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Small fortune already spent
to maintain 2009 Hyundai Sonata
(pray cuz I love genii, or even mirthful
teletubby heaven sent)
compromising financial means to pay rent,
telecommunications service provider (Verizon),
electric company (PECO), sparking pent
up rage against the machine money meant
to buffer panic attacks
springing up like Jack in the box
yet, yours truly feels his soul got lent
to the devil, impossible mission
peace of mind out of reach for this gent
and the misses forced in poor house
alms reached out
imploring cosmic consciousness
me equal decent
fellow asking please
dole out at least one red cent
with quite a few right sided zeros
before decimal point
to relieve soul searing ailment.
Nor can yours truly afford
a new preowned vehicle
perhaps dismal circumstances
will witness me pedaling
preschool sized tricycle
generating stares aplenty quizzical
bystanders, especially kids
pointing out overgrown practical
joker, many grownups
look twice dismissing optical
illusion concluding meshugganah
mister man maniacal,
nonetheless entire crowd
coon sitters me hysterical.
Thus hoop fully explains zit
all regarding why I writ
silly poem about me,
a pedal pushing panhandler twit
(jab only fore sake of poem),
who wheely did quit
the madcap rat race
cold turkey working for nonprofit
named Matthew Scott Harris,
he sports fifty shades of gray matter
boasting memory equalling one kilobit
more than adequate as Herman's hermit
petsmart exuding blissful esprit
de corp sometimes volunteering
with Smokey as his fiery bandit.
If ja happen to espy
older pencil necked geek
most popular within
of enclave Battle Creek,
cuz, constitutes major producer
comprising breakfast cereal of champions
just toss legal tender into sleek,
the only pot I got to piss'n
actually a family heirloom antique
sold to me on grandfather's deathbed.
Phillip Island Cowes
It was not long ago,
At the end of last year,
Beginning of the summer,
I came to this area,
Indulged swimming at the sea,
Hardly enjoyed any thing else,
Except strolling on the sand,
Along the shore and enjoyed writing poem,
With someone for the first and last time.
There was much more to explore.
Now the summer was over,
The Autumn's breeze swayes in the air,
The waves lingeres on the shore,
Whether the swells are big or small
And rough or soft waves movement.
That do not really matter at the moment.
I am back again, to enjoy the nature,
To mesmerise the good old days memories,
As time goes by every day.
Today, I travel alone with simple itinerary
Just relaxing, enjoying peaceful sightseeing.
It crossed my mind to go else where,
It had equal beautiful natural scenery.
However, the public transport,
Was not as adequate as before,
When I travelled to both memorable places,
On a divine summer day.
I did not realise, how lucky we were
Live in such a wonderful world,
With full of artistic nature.
It is true
That my unbalanced 'ying-yang'
exposed me to evil.
That I embraced darkness
instead of the awaiting light
That I chose the garment of stains
instead of the plain, spotless apparel.
And none of these
is done in error, but deliberately
and with adequate awareness.
But
I held on to a rock
before completely falling down the mountain
and screamed for help
before completely drowned in the sea.
The danger sign wasn't ambiguous
and I had a U-turn
before reaching dead end.
It was just once
that the deed is done
and the confession of my lips
proves to be the last of such
an atrocity.
Oh
Why has the testament
of others shown otherwise?
Why has my one mistake
created so many advocates?
Why has accusing fingers
go hand in hand with my first name?
Why has the same sin
permanently claim me in friendship,
and subsequent offenders
hide under its lordship?
Why am I now the goat
in the midst of a flock of sheep?
Why has the constant reminder
of my misdeed; they forever worship?
Why has one slumber
bound me in ownership?
Why do I have to earn
the bitter scholarship of misjudgments?
See me now!
Justice is exchanged for sentiments
and assumptions
mistaken for truths.
Causing the upholders of morality
not caring about important alerts
as they point all the guns at me
while the actual target
transgresses right in their behind..
Thoughts about Friendship
January 2015
Did you know
It takes a lot of cultivating to help a friendship grow,
For friendships don’t just hatch from tiny seed we sow.
And
You have failed when your worst enemy,
Was once counted among your best friends.
If you could sell,
What price would seem adequate if for your best friend,
Or would they be for sale?
And what price might they affix to you?
Can you
Be a friend to someone without their being a friend to you?
And lastly,
Being friendly doesn’t constitute friendship; or does it?
I lost my best friend to A.L.S.
Only when standing at his coffin did I fully grasp,
That pain too, was an inherent part of our friendship.
The only person I’ve ever lost that I don’t have sad thoughts about.
I recall only good times, and funny things; a true friend.
Tom
One must dare to decelerate and take note of a squirrel.
I am learning what it’s like to observe a few note worthy ways
and sometimes selfish behaviors of squirrels in my back yard.
Like the time that a squirrel took my pecans from my makeshift
platform after I put them there to dry. You might not call them selfish,
but perhaps you would, if you loved pecans as well as my wife and me
I am forgiving though about the pecans, because I enjoy watching them
walk and run atop the fence with very little effort. I tell you, I am captured as I watch them chase each other from limb to limb, or race up a palm tree and hide beneath those protruding stickers.
