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I missed out on the movie star
but I met an American hero.
Oh how humble the paratrooper of yesteryear.
When I thanked him for his service, he said,
“You were worth it.”
Blessed by an image of God
in the footsteps of man.
He’s a preacher, besides.
I missed out, but knew God had his best
set in motion…what’s all the commotion…
We meet great people every day
who’ll be noted by God
for their humble devotion.
When I entered the party
for wrestling referees,
he
was the first to greet me.
At that time
I had no idea of his greatness.
I will always treasure this.
And let me not forget
my dear husband
who I stand beside -
it’s cool that he serves with black and white
striped shirt and a whistle
in what can be a dangerous sport
when 250 pounders charge
precariously in his direction
knocking him out.
Also the knowledge
that the organisation is currently
having trouble
finding new referees to serve
(makes me so proud that my husband
is in the ranks)
they also need women to step up
as women wrestle too.
We all make up this great big world -
movie stars, veterans, me and you.
Wherever you find yourself
be great…
be humble
and serve.
3/27/2023
I met with Mr. Eastwood for the first time with both of us, and I know he's savvy about people's character.
I would rate Clint as, par for the course as Pebble Beach is noted for, in due part to Bing Crosby's efforts, whereto the family carried the banner until AT&T, went the distance.
Clint was good, but he had an Ace, plain Joe-Clint ... had plain-Jane, along with her many SF Bay Airian invitees--zich hile, Mata Hari.
Where's William, Clint asks? (abrupts Derek's notable timing) Oh, you met William, he's like that pineapple they've invented across the bay.
It's not called that, besides, I heard you got fired. Reprimanded Jayney. William doesn't fire, yeah a reprimand would be in order, a character like you. Well, it wasn't him, it was Mr Lars. I knew it, William never fired anybody.
I agree Jane. Mr. Eastwood, William has a way of teaching somebody like throwing a curve ball. What do you mean by that, curve ball?
Well, he talked about the last hockey game's final scoring played out, while teaching me how to change the ink in our large front office machine--the hockey game lost to the copier.
Banana trees
Most of the jungles of Sumatra are uprooted
to plant banana trees the orangutans have been made homeless.
They try to sit in the banana trees, but it is too brittle for the animals
besides, they don´t care for this type of fruit, which gives them the runs.
It reminds me of Lisbon the Portuguese are proud of.
Moneyed people are coming from abroad to settle in the city,
a wonderful place to live.
The poor cannot afford the high rent when flats are modernized
to suit newcomers.
The unfortunates are pushed out to find a shack, if they are lucky
or failing that, live in tents;
many tents, in parks and sideroads while waiting to be housed.
There are many pretty banana trees in Lisbon, but they are expensive.
It has always been like this, the poor and the uncommunicative
must take the brunt when a town goes upmarket.
Here’s to all the negative people
You know how the story goes
If brains were freakin’ dynamite
You couldn’t blow your nose
When people make rude comments
They act without common sense
If you’re negative and reading this
I hope you take offense
When I hear about my friends put down
Every bone in my body cries
If you rub yourself with Preparation H
You’ll probably shrink in size
So if this makes you pout and cry
I didn’t mean to put you down
Besides someone already wrote a song
About the tears of a clown
I’ve changed my ways in recent days
And try to act with class
If I had run into you twenty years ago
You would have been laying on your @ss
So take your sarcasm somewhere else
And leave our poets alone
And try to find your self-esteem
In a place called the twilight zone.
Dedicated to those who need to
Make negative comments.
Testa
Undone work
On a corner
Passing daylight
Timing in my afterlight
Caught between no canvas Pietro
Illustrations disappearance
Two see no other rain in sight
We passed true as our ghost lept
Fide et Amore
By faith in love
Fidelity as anul
Being Borrowed
For Film
By Another Woman
When We Come Aboard
A Military waited
In grasses tan, too low
Asnt in the future
Her return, ran from more
And in our time
All stood wide
Armed in rejection
Of a betters letters, above alls door
Oh stormy night
Dani Woodward,
Can we write tonight?
The nights editor
In The Times
Curtains of light kid,
Fall on my fold
Before you turn it in
Under the evacuation
She appears
It's easy cloth I fold for you lady
He's edited headlines besides it once
She's missed page before
Also why your wise.
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
Good Scene Sasha
Leaf or Lumber
Are you green for entertainment?
or are you showing how there's hope?
