“You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today,” a quote attributed to Abraham Lincoln, is a timeless statement emphasizing accountability and the necessity of confronting challenges head-on rather than deferring them. It underscores the principle that inaction today merely postpones problems, often making them more complex or difficult to address in the future. As procrastination is a suppressant of time, the resolve is left for the morrow, where time is none to spare. Of such is the case of the unresolved, being tethered on a leash, when it bites untamingly.
It was gloomy today i never knew why but
it always seems that way in a big city
the south side all lined with beautiful
homes all the same sizes and shapes
somehow the sun just doesn't seem
to make it off the ground here while
the west side has some quaint sparks
of sun and the east side just don't get none
as the lake mainly plays so plainly
like in Spain although if you look
across the water other cities have sun
as the view is very clear as the fog seeps
out daily and rests near the lighthouses
and wait until the sun sets to return while
all the time the sun buries itself over
uptown the north side of town where
the wind lies down in the debts of the
buildings so high casuing a rush street
wind everytime you turn the corner
as your only refuge away from this
blustery day is to nestle into a place where
the animals are safe away from us
Written by Yolanda Nicholsen
May 19th 2004 Fort Myers Florida
Malcolm X birthday right before my
sons graduation writing away.
Fond memories of Lincoln Park zoo
Lakeshore drive Chicago
A man from Connecticut found
His legs would not reach to the ground.
“I wish I was shorter,”
He told a reporter,
“To stop all this floating around.”
God's Thumb ocean views
Amazing food truck cuisine
Lincoln City fun
'Every man is proud of what he does well; and no man is proud of what
he does not do well. With the former, his heart is in his work; and he will
do twice as much of it with less fatigue. The latter performs a little imperfectly,
looks at it in disgust, turns from it, and imagines himself exceedingly tired.
The little he has done, comes to nothing, for want of finishing.'
Abraham Lincoln.
'When a man is led to believe that the pride in the work that he thought was done well, is undermined by himself, or others, for lack of instruction, where such instruction would not be rebuffed, then those whom could so instruct are just as responsible for the want of his finish. For when his heart is in his work and he seemed tireless in the pursuit of it's perfection, while knowing full well that nothing is perfect, when if fortunate enough, then his efforts could at the very least be perceived as his willingness to bring himself up from his past failure'.
James McLain Saturday, November 1, 2014
I wasn't going to say anything
in that leafy Lincoln street
when you caught me pondering my life
and the many ways to die
but there was something about the hour
that curled like a python
as rain soaked down
to soft pale skin
puddles gorging like cancer
screaming our heads off
hand in hand
seemed the better option
Lincoln unchained slavery
and saved The Union.
Let us not disunify
at this point in history.
The devil’s, hard at work,
trying to spread hate -
his boiling hot butter
on bread. E V E R Y O N E
can vote. God bless America.
11/7/2022
From the miles of flatness and the fens
Comes the hill where this Cathedral stands
Everyone can see this floodlit site
When the moon is out and there is night.
I saw it through the window as I turned
It’ struck me down with beauty never learnt.
As I lay surprised upon the stair
I absorbed the beauty I saw there
Should we worship beauty such as this?
It strikes us with a hammer not a kiss
The Lincoln road nearby
Walking the hills, near silence and illness
No masks, though winter is coming
Deadlocks, people forgetting vaccines
Even the smartest wander about
Stores and movies, dinners and coffees
Cars, buses and planes
Sidewalks and streets
Winter is coming
The Lincoln memorial stands nearby
And Lincoln's statue stands in the cold
Character and force
A vaccinated friend suffers after 3 shots
Yet still is at home and ill
Illness and fatigue
Parks, lights and trees
What will December bring
Boo Hoo Lincoln
Miracle Man
7-4-2022
Today Lincoln Riley might be missing O.U.,
for the ship he jumped to is going big time too.
His wish was to be a big fish in a small tank,
but in the big 10 he’ll walk the gang plank.
He showed his true character in the way he left,
taking players and coaches was next to theft.
But everything has a payday or so they say,
I wonder if Southern Cal he will also betray?
Every man is proud of what he does well;
and no man is proud of what he does not do well.
With the former, his heart is in his work; and he will
do twice as much of it with less fatigue.
The latter performs a little imperfectly,
looks at it in disgust, turns from it, and imagines himself
exceedingly tired.
The little he has done, comes to nothing, for want of finishing.
Abraham Lincoln.
When a man is led to believe,
that the pride in the work that he thought was done well,
is undermined by himself, or others, for lack of instruction,
where such instruction would not be rebuffed.
Then those whom could so instruct are just as responsible
for the want of his finish.
For when his heart is in his work and he seemed tireless in
the pursuit of it's perfection,
while knowing full well that nothing is perfect,
when if fortunate enough.
Then his efforts should at the very least be perceived as his willingness to bring himself up from his past failures
For nothing eles,
From a man or a woman, should any so ask.
Saints, gargoyles, Kings, and imps,
mix, match and mingle.
The beatific and the ogres
hang over slate roofs
like drunks at closing-time.
The stone-masons were subversives,
they must have drank on the job,
yet Remigius de Fécamp, Bishop Alexander,
and St Hugh of Lincoln
all signed off on this unholy riot.
Fire and earthquakes only encouraged
more irreverent flamboyancy.
Gradually `Mary Mother' took over the house
sweeping granite spiders out of the atrium,
boxing the ears of errant goblins,
yet much medieval and Gothic dangle remain.
The effrontery of it all,
all those capricious aberrations,
lead us to believe, not so much in God,
but the sheer immensity of our
rebellious and disorderly minds.
Mister Lincoln
Mister Lincoln rose
your perfumed romantic scent
proves his love for me—
for thirty years you have grown
abundantly you still bloom
1-8-22
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Civil War pitted neighbors against neighbors, brothers against brothers.
Lincoln would have most assuredly avoided it if he had his druthers.
He knew it was a horrible thing, and it divided the nation almost in two.
It was not his idea, but as the Union leader, what could he do?
He had the best generals who would quickly fill the nation’s need,
War needed to be over quickly; he hoped in this they would succeed.
Lincoln understood death, he had lost so many in his own family.
Knew taste of grief, and hoped the war would not last long, incredibly.
No delight in his step when the South surrendered, it was a sad day.
Many neighbors and friends had been sacrificed in such a horrible way.
Lincoln was an honest man, he knew the work was just beginning.
He was not gloating or bragging about any sort of Union winning.
Today I watched our democracy die.
No shouts or whimpers, in just the blink of an eye,
some leaders had traded honesty for deceit;
not recognizing they were the ones suffering defeat.
They owe their allegiance to a would-be king,
who greedily awaits all the gifts they will bring.
They must walk gingerly, not cause him to fuss,
for those once bringing truth, he threw under the bus.
You'll recognize him by his wealth of bright hair
and the way he weaves fantasies out of thin air.
He prefers those whose heavy reading is a Tweet,
and rewards them daily with lies as their treats.
You think kings don't last but they have nine lives;
dining on sycophants is how they survive.
Today you're liked; tomorrow love has fled.
Be grateful: these days, they don't ask for your head!
History shrugs, thinking deceptions can't last.
But, we're living in a turmoil that can't seem to pass.
Today we lost honesty; the wound still throbs.
Listening closely, we can hear Lincoln sob.
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