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When I was younger I practiced meditation
Like clockwork, sitting twice a day
And sometimes all day.
Now that I’m older
Fatter, wiser, more stiff and tired
I still practice
But in the form of watering gardens
Feeding dogs and mowing lawns.
I’ve got these routines down
So they are mostly mindless
Which is of course the goal
Of all mindful meditation.
What are my experiences of accomplishment
You may ask;
A vision of rainbow-body flower blossoms
Amid a thousand shades of green,
A heavenly chorus of bird song,
A soft caress of Sunlight on bare skin,
And, not least, the joy of a pack of dogs
Fed on time, every time.
These are the simply joys of retirement,
The joys of a life slowed down
Enough to smell
And sometimes even eat
The roses.
(6/3/26)
cat and mouse life keeps me busy all day,
work late, earn some money so I can pay!
At work have a difficult boss to please,
when back home with wife, problem doesn’t cease!
weekends home should be for love rest and peace,
But have to do home chores can’t rest with ease!
two teenagers home are such a menace,
their day lost texting or fancy romance!
Friends invite me to a round of beer, golf,
but wife has ears on like a pack of wolf!
I dread weekends her mother comes to stay,
would saved problems, if her husband was gay!
look forward sometimes to game of football,
dog keeps company, my only true pal!!
why give up freedom to end up in mess?
hope against hope but problems won’t regress!
Written 21/03/2021
10 syllables each Iambic pentameter
Janice Canerdy sponsored
Rhyming Couplets contest!
rhymes checked at rhyme zone.com
I am a captive of these household chores,
Cleaning windows, wall and floors.
Fighting dirt all the way,
Until I am old and grey.
Up at 5 to start the sandwich brigade.
Pack their lunches and homemade lemonade.
All are up so make breakfast - bacon and eggs.
Little one wants to stay home - he begs,
Dry up the tears, all off to school and work.
Back to chores no time to shirk.
A mountain of clothes to be washed to remove the dirt,
Especially the lipstick on hubby's shirt.
No time or inclination to check if its mine.
Washing all finished, dirt came out fine.
Now to the washing up lets get it all clean.
Bottled detergent claims it will make them gleam.
Now to tackle cleaning each room
Trudge upstairs with mop, vacuum and broom
There's a lot more but I am calling it a day,
I do all this without any pay
My life is a constant fight against dirt and grime
and what will they do when departing this world, it is my time?
After fighting all this dirt, my future I see,
They will put me in a box and throw dirt all over me.
Aching hands, aged and scarred
Wrinkled, arthritic with callouses so hard
Knuckles swollen from times being broken
Now weathered and weak, quite painful to open
In days of youth, they used to pick flowers
From weeds in fields in warm summer showers
An offering for mother, to make her smile
Attempt to gain favor, a precocious child
They worked in the garden, cleaned game and fish
Chores of all kinds, when needed made fists
Championed me well at work and play
Pointed to heaven as I clasped them to pray
Held hands with young girls, pleasured some ladies
Which got me in trouble, then diapered some babies
Efficiently used for support and guidance
Tender for comfort and firm for defiance
Broken bread with many, friends and foes
Preachers, teachers even girlfriends ex beaux
Never failing me once, whatever the use
That is until now with this damn bottle of juice
an original poem from the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
You may not know today’s the day
Designed for being kind
So it’s a chance for you to pay
Benevolence some mind.
Get off your butt and give a seat
To someone who can use it
And smile at everyone you meet;
If someone scowls, excuse it.
With chores around the house, assist
And change to right a wrong
By calling kith or kin who’ve missed
Your voice for way too long.
Acknowledge those who have your back;
Boost someone’s self-esteem.
Encourage all to stay on track
When following a dream.
We shouldn’t need a special day
For all of us can spare
Some kindness shown along the way
So others know we care.
SOCIETY - OUR SOCIAL WORLD
To a little girl, a pink dressed doll and cooking-set to play
To a little boy, toys are guns and cars they say
I am not raising a debate- right or wrong, yeah or nay
Through socialization, they are taught to behave this way
Yarn of established norms, codes, values and mores
Spun with religion, tradition, culture, customs and chores
On which are printed motifs of economy and institutions
Mirror-work of magic, science, superstitions,illusions
Embroidery of kinship,marriage,family and community
To weave a grand functional fabric in a loom called SOCIETY!
Date: 27th September 2016
Contest Name-What Is Society?
Sponsored by-Ir0nic ZiNk
In the Movie
" lausia Seek Who Ah"
a Damesel in distress and her lover
are in a cave tied to the wall
with gold chaiins.
The woman loosenes herself
from the chains and stands
before her lover. Before they
could speak a Dark Bearded top hat
wearing man in a black cape
and tight pants appeared.
The woman began saying
"leave him be: you fouled person"
the Cape wearing guy began
laughing: "ha:ha:ha< you
refuse to tell him.
the golden chained hero guy
say's tell me what.
"Ha:Ha:ha!" She is my lover
you stocky freak
who's Disk Funk Cional and
seeks love in vain.
Pasion, he spoke bring yourself to me.
She stood and looked around and
staring the guy in the
face she walked to the cape wear villan
to stand beside him.
Kiss me might he crumble
in dispair.
She kissed him, and said
to thehero type pperson,
might you crumble that I
have not what you need
to be your lover.
"Ha,ha,ha" the villan spoke
and now she is my
vecson, might we be
vile together!"
I arose upon a morning, where the sun has used a brighter voice
A change in tone, with softer words, and has dusted off his better mood
The sun has said, 'good morning' and now I have a better choice
I'll sweep the doldrums, with the breeze, and shoo the clouds that brood
Early dawn was washed anew, and met the sun with drops of rain
to sweep the cobwebs from my brain, and clear the day ahead
It is not that I will grumble, with thoughts that dim the sun again…
Chores, for once, can wait awhile, while rainbows clear my head
I look outside the window ledge, and like what I can see
Those gloomy clouds are breaking up, while I sip a cup of tea
The frown upon my forehead, which was such a part of me
has disappeared, soothed away, like sunshine through the trees
The colors of a rainbow’s view, now chases blues away
The sun peeks in to say "adieu", and brightens up my day
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For Elly Wouterse's: Positive Sonnet Encore Contest 7/7/14
Aye
Fixated on
The stained
Glass
The sun rises, the night has passed, light peaks in
Through a translucent canvas the vivid colors are made
The smell of musk & perfume consumes the air
It's time they start the
Chores Songs
I need to Pray
Before I sing
Along, Bliss
Comes For
Those who
Are patient
And those
Who keep
Their faith
Blessed Are they
Who lost their way
May peace and love
Be your guiding light
May God protect you
With all his might
The sideburns of the Maples
Turned another color in early October
I look in my Roman bathroom mirror
Person reflected is a stranger to me
The green children
No more than sprouts finding their blossoms
Are impossibly older than me
More ancient than the planet’s lore
Poor last good kids
Hunched over and limping
Faithfully lacing duty to their boots
Strapping chores across their shoulders
They walk the cobblestone Earth
Knowing the truth
As a crown of thorns upon their heads
Anxiously crying
Father
Do not forgive them
For they knew
Exactly what they were doing.