Searching for a unicorn:
a fool’s errand at best.
That such a thought would come to mind,
I never would have guessed.
The likelihood one might be found
is quite small, at least soon.
It’s possible there’s only one
betwixt here and the moon.
Vivacious, oh so agile -
they’re light upon their feet.
From sturdy stock, not fragile
and quirky, fun, offbeat.
If you would chase a unicorn,
you’ll have to learn her haunts,
slip quiet to her secret place
to find out what she wants.
I’m dubious I’ll find again
a creature of such class;
I’m hoping if I manage to,
she’ll like a lowly ass.
The witch ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ (the withered hag)
¦¦¦ wash ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ with pail and rag,
Was once the beauty Abishag,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ pride of Hollywood.
¦¦¦ many fall from great and good
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ doubt the likelihood.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ avoid the fate.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ die late,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ die in state.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ stock exchange your own!
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ occupy a throne,
¦¦¦¦¦ nobody ¦¦¦ call you crone.
Some ¦¦¦¦ relied ¦¦¦ what they knew;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ simply being true.
¦¦¦¦ worked for them ¦¦¦¦¦ work for you.
No memory ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ starred
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ later disregard,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the end from being hard.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ go down dignified
With ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ friendship at your side
Than none at all. Provide, provide!
(Blackout of Provide Provide by Robert Frost)
In our younger days we met for dinner;
Now it’s mainly lunch.
We needn’t rush; since we’re retired,
Time slots we don’t crunch.
We pack up meals we’ve ordered,
For we’ve barely eaten half
And when waiters ask, “Dessert or wine?”
We shake our heads and laugh.
We stop a stranger, asking if
He’ll snap our photo please.
He sees four senior citizens
So he, of course, agrees.
But what he cannot understand
(No reason that he should)
Is that, though we look old to him,
There is the likelihood
That we’ve lived through so many things
He’s only read about
And though he’ll have his own adventures,
There is little doubt
That we add up to so much more
Than what his pix reveal –
Four smiling alte kakers*
Clutching what’s left of our meal.
*a Yiddish expression meaning old farts
So tired of the TV talking heads
twisting every word that's said
much of it scripted
and has to be read
they don't even have a vested interest
only putting their mouth
where the money is at best
my advice to them...
'If you have nothing useful to add,
Mum's the word
don't drive us mad,
keep it under wraps
stow it under your hat,
put a lid on it
or a cork in it,
zip your lips,
spare us the hot air,
it's a verbal Sirocco and, in all likelihood,
an ill wind that blows no one any good.'
It was time for them to face the out of doors.
Five weeks ago, I planted them indoors as seeds.
Yesterday, I planted the little tender plants in the garden.
By nightfall, they were being beaten by the wind and
rain, and it seemed that their likelihood for survival was
dim. Today, I proped them up, providing a little stick to lean on until they get strong. I am certain that they will be strong and grow to produce some good produce for my family.
In a couple of months, our little garden will be filled with tomatoes, cucumbers, basel, and celantro.
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A friend said, rather smugly,
you can't be "pretty ugly";
and where is the good,
and what is the likelihood
of one being "clearly misunderstood"?
An expression he's also dismissing
(or as kids say, "dissing"),
is so silly: "found missing".
And you can bet money
no one is "seriously funny".
Few people are ever cowed,
or have to get loud,
speaking to a "small crowd",
and (sorry if it's crass):
what exactly is "liquid gas"?
The Charade
A wealthy man dressed up as a poor guy walked into a bank to see the employees' reaction naturally it was predictable, that the rich man found it upsetting and gave us a lecture that everyone is equal
If the poor guy had a twenty-dollar bill in his pocket if that was true the last thing he would do was go into a bank, the likelihood is he would buy a burger, with chips and drink a few beers, feeling good
When a wealthy person pretends to be poor To put himself as a good guy, he knows nothing about poverty; he can go back to being rich again and the poor guy stays stuck in poverty tomorrow and the day thereafter
That Goldilocks, a miss or a misfit,
How did she spin a classic charming theme?
Breaks and enters, she gets away with it -
Runaway teen in home invasion scheme!
Her arrogance exceeds all social norms,
Her conscience strikes unprecedented deal:
Not only unaware bears’ home she storms,
She barges in and settles for a meal!
But not until she vandalizes by,
Breaks a few chairs, bends spoons, too cool to care.
Guess what catches her burglar’s savvy eye?!
Sweet sentimental stuff of baby bear!
