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If a pickle brings a paddle
To a party in the fall,
And the court is colored umber
And it looks just like the ball,
Would you relish the cucumber
Who was forced to make the call,
Or the dill-ettante not worth his salt,
Who knows no rules at all?
Or that silly little gherkin
Who suddenly got hot,
‘Cuz that dink into the kitchen
Was his bread-and-butter shot,
And the pickleball had landed
Somewhere near the center line,
But all the little gherkin did
Was to brine till he got fined?
If they played it on the sabbath,
Is it kosher for a dill
To slap that little gherkin
And to tell him just to chill?
But the classic was that Vlasic
Who was spying on that sour,
And they caught him with the cornichon
A-peeping in the shower.
No matter how you slice it,
If you relish it or not,
I don’t need to embellish it,
That spicy sour was hot!
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for the It's a Pickle Party Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 09/07/2022
Line of inquiry:
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
Long ago I was not the girl I am today
lost in wounds and self inflicted sorrow
I was a worldly ghost in a a sea of pain
with no recourse to love, no not at all
Merely existing in a fast track Universe
I worked and slaved all day and night
never seeing the lantern light of God
that beamed towards my wounded heart
Then one day the good Lord found me
in a lost and found box of mere pity
Oh how I longed to exude love again,
the way I did when I was just a child
Dropping my ego like a ripened pear
I let go and clung to the only love I knew
a mist of compassion wrapped me softly
and I knew then, that I was healed.
I never will forget the day
my world came crashing down
It happened out on highway 6
just right outside of town
My wife and I were headed home
after dinner and a show
When a truck who crossed the center line
gave me nowhere else to go
When I hit the ditch doing 65
all I heard was Tammy scream
Everything around me slowed
like I'd stepped into a dream
We must have rolled at least 6 times
though I'm sure that it was more
Then I asked my wife if she was hurt
as I opened up my door
If she answered me I couldn't hear
for the ringing in my head
So I came around to check on her
and realized she was dead
It'll be a year tomorrow
when my life came to an end
I not only lost my wife that day
but also my best friend
But tonight we'll be as one again
of this I have no doubt
As I place her picture on my chest
and the barrel in my mouth
My final thoughts upon this earth
were of the only love I found
Because I never could forget the day
my world came crashing down
6/21/2001
Swirling smoke and tobacco cheeks;
leave no glass on the patio. Plastic
water bottle filled to the gills with butts.
children don’t care -
off
in their own world. generation gap
is apparent as one grows
old. Young
will carry on. What will the world
be?
I breathe, I sigh, I hold my breath;
eventually,
I inhale secondhand smoke, and try
to reach, teach, inspire
these kids, but I can’t reach them, so I
pray.
The laughs, the jokes, loud rock, the moods
of one generation down; one
to go.
Perhaps, I’ll linger for a while; follow
grand pals, see where life leads them.
Certainly
strange on this side of life. Dear dad
doesn’t care
anymore; I can see that.
Paddling
the ball; pingpong
for all.
It is where we meet in the middle,
on
the center line - dividing net.
Sidenote:
pool is a free for all. splash.
Line of inquiry:
“looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn” - Unseeking Seeker
My future self is a river running.
Time with no end is the course I run.
Things I learned from youth have either
been tossed ashore or absorbed
within my deep waters.
Storms I have endured.
Somewhere in the
middle of
my long
life
I
began
to transform.
I grew deeper
and deeper from all
my experiences.
I am flowing closer now
to the ocean of my rebirth
where I will merge with all God’s rivers
in the bright dawn of his abiding love.
Line of inquiry from unseeking seeker:
“I am not the body, which is but dust
I am not fickle and limited mind
To whom then comes the feral of lust
Or for that matter, thoughts loving and kind”
To Whom Does This Come?
We are God’s children
made in His image,
each of us with infinite powers.
Of what we are exactly capable
we cannot truly know.
We are spirits in time’s limitless flow.
Upon our birth on this earth,
we have no recollection
of where we came from and just who we are,
but spiritual gifts were given us
in another realm
which in distance from us seems so far.
If we open our minds,
God’s light can find us.
Wisdom will come if God’s love we embrace.
Then we shall know to whom all things come
It’s to us, His children -
saved by His grace.
Line of inquiry:
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
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There’s no guarantee of winning if you put your hat in the ring and have a go.
But I tell you now you’ll definitely not win, if you don’t have a go.
Now I have been around a while and met all sorts of blokes.
I’ve met the ones that are down and out,
And I have met the ones that held their head up high and were too good,
For the likes of blokes like me.
