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When you are amidst the chaos
and you just have to watch the mess
Tell me then that you are a sapien
if you were patient enough to not lose your peace
When you have to walk miles
and your shoes just got tore
Tell me then that you are a sapien
if you were courageous enough to not stop
When you are upto something progressive
and luck ditched you
Tell me then that you are a sapien
if you were determined enough to start over again
If you trusted someone completely
and they shattered it into pieces
Tell me then that you are a sapien
if you allowed yourself to trust someone again
When you loved someone deeply
and it was all one sided
Tell me then that you are a sapien
if you didn't abuse and still in love
When you helped someone out of the blue
and they didn't thank you
Tell me then that you are a sapien
if you did not make them count
And out of all the emotions you witnessed
if you were still laughing heartily
without the lines of stress on your forehead
Tell me then that you are a sapien
And yes i will believe you
Because i belong to the same specie
proving my existence as a sapien.
Memorial Day 2025
Soon Memorial day will be upon us once more,
And unhappy memories of the past will be excavated again.
My younger Brother was a highly decorated soldier
rising to the rank of Master Sergeant in his twenty-three years.
He did four tours in Vietnam and each time he came home
I could see a change. After he retired he just drove away
from the house one evening and never returned. For thirty
years family searched the internet, contacted the Army and once
after a family death we had to send our letters to them
and they in turn forwarded them to him for his signature.
We had no family problems or ill will at all. He abandoned
his family and his four children also. He just chose to
live alone for whatever reason. Only God knows why.
Another brother who had cancer couldn’t sleep one night
and thought he’d search one last time. He found his name
in the obits where he had died that week and was in a
mortuary in Texas. I contacted them and was told
he had a power of attorney and would give her my number.
She did call and I assured her that we wanted nothing that he had,
Just his ashes to bring home to the family plot. She first
said it was a go. We made plans to leave the next morning
but she called back and said after talking to her man he said
no and ditched his phone. She said his wishes were to be cremated
and ashes scattered on another soldiers grave.
I had shadowboxes made for his children as well as self.
But I tell myself there are tens of thousands of cases like this
or worse. I don’t know why things were like they were. War is
about self preservation. A soldier can’t undo, or unsee, or forget
the stench of war. They do the things they’re told to do in
defense of this great country. This Memorial day I will be
mindful, That “all gave some, Some gave all.”
Tom
I have an addiction I could't see,
Until I tried to let it be.
Couldn't believe where it took me,
It shook the core of my belief.
May I have some relief,
PLEASE!!
I'm Sorry I was a thief.
It was causing so much grief,
I just wanted a piece of what they had,
I was treated bad and was always sad.
I never had a real dad.
Everyone followed your path,
Stealing my sense of worthy,
It hurt me.
Took so much of me to see,
Why My friends ditched me.
Now I am sore,
It was hard being poor.
I don't want you anymore,
Just settle the score,
I don't want to be,
Addicted to money.
I'm going through withdrawal,
Who do I call,
I gave it my all,
In the end I feel so small,
Sorry about the fall,
It was a really tall wall.
I almost made it too,
Now I'm calling out to you,
Money can you hear me?
I was told you are energy,
What are you all about?
I need to find out,
I'm shouting horrible things.
Meanwhile greedy Kings,
Stealing our dollars,
Creating chaos and wars,
And little to scholars.
Can you hear me hollering,
I don't know if you care.
But they are using you wrong,
I SWEAR!!
A letter was pushed through my door
The writing I’d not seen before
On the envelope it said ‘For Sue’
Written in red not black or blue
I opened it as Sue’s my name
Such vitriol meant to defame
But why had it been aimed at me
I just moved in just after three
The nature of the letter left me shaken
And I truly don’t like confrontation
There’s a knock at the door, I open it
But step back, afraid I may take a hit
A lady said, “I moved out yesterday
Please pass on any post my way”
I said, “Tell me are you called Sue
A letter came, I guess it’s for you.”
I retrieved the letter from the bin
Sue read it much to her chagrin
She said, “It’s from my evil Ex
I ditched him, life is so complex”
Sue came in and we drank tea
She had the same humour as me
Since then we became firm friends
So this is where the story ends
They met back in school when perms were in style..
Now they’re fifty-seven and wickedly wild.
A sisterhood forged in detention and pranks..
Now fueled by cocktails and cackles and tanks.
Derani and Adrianne? Soulmates for sure..