And then she acts as if she owns the place -
She’s heading for a snooze, all fed and chill.
Guess what she chooses as her resting base?! Innocent baby’s beddy, better still!
Now you tell me how classic is the tale,
Why is this blonde protagonist indeed?
She should be held in custody, no bail,
Goldie’s Breaking Bad story banned to read.
Red Riding Hood, another drifting child,
Chatting up wolves - likelihood to turn wild.
Since my partner passed away,
Life has not been good,
Maybe it's my state of mind,
To be misunderstood.
But many situations would be simply understood,
It's when you know it's where abouts,
What's the likelihood.
So many of my items have moved from where they were,
A lack of concentration,
Or a sneaky saboteur.
I don't find it funny as it happens all the more,
It really gets my blood to boil,
And causes big uproar.
Some I find weeks later,
But some don't reappear,
I also find that very strange,
If not a little *****.
Is my loving partner playing a little game,
And have a little giggle when someone else ide blame.
Have you ever seen a horsey grin
They've got humongous amounts of teeth
Their dentist bill must be atrocious
It's almost beyond belief
Whenever they get a toothache
They feel it right down to their hoofs
You can hear their screams over in China
They just about hit the roof
Really feel sorry for these equine types
They're usually such amiable sorts
They never complain if you're 300 pounds
They're such amazing good sports
Named him “Toothy”, this friend of mine
Tell him, “Brush those dentures real good!”
The cost of a plate of false teeth for horsies
Is astronomical in all likelihood
And above the clouds there is no rain
And behind the mirror there is only cardboard
Holding together the reflection of what you think you see
As perception alters your precipitation
Clouded judgement only knowing conditions of rain, hail, or snow
The likelihood weighed by chance
and there it is, down it comes in the purest form
And there you are,
sunbathing your wounds
Waiting for the rain again
Small bits of you wither, escaping the thick atmosphere that surrounds you, flesh ripped away from itself, floating back to its home
Minutes turning to hours & finally collapsing into days
Crashing in from this high, engulfed by the darkness of extinguished flames
Waiting again as minutes turn to hours hoping they collapse into days
praying with eyes welled in fear, days form weeks
But it begins again, as no rain falls above the clouds because everything must come back
The folded corners and wrinkled pages
of catalogs that were tattered and ripped
From the first of October until late in December
we drooled,
we fawned,
we lusted,
we swooned and giggled
mutilating each page
until the pictures faded.
Sears and Roebuck,
Monkey Wards
JC Penny’s,
Macy’s, Mattingly’s, K-mart.
Our wish list grew long
more than one sheet could hold
tears welled up with each toy crossed out.
Until the list was whittle down
Though the likelihood of getting any was nill.
But still
That’s why we called it the book of wishes.
If wants and wishes were hugs and kisses
There would be no need
to thumb through the pictures
and dream.
Perhaps imagination was the best Christmas gift
Things that cling to life
in the most unlikely spots,
life not recognized by many
yet understood by the few.
Who fight for survival
against the likelihood of defeat,
battling nature and man himself
finding a place to breathe.
Strength brings a beauty
of desire, thought and focus,
a clear belief in self and mind,
this fight to overcome.
Uncertainty of nature
provides a path for success,
rewarded from the expectation
that survival is not guaranteed.
Perseverance is the name of the game
With every challenge before you
It applies to the highest mountains you climb
Ignoring distractions is the clue
Roadblocks are there to test your patience
The glitter of gold clouds your eyes
Keep your nose to the proverbial grindstone
Much success will be yours by and by
I certainly haven't achieved all my goals
But employing this theory through the years
Has enabled me to increase the likelihood
Of avoiding many heartaches and tears
Working hard with the goal of cooperation
Bendability when shown a new path
You'll ultimately be placed in a higher standing
Great success will be yours at last
In closing remember this friendly advice
To assist you in climbing life's tree
Compassion and patience are all important
But perseverance is surely the key
Sharing the News
The power of sharing
can never be overstated,
or under understood.
Together we make a difference.
Like single drops of rain,
coming together from the sky
to the land...
creating streams,
rivers,
and floods,
all the way to the Great Ocean
and beyond.
Sharing is the power of knowing
that you believe and are sure
that what you know is true,
and the over-exuberance of holding on
to so much reality
makes us want,
and desire too...
give to others what we have found.
Knowledge,
wisdom,
and purpose.
Share,
like there is no tomorrow,
as the likelihood might be
you are right,
rather than wrong.
Share,
and tell others
about the Lord,
and His Son
the King!
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