The sort of man who wouldn’t give a pretty girl the time of day,
If she said G’day.
I met one such man not that long ago. He was quite miserable.
Sitting on a park bench, tears running down his old cheeks.
I asked him if he was OK.
He said to me "lad, I am a lonely old man, life has passed me by".
He sat there in a fancy suit, for sure it was worth a pretty quid or two.
He wasn’t a down an outer, looked like he might be rich.
He told me of his life, I was right. He told me of his mansion,
And his fetish for buying classic cars.
He mentioned that he had never wed, had no son and heir.
That’s when I asked him, (I thought it only fair) ,
Just why he hadn't taken a missus.
He tells me, that he didn’t find a woman good enough,
Not that he had really looked.
He said he was quite a catch in his day and sent lots of ladies away.
He always thought one special one would come and sweep him off his feet.
Right there I had to interject, He had the whole thing wrong.
Its you mate, that should have done the sweeping.
Women expect it you know. You find the one you want ,
Then you present yourself up for being at her beck and call.
Flowers and perfume and jewelry if you are rich.
Not doing that is why you were left in the ditch
That’s why you have no loving woman or a family full of kids.
He says to me, "Lad ,
I wish I had met you when I was young
I wouldn’t now be so sad.
I wish I had".
The road
It stretches out before me,
the yellow center line
holding my attention.
It tells me that humankind has tried
and made its mark known and imprinted here.
But from the woods, the trees stretch their trunks angling across the tarmac,
A canopy of leaves umbrella across the lanes
dropping leaves upon the blackness,
The colors blend the black macadam
into reds and yellows and greens.
The sun etches streams thru the branches down to the lines
and flows around the bends.
the road disappears and nature reclaims its place
If only for the moment, the world is clean and pure again,
alive with living and life.
Squirrels and birds clatter in the trees and brush,
running and racing thru the leaves.
A truck rumbles in the distance.
Everything suddenly scatters
and man leaves his mark
yet again.
Line of enquiry :
"God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma,
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste.
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart.
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste.”
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Youth was so easy. Simple good health Simple spiritual views.
All else uncomplicated Follow His word, decipher it as you choose.
Breathing is continuously taken for granted, there was no dread.
We put blinkers on a horse so they only see straight ahead.
That’s what it’s like being young and coffee was an acquired taste.
As the years go by good health must be nurtured and paced.
Spiritualism becomes ordained, his word was set in stone.
The blinkers were off, and all life encompasses was fully shown.
Coffee is enjoyed readily with each sip it is evident that delight,
Comes from within. He has bestowed this pleasurable incite.
Does my pleasure, please Him, is my ambrosia His?
Now in the twilight of my years, Health had faded and is as is.
Spiritualism strengthened, breathing isn’t nearly as easy.
The coffee tastes even better, as he rewards such as me.
With even more to sing his praise than when young and lean.
And it’s He who gives firth of the aromatic flavour of the bean.
He who takes each breathe for me, he who dwells with my heart.
He wakes me each day to overcome health issues for a new start.
I surrender my pleasures to the one that is with in me, good and kind.
For its He that since a babe in arms saved me when I was blind,
Its Him that made me taste, touch, smell, feel love, live and see.
As I sip each wondrous cup of coffee flavoured with a little whisky.
Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
The heart that pulsates within, we can touch and feel
Mind, unlike heart is an entity invisible, but can feel and heal.
It is a secret domain where resides qualities like love and hope,
Not tangible, can’t be seen even through a Laparoscope.
A thinking heart may endlessly reason and debate
But a feeling mind is one where love and empathy conjugate
An ideal man is not one whose heart is made of flint like stone
But a man with an intuitive mind, repentant and is ready to atone
He can sense the suffering of others, their joys and strife.
Through his empathy and compassion, he enriches life.
He may openly show his vulnerability to cry and mourn.
But know, it is within a feeling heart that love breeds and is born.
He holds on tenaciously to the faintest glimmer of hope
Finding ways to stay firm and in every situation, ready to cope.
He is able to handle things before his heart starts violently beating,
With hopes of fresh tomorrows and new innings, awaiting.
Life, being a never- ending tortuous and hazardous journey,
Through curves and bumps, God guides. He alone is our attorney.
When our soul is linked with love, we scale the heights to God’s presence,
With heart and mind integration and beatitude, feeling His essence.
To God’s Consciousness, when our mind thus rises weightless and pure,
In that moment, we feel truly blest, and from all vexations find cure.