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Cheque please
If you will
Garcon
I have waited longer enough
And if my blind date
Bye some miracle
Does at some point
Eventually finally arrive
And asks did I
Leave you a message
In order to pass on
And give to him
Please won't you tell him this
Time waits
For No Man
Especially 1
Who can't be bothered
To arrive on time
Unless he himself
Is Blind
Doesn't own or watch
Or can tell time
Actually come to think of it
If bye any chance he is in any way good looking
With a sexy body and is a bit of a catch
Nudge, nudge
Wink , wink
Know what I mean
Apologize on my behalf
For leaving as I had a family emergency
And promise I will call him
To reschedule A.S.A.P
And I promise and guarantee you
You will be in for and I will give you
The best tip of your entire life
So much so you may be able to even
Take the rest of the week off
Or afford the cheapest thing
On the menu here or glass of water
Nudge nudge
Know what I mean
Wink wink
In 2018 there were four who exited life's door never to return. There was an additional one whom I feared might also depart, but he recovered from his sickness and now continues his mission. My acquaintance with each of them was for many years a God-send. Each of them entered this world and walked upon the stage of life.
We enter this world one by one and at once our stories begin to unfold and later to be told. There's much to be told between the dashes, but here I speak of exits only and how they contrast. In years past I paid meager attention to little things that in the grand scheme of life are not small. I see and observe more now, feel more deeply what surrounds me, especially when they take their exits. I apologize if it appears small to you, but to me it is huge.
It's the exits of four men in 2018 of which I speak. Men of my acquaintance and friendship who completed their mission. It is not their demise that arrests me, but I am somewhat captured by their contrasting exits. I was privileged to sit and talk with one and pray with him in his dying days. We spoke of some pleasantries we shared together, and I was pleased with being allowed to say goodbye. With another who did not linger, I rushed to his bedside some three days before his demise. He observed me with a stare, unable to respond as I stroked his hands and head. My third friend was a public figure and received a public celebration before his final exit. At the end of the service, I kissed the top of his head saying, "Goodbye, I love you."
The sun, having received its commission, rises in the east and proceeds with its daily mission of providing light and energy. It then sets in the west often with the most awesome glow, beautifying the horizon. But sometimes, the sun exits or sets contrastingly with a rainbow or even cloud cover, like the exit of my fourth and final friend whose passing was sudden and more arresting than the others. Less than 60, much younger than the others, he departed without a word. However, several days before his departure, I was privileged to spend a few telling moments with him. Contrasting exits. Yours and mine; Only God knows how it will end. But because of Christ, it can be good.
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You have no poetry in your heart
No appreciation for art
You were born looking backwards
from the start
Even tiny whispers
tear you apart
You blow to and fro
with the slightest wind
you think of stuff but never begin
Is it my sin that makes your heart thin
it looks so substantial
yet it's made of tin
I press a little
you push back
hurting you not my intention
still you think you're under attack
I wish I could remove
that monkey from your back
But he's holding on to tightly
with his hands gripping your sack
Others have left you
lost and all alone
You insist on being on your own
I know, I know
some hurt goes deeper than bone
Tin sounds like thunder
when you bang it with stone
You think it's better to scare them away
so how can you or them atone
You sad lonely little man
apologize, reach for the phone!
A testament Lord Oh I So unworthy I rebuke myself I'm sorry for the unrighteousness
and the wasted breath
I apologize for sinning from conception through life
even right now I hope sincerely
you forgive me
as I repent
I rebuke myself over and over and over hence and again, again
unwavering sincerely
Jesus you are my only friend and I'm sorry
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holding hands and aarms
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Tania Kitchin deserves to be honored for her courage. If you would like to honor her, send me your thoughts in couplet form. Thanks.
I have some recognition that I'd like to bring forth to all.
Thanks to Tania for having our backs and standing tall.
I’m proud of your character and standing up for what you believe.
I just want to say you’re awesome, and I hope you never leave.
Mark Koplin
Tania Kitchin, cheers to you for writing with lucidity
Your poem of the day carried its weight with validity
For the courage to write the truth, you were chided
But you should've been praised and not derided
Tania, you're being honored for taking a stand
You didn't merit the need for a harsh reprimand
Jenna Logan
I thought that I’d better pitch in
adding support for Tania Kitchin
She wrote her lines straight from the heart
though the POTD honour was soon to depart
I feel there was no need to apologize
Cos nasty soup trolls we all despise
Jan Allison
Why reprimand Tania? this really isn’t right
She was only highlighting not starting up a fight
My support I bring to this wee collab
Your back...so stand tall, we have it, we have!
Angela Tune
When confronted by trolls and bullies, Tania will speak her mind
A lady of integrity and steel, I think that you will find.
She like many of us here wants a quiet life without any fuss
And if what she wrote that day was wrong then I'm Sparticus.
