Long Adage Poems
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There are two of us in here,
each hoping God will appear.
Ego seeks gain, our soul, bliss;
joy where there’s nothing amiss.
In truth we’re soul but know not,
since we are in thought forms caught,
so ego claims that it’s us
and kicks our soul off the bus.
Ego’s at head, soul at heart,
both within, yet stand apart,
thus causing inner conflict.
Who should we keep, who evict?
Wisdom known to very few:
have the cake and eat it too,
is the adage we follow,
making thoughts slow, heart mellow.
To survive, ego aligns
with heart, which for God’s touch pines
and thus they collaborate,
that bliss beats within gyrate.
Now as unified presence,
we sense God’s omnipresence,
which simply is, love and light,
throbbing by day and by night.
Star-crossed lovers, we once were
but now that we both concur,
each performs its ordained role,
that we feel blissful and whole.
What will we do now that we’ve reached Gen Z
Will we have to do like hurricanes do
Give them names like Alpha, Beta, and Gamma
or perhaps just Roman Numeral I and II
Shall we call the new babies Gen Trump
Or perhaps Gen Pandemic or Gen Covid
Or do we just let them live out their lives
Like long ago generations did
You see, I don’t recall Gen Caveman
Or Gen Industrial Age
And they seemed to have made it just fine
Without the help of some superfluous adage
I wonder why we started naming ourselves
Are the children so ashamed of their parents
Perhaps afraid they won’t be able to overcome
the terms of their inheritance
There is an adage…a belief…I’ve heard some people say…
how every day may not be magical…but there is magic in every day.
And wondering if the people who use this aphorism really do know best
Here in North Carolina…we put this adage to the test.
We spent a day in Asheville…and before the day came to and end
we had the opportunity to meet with or talk to some of our family members and friends.
We had lunch with our great-granddaughter and her parents.
A great lunch where we couldn’t finish every bite
Then sat in the grass at the Biltmore Estate
and watched it light up at night.
We spent the night in a hotel…and soon after we closed our eyelids
our dreams were filled with the magic of everything we did.
Looking back without pretension…I would have to say…
with all the magic we experienced…It was a truly magical day.
But…we’ve also been blessed in our life…for we’ve developed a flair..
of finding little bits of magic everyday and everywhere.
In waking up together, enjoying flowers, sharing a walk
where sometimes we are silent…and other times…we talk.
Listening to the birds…smelling grass that’s newly mowed
eating lunch out on the porch…sharing ice cream…Rocky Road.
Which means when it comes to that old adage…
I have a different way to spin it…
Because I think any day can be thought of as magical…
if it has a whiff of magic in it.
A catch in my throat,
a spitting image of bated breath
in patchworks of subtle notes;
Noticing a quality of a wilting death
beginning to grow.
Focusing on a world relaxing as it smokes
Mismatches a bait, silver linings that shake a spread
to the hope you always said to have known,
Reminders of what could’ve been
or of the moments when you should’ve spoke.
“What is it that I can’t let go?”
Attached to the feet carrying me past where I left,
when something near within felt as if it froze,
seemed like fitting stitches to the world I mend
to this circle of surrounding sandy stones.
Maybe fate found a way to spread
with the flames that ascend from these cultured oaks;
A warmth of history, giving today the chance
in hopes for a theft without that humming groan.
All sparked from the misses matches
a world placed in my reach
but I confess to what I chose.
If this tree could remember,
do I feel what it was shown?
How much is consumed?
How much is transformed?
I may not find the ash of use
But if it and dust mix with an origin adage;
In illuminating what I can not yet know in truths,
Light from all that its made acts as a bandage
for getting us through;
All that glitters can still grow into gold
as the favorable remains subject to ones view.
You can let go.
I have been most inaccessible to myself,
While offering everything to the world,
without the thought of it to be negotiating
in a ways to serve my own.
Maybe still its my attempt for my mind
to finally have this concept wove.
I can’t know what I am
I know I can’t know.
When this fire burns out
and only the ashen dirt and embers are left to tend
as mimics of this dark and starry night,
When the morning comes
Here I recognize,
If I had saved my breath
I would have let go.
Now listen up all ye poets out there
Here's an adage I try to live by
It seems to work for this old duffer
So why don't you give it a try
Upon waking up every morning
Before you jump out of bed
Count all your blessings one by one
Keep them stored inside your head
As each day presents its challenges
Remember your many blessings
Be thankful for all the little things
Enjoy life with all its dressings
Now it may not be totally foolproof
But at least you're on the right track
Trust me you'll be ahead of the game
And happiness you surely won't lack
So listen up all ye poets out there
Let me know how it all works out
I hope it's a positively roaring success
From the rooftops you'll want to shout!
@Jack Ellison 2012
I've given myself some ideal times to reckon.