Their movements are so agile and quick; and they appear to be afraid and in a constant state of readiness. However, they could also be fearless, provided they are able to keep adequate distance from you. They believe it to be their right to any and every nut their little hearts desire,
without any regards to ownership.
Were I at work 9 to 5 or some other shift, I would not have learned such minor truths about squirrels; and had I not been retired, never would I have seen a squirrel outwit a cat who gave in and walked slowly away.
There’s a beautiful and wild kingdom out there my friend. Let’s enjoy it.
04222015 PS Contest, Animal Antics, Shadow Hamilton
When I was in school my grades were adequate although I much preferred to play
I never thought concepts learned back then would be applicable today.
I knew basic math was vital…that’s drilled in from the start
But I didn’t know it would come to play such a vital part.
There were things I thought had nothing to do with math
like when I became aware
Life is much more effortless when it is a life we share.
The more people who share our sorrow, who help and reassure
The easier our sorrow is to handle…the longer we endure.
And when we share our happiness with family and friends
like ripples on the water, that feeling never ends.
I have often wondered about this...why does this phenomenon exist?
Is there something in the universe, some teaching I have missed?
Sorrow and happiness have certain properties
when we individually bear them
but both can change dramatically
when we chose to share them.
When we share our sorrow we start to feel it less…
and less, and less, and less
and happiness, when shared, grows to even more happiness!
The solution is quite simple and should serve as a guide…
When shared…our sadness is divided
while shared happiness is multiplied.
Imagine that! The answer lies in basic math--all those years ago conveyed
Perhaps if I’d paid more attention, I’d have earned a better grade.
And it wouldn’t have taken me this long to do the math
And become exceedingly aware…
That Life is much more effortless when it is a life we share.
The sweet breath of God, exquisite and adequate in its cardinal direction, stirs the dying souls of those on earth and gives them illuminated life.
The sweet breath of God sweeps the earth and dries the tears of those in despair, and caresses the brows of those in wait.
The sweet breath of God moves oceans of depression and break its hold into pieces and settle them on the shore of gratification.
The sweet breath of God will bend mighty trees of the ungodly into a graceful bow and lead those of transgression to a quiet being of ecstasy.
The sweet breath of God carries his secrets of great things to come; an ultimate fulfillment of his promise.
The sweet breath of God will comfort thy surfeit spirit and, and thy will be free in the covenant with God.
Pray For The Mistletoe
or
In My Church? Get “Outta” Here
By: Tom Wright
9/22/99
Some laity, crowd Churches,
affixing themselves to pews as Mistletoe to a tree.
Always there, but barely clinging to Spiritual life.
If fruit is borne, it is, as the Mistletoe's white berries --
small and poisonous.
As Mistletoe, they rely on others,
for the nourishment sought during this weekly feeding.
Let another preach, or teach, sing, and pray.
Being selfish, an appearance on their behalf,
is thought to be quite adequate.
During the week, as Mistletoe, they're content to "sort of hang around",
spiritually fasting until feeding time again.
While some, may quickly tire of the menu,
and feel "Led" to detach and find another Spiritual tree,
others remain, and watch their numbers grow.
Churches often become places for social gatherings,
and entertainment, rather than places to worship a risen Savior.
These churches become as Mistletoe inhabited trees in dead of winter,
cold, and frequently struggling to hold their own,
then later appearing void of any appreciable life.
Don't become a parasite in your Church,
stay active in your study, prayer, and stewardship.
Make daily quiet time to pray for your Pastor,
and oh yes, don't become as the Mistletoe!
Societies Haves, Have Nots
We all have something we hold close.
A memory, a fear, a dream we don't say
Tumultuous. A clearly audible and we all
have not adequate time to fix everything we
Wish we could. We have enjoyable days that
Lift us up. We have not the affirmation they'll
Linger.
But we keep shifting because pausing never
Anything preferable.
We have people who loves us, even if we
Not recollect to notice. We have not the
Faultless words to explain what hurts inside.
We have brawn we didn't know we had until
Life constrained us too far. We have not the
High living of choosing every confrontation we
Face.
We have hope, even when it's miniature.
We have not the map for what's in-store
But we walk regardless because that's what
Humans do.
Their garden location is given top priority.
They are noticed, observed, loved, and
Placed at the very front of our home.
I see them as I enter my property, and
They catch my eye when I am leaving as
They make eye contact, realizing they are special.
Many-color offerings, well suited to my eyes.
Roses, beautiful flowers, and a great name.
Even the sound of 'Rose' soothes my soul.
Red, white, or pink; take your pick.
Roses give me far more than they take.
Roses, my absolute favorite for many years.
A little water and pruning are adequate.
Don't worry about the thorns; just beware that
Anything of such beauty has a right to be guarded.
111221PSCtest, Rose, Robert James Liguori.HM