Tom Cunningham
Be thankful for a day accountable of a year
Spent in various moments of cheer
Be thankful for the challenges buried in opportunities
Many are unique approaches out of anxieties
Be thankful many work out perfect
And brings good outcomes that intersect
With the drawn plans
Getting you more fans
Broaden your scope
Beyond luck and hope
While you see to all these
It seem all now at ease
Be thankful when things go vicious
Though no one feels joyous
First is to strategies
But hardly do one apologize
For the luck per chance
And the grace that enhance
Every trial
Not been a denial
And cheer up
To worship
Almighty God
Who knows the odd
As a great blessing
That shall keep you assessing
The checks
To bringing more cheques
Into the dream you're growing
Drifted to keep glowing
For gains to laugh;
Losses to chaff
Love to attend;
Clients with you to befriend
All at the end to be thankful
Not that you are artful
Be thankful as a born word
That never go blurred
Like the sun
That never shun
The moon
To borrow light after noon
As lord
In words makes you gird
Am glad you're doing well
Bailing many out of cell
I am sixty-seven years old
and my body is still standing watch.
Still listening for the sound
that once meant everything would change.
My eyes search faces
before words arrive.
My ears collect danger
even from kindness.
Rest has always felt like a rumor,
never like a promise.
I learned safety the hard way—
by losing it early,
by learning that quiet could erupt,
that love could carry sharp edges,
that the world does not always announce
when it is about to wound you.
Autism tuned my senses like instruments
no one taught me how to mute.
Light too loud.
Voices too bright.
Emotions arriving without a translator.
So I learned to stay ready.
Always ready.
This is not paranoia.
This is memory with a pulse.
This is trauma that never received
an official ending.
My heart is tired
from guarding a child
who no longer lives in my bones—
yet still lives in my reflexes.
I flinch in rooms that mean me no harm.
I apologize to silence.
I brace for storms in clear weather.
Traumatic hypervigilance
is love that learned fear before language.
It is care sharpened into armor.
It is devotion to survival
that never learned how to retire.
And still—
some nights I manage a small mercy.
A breath that lands without alarm.
A moment when my shoulders forget
they were once shields.
A second when my pulse loosens its grip
on tomorrow.
Therapy, time, poetry,
the slow persuasion of safety—
they do not cure.
They teach.
They whisper to the nervous system:
“You are allowed to be here now.”
I am not broken.
I am over-protective of life.
I am what happens
when survival becomes permanent.
And I am still learning—
in my seventh decade—
that rest is not surrender,
that peace is not a trick,
that standing down
does not betray who I had to become.
Surrounded by thousands of killers,
without a single weapon.
I yearn to walk the path that leads to eternal bliss,
To live a life that pleases You, and brings joy to all I miss.
I'm uncertain of my way, of the choices I make,
But I seek Your guidance, Your wisdom, for Your sake.
Renew me, dear Father, renew my heart and mind,
That I may reflect Your love, and be a blessing to all mankind.
Let my life be a testament, to Your goodness and might,
A beacon of hope, in the darkness of night.
May my smile bring joy, to those who are worn,
May my words bring comfort, to those who are forlorn.
Let me be a door, to those who are lost,
A bridge to the less privileged, a source of hope, no matter the cost.
Correct me when I'm wrong, and answer my prayers,
Protect me from harm, and calm my deepest fears.
Help me to live according to Your will,
To walk in humility, and to love with a heart that's still.
Teach me to apologize, to say sorry with grace,
To be humble and loving, in every step I take.
Let others see You, through the way I live,
A reflection of Your love, a life that gives.
Remove from me, the spirit of anger and hate,
The lust and the greed, that would separate.
Purify my heart, and make me white as snow,
That I may shine with Your love, and let Your glory show.
Grant me wisdom, and Your knowledge divine,
Open my eyes, that I may see beyond the physical line.
Help me to love my neighbor, my brother, and all I meet,
To treat them with kindness, and to respect their seat.
May my life be an example, of Your love and might,
A testament to Your goodness, shining bright in the night.
I pray for Your guidance, Your protection, and Your grace,
To live a life that honors You, in every step I take, in every place.
Her constant blathering drives me crazy as I drive her to the doctor.
Gossip about the neighbors, her pastor, her bridge club ladies.
I am driven to the end of my frayed patience
My driving is sporadic and erratic, and I want to blame her.
Yet I know it is because I left my thumb drive on the table
My new puppy has probably already swallowed it.
This woman has six children, so why am I always the driver?
WATCH OUT! She screams.
I almost have a heart attack.
What is she seeing that I have missed.
Sorry, she says. I guess it was one of my floaters.
I have no words. But I know I will continue driving her
For in the role of my mother she drove me to a plethora of places.
Your driving is great, she says, trying to apologize.
I am driven to forgive her.
We don’t know when we’re visiting with a family member or a friend…
if today will be the last day…the day a life will end.
We don’t know if it is the last time we’ll find comfort in their eyes…
the last moment we will see them smile…
our last chance to say goodbye.
As for me…I don’t want my life to end in sorrow…
with sadness and regret…
I don’t want my last thoughts in life to be…Did I forget?
Did I forget to smile at the other person standing over there?
Did I forget to tell them thank you…or show how much I care?
Did I forget to say I’m sorry if I brought tears to another person’s eyes…
if I hurt another person…did I forget to apologize?
Did I forget to enjoy the beauty around me…everything I hear and see…
Did I forget to tell the ones I love…I love them…and how much they mean to me?
Wait! It occurs to me as I’m writing this…I am still alive!
At least for another moment…
another day…
I have survived!
Which means I still have time left to live with no regrets…
time to ensure my final thought in life…
will not be…
Did I forget.