My musings meander for no apparent reason
I don't settle what to predict on the challenge.
Where I'm being idling within the lucid adage,
Notwithstanding, it is thus somewhere out there.
With his pensiveness perfectly elsewhere,
It's likely the case that this would be creedal.
Suspicions, then again, may as well tweedle.
It is helpful to inquire over evoking glints pitch.
That could only hit the one to maul his switch.
My surmise is this is a direct result of reality.
You're adding a snide view on my apparency.
From the edges of your lowly litters' haven,
It's vital to grasp I would instead foil this beckon.
Written: January 12, 2022
Mr. Franklin "coined" that old saw, "A penny saved is a penny earned!"
I mused upon that fabled adage and for the olden days I yearned.
Then, a penny was worth a cent, but, alas, it ain't no more.
Ah! The myriad of things a penny could buy at the local store!
For a penny you could send a postal card through the mail.
And for a mere copper you'd get your weight read on a scale!
A penny would give you a handful of nuts from peanut machines,
And for the same, get a fistful of scrumptious and colorful jellybeans!
I recollect the cutesy cards we shared for the school Valentine party.
They cost a cent apiece and were so witty and so very arty!
As the cards were distributed, secret admirers gave a sly grin.
Blushin' lads received saccharine cards much to their chagrin!
A copper penny would purchase a huge all-day sucker to lick,
Or a twisted string of chewy red or black licorice on a stick!
You could buy a kite with your penny or some candy cigarettes,
Or some wax-bottled sugar water or silly false teeth sets!
Ain't it ironic that the profile of Honest Abe whom we so revere,
Appears on the coin that we toss about and treat so cavalier!
Even in my second childhood, I'll still pick a penny off the ground!
Shucks! "Someone's disdain for that lowly coin is my treasure found!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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First Place Win in Joe Flach's "In Other Words" Contest - September 2010
Love’s Ponzi Scheme
I cut it as I told the world of love
carved deep into the bark for all to see
two hearts conjoined with arrowed I love you
the tree roots failed- it’s gone - and so is she
for love could not constrain her roving soul
nor I fulfill her never ending needs
the shadows of that tree are ever gone
and yet in shadowed pain my heart still bleeds
for I was promised love with all its ties
committed to it heart and soul and mind
for her it was a Ponzi scheme of lies
fulfillment of the adage “love is blind”
and yet I still believe her love was true
for I still hear her whisp’ring “I love you”
©3/25/2021
I see the Do-Gooders are out in force again
And this time it's the annual Christmas Coke Cola Bus
Stirring up the fuss
Crusaders against any and every cause
No topic to juvenile or puerile to rage against
They want to ban children visiting the Coke Cola bus
Because some children are obese
And as they see it this is there duty to stop
As it will somehow end and solve the crisis
Now correct me if I am wrong
But I have never seen a child
Buying or pushing a shopping cart
Around a Supermarket
With a Credit Card
Or am I shopping on the wrong child friendly day's
It's usually Parents who buy and choose the items in the trolley
And Parents who cook make or feed their kids
What is the point or to what end
Is banning the bus so children can't see it
Going to make a blind bit of difference
And why should everyone have to pay the price
Or is that old teacher's adage
You see now you have ruined it for everyone
Father Christmas
Santa Claus
In all its modern day guises
White Beard
Red Santa Suit
Is a Coke Cola patented trademark
They invented modern day Christmas
As we have come to know it
I know it is crass to say but
Coke has done more to promote Christmas
Than religion or church has
I wish all these Do-Gooding people would stop trying to fix us
Who actually asked them to
And why do they know best
Who anointed them saviors of the rest
The only thing good intentions have ever taught me is
Walk a mile in my shoes
Looking out your warm safe curtain windows
And your rose tinted views
For what its worth
You will never be the same
When you know what the reality of a life of pain brings
You cling on to the small things
Like the annual Christmas Bus
Beside Mum and Dad
Fulfilled and glad
Is that so bad
It's safe to assume that this is my only wish,
Our land will prosper in peace and flourish.
Toss your hopes and dreams into acute end,
If you accept, all will pretend to be your friend!
The origin of my growth and the source of eternity,
To reassure everyone, this is utterly a fraternity.
You're calm, friendly, and care around flowers,
Everyday potency completely rebuilds your power.
A loving father who has no weaknesses in love,
A deep hold reaction, similar to a thrashing shove.
Safety, direction, and projection are solid,
We show it as a sanction rather than a squalid.
Despite the sour days, efficient was kindness,
One to wrap you in when your mind is in hastiness.
I intended such a debate to soften the damage,
It melts when friends awareness warms the adage.
The admonitions kept my pulse steady,
It has no counterpart in all human heady.
Ignoring dread until it arrives at a later time,
I win the heed as a dutiful offspring, sublime.
Written: December 26, 2022