy with the few I love and me,
If any it's what you may hide, why can't you see?
You walk around so quiet and reserved,
What's going through your mind? Are you afraid that one of us will get hurt?
Why do you act like I'm the one to blame?
It's not like I was out and sneaking around, I'm done playing this childish game.
I make breakfast almost every day,
I help you clean when people are away.
I do everything I can and participate,
I try and try and try to pull my own weight.
I don't understand why you let these seeds grow up,
That other people planted when they were mad and drunk.
You've come home more than once smelling of booze,
When you didn't say a word, till I brought it up to you.
Thoughts, worry, jealousy… It's all an illusion,
A tendency to get angry and jump to conclusions.
There is no secrecy with the few I love and me,
If any it's what you may hide, why can't you see?
Listen to what i'm saying, and not just what you hear
Don't jump to conclusions, and freeze me in a stare.
You think you know what's going on, but truth is you don't
So you can't tell me what i'm doing wrong, because who REALLY knows?
For all that matters, I could be seriously hurt
But if i said anything, you wouldn't understand at first.
You tell me what I'm thinking, and why I act the way I do,
Since when do you read minds? Thinking your eyes see through?
Well this isn't about what you see, or even what you hear
This is about listening to what I'm saying, but you couldn't care.
I'm telling you this now, just to be treated fair
Listen to what I'm saying, and not just what you hear.
Memories dance in her head
As she waited for his flight to land
She remembered their first date
The first time they held hands
The first time they kissed
The first time they said 'I love you'
It was long overdue for her to see him
(Meanwhile)
He dreaded his flight was going to land
He knew it was wrong
But he had found someone who he loved dearly
He loved his high school sweetheart
But the new person was everything
He'd been looking for
They'd spent so much time together
The past two weeks
(He gets off the plane...)
She runs to greet him
Only to stop in her tracks
And see him holding on to another woman
Her first instinct was to cry
But she chose not to jump to conclusions
And run to greet him
Maybe she was just a friend
(He spots her...)
How am I going to explain this?
She is going to be crushed
Maybe I can still keep this a secret
But that would only make it worse
Only time will tell
But I love her
But I also love this woman too
What to do, what to do?
TO BE CONTINUED......
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