As long as your bright green glow is showing
Then you bet
You are green for health
not wealth where it doesn't matter
besides
Your work is in your appearance
not in your effort
But is that all you want to show who you were in this life
without a little bit of work
It would seem pointless
That was all it really came down to looks
and not the work you put into your life towards what goal
Leaning on yourself may not be the best strategy
but hey
Life is not always green too; sometimes its work.
Jesus......: He didn't die on the cross,
because the man doesn't
kill the light...
Lennon.: Imagine if not
there was heaven, where
Would John be...
Politician ..: he doesn't live,
real life...
writes plays and
he represents them...
Monalisa: I don't recognise if
she was pretty,
or was not... lived
enter to be and
I'm not... the same as
Shakespeare...
GOD.. ; He's not faithful...!
never was...
man invented
this mess...
GOD is above
Besides, GOD is most...!
We are thread of light,
so God made us...
One day we will be one...
(Alkas)
"The Pure in Simplicity"
the love thieves
all in syncronicity
shoot silver kisses
like bullets
penetrating
the pure
in simplicity
pretenders
sit at your table
feast on your losses
never your wins
now...
acrostics..
they swallow,
whole heartedly
it's kind of like medicine,
your everything,
your sons
and your daughters
and your
fresh fresh brains
those scrambled
they're just
small, simple
sacrifices
in the bent
larger scheme
of things
they call you
the Devil
but you’re just
a shadow
like a
pilot fish
attached
to the other shadow's
missile mind
sharp jaws
razor teeth and tongue bite
blood plumes, pretty,
fingers tap dance
they move with the music
they write…
while
the mind
is off on its own
let’s pause
for a second, a decade,
okay, for a minute -
others say
"wow, babe
you are no such thing..."
exclamation mark!
the jury turns
besides themselves
always besides themselves
to usher in
the other shut out,
outside the story
the unmentioned
other one
in
that one
that remains
hidden
works
at Freedom
…
that one,
so not
interesting, could be,
absolute pure fiction
like the purity
hidden in Truth
like a child taken
it's a rippling
fishpond being fed
morsels drifting
dissolving
crackers,
cheesey nibbles
the truth
in everything
like an aspirin
placed softly
on the tongue
swallowing Hell
poetic
cool
simplicity
bells ringing
like a win
like a sale
like a sail
like fair winds
pushing the
freedom wings
behind me
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas, 2023
alternative title:
The Hit List ;)
No. 1.
warm season greetings
as always;
warm, like closer
to where you don't want to go ... ever -
but it's inevitable
more than likely ;)
On a table for two
I see an open love letter
Besides that lay three roses
Two champagne glasses standing
Besides a bottle of champagne
Around them are scattered round chocolates
I hear a romantic song softly played
That throbbed my heart as I listen
The light atop the table adds romance
It was special to see in every eyes
It's solemn, waiting a pair to occupy
Not far from where I sit two people came
One in tuxedo, one in fashionable dress
Oh I see, I smile to see a pair smiling
As they seat that prepared ovedue table
Was meant for two romantic love birds
I giggle as I sip my champagne looking at them
Oh what a night to celebrate Valentines!
On many a morning walk I’ve seen this lady up ahead…walking in the streetlight’s glow
but she’s always been too far away…for me to say hello.
Besides walking in the dark the last thing I want to do is give someone a fright!
So…for the longest time we’ve passed each other…like two ships in the night.
But the other morning…at the same time…we passed under the streetlight’s glow
and, as we shared a smile, I had the chance to say hello.
Our hospital is just up the road…she was wearing scrubs…and as we started to converse
my mind, being as sharp as it is,…I deduced she was a nurse.
Our conversation was simple…she told me to have a nice day…I said…same to you.
but as she started to walk away I added, “And thanks for all you do.”
A smile lit up her face…it was as if the sun rose early that day…
and I swear a detected a little more bounce in her walk…
as she turned and walked away.
I’m always filled with gratitude on my morning walks…
I like to thank the clouds, the moon the stars….the breeze…
I’m thankful for the flowers…thankful for the trees.
Over the years…as I’ve waked through the seasons…
winter…summer…spring…and fall…
I’ve had many an opportunity to stop and thank them one and all…
But this morning will always be special to me…
because as my normal gratitude I dispersed….
there in the glow of a streetlight….
I got to thank a nurse.
And what makes that even more special
is, to our mutual delight,
now we’ll be two ships that smile and say hello
as we pass each other in the night.