Joined at the hip and bonded by lore.
They gossip, they giggle, they drink in sync..
And dare you to challenge their best-friend link.
Then there’s Jacqui.. a goddess of stage..
She channels Cher’s drama, Eurythmics rage.
She belts out *"Believe"* with a wig and a strut..
Mic in one hand, the other on her butt.
Michelle may be small, but don't take her lightly..
Her shoulders are boulders, her grip is unsightly.
She once arm-wrestled a guy twice her size..
He cried, she flexed, and winked both her eyes.
Tracey’s just ditched a man full of crap..
She’s sipping red wine and plotting a slap.
She’s single, she’s spicy, she’s dancing on chairs..
Shouting, “Freedom looks *hot* — and I’ve got new wares!”
And dear Marlene, the host with the most..
Baby sis of Adrianne, proud to boast.
But don’t cross her vibe or you’re bound to regret..
She’ll say “ off” before lighting a cigarette.
They toast to the past, to the mayhem and men..
To surviving their youth.. and doing it again.
No filters, no limits, no shame in their game..
These queens of the chaos will never be tame.
Thoughts For Today
1-3-2020
By: Miracle Man
I gaze out the window at morn’s candlelight,
Observing nothing that might bring me dismay.
Soon the sun will be rising and birds taking flight,
As I search for words that my thoughts convey.
Life has been richer since I sought God’s favor,
He’s removed obstacles from the path I’ve traveled.
More than once He has been my earthly life saver,
While keeping my life from becoming unravell’d.
Once I ditched my thinking seeking sagacity from God,
HE began supplying all my needs leaving some unspent.
He brought me into HIS light from behind my facade,
Since then to his storehouse I’ve brought ten percent.*
*Malachi 3:10
Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the LORD of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that [there shall] not [be room] enough [to receive it].
*Malachi 3:8
Will a man rob God? Yet ye have robbed me. But ye say, Wherein have we robbed thee? In tithes and offerings.
*“The evil that man do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;”
Shakespeare in Julius Caesar
Self Love
Time has now dawned to start loving myself
After fifty-five years serving others
In public sector with love and passion
With striking sincerity of purpose
With deft devotion and dedication
With candid commitment and conviction
With integrity as the best friend
And holding honesty in the right hand
As inscribed in the contours of my fate
Irrespective of who`s at helm of state~
Serving at diverse rungs of the ladder
From the lowest steps to the highest stairs
Caring for the health of the public purse
Sinking in the sea of stark stagnation~
Carrying bricks to rebuild the country
To make the land a better place to dwell
For all, heedless of caste, colour or creed
Regardless of tints of flags they brandished~
Oft stuck between the anvil and hammer
Serving as screen against storms and showers
With the shoulders burdened with heaps of loads
Some times to the detriment of my health.
Now ditched down the deep well of oblivion
By so-called friends, envious of my seat
Who used me as props to climb the ladder
And nestle themselves with safety at ease
As ravenous wolves in sheep`s clothing
As lizards changing hues to suit their needs~
Such is the fate of the evolving world
Where one`s goodness is interred with one`s bones*
Or turned to ashes and sprinkled away
To sink in the solitude of the sea.
Now with hair turning grey and the bones lean
When moving hundred steps is a burden
When the body night and day pines with pain
I feel that during my long journey of life
I have turned my back to loving myself~
And now is the time to carve a small spot
In the corridors of my senile heart
At long last to grow the grains of self love,
But not to close the door to share with friends
Lessons learnt to brave the wafting wild winds.
My voyage of life has brought to the fore
Self love is not synonym of ego
But at day`s end a decent desired goal
To be myself with my stress, strains and strength
Just a solitary human being
Singular like a single shining star
Scanning the deep sea of the inner self.
Some people call me
Cutiepie, baby, I don't mind
I'm just modest...shy...
Yet...shirtless at home
Insecure and, yeah, alone
Ditched, drenched garden gnome
Compliments are good
Love getting them actually
Still misunderstood
Some people call me
Sexy or handsome, my dear
But, I'm none of those...
Chose to be humble
But, confident all the same
Good-looking crumble
My filling is fat
But, more to love - that cliche!
Little fuzz won't hurt
Ambitious always,
But I am generous still
Selfless more or less
I am a boobear
I have tons of love to share
Care to get your fill?
Care to get our thrill?
I'm also wise in my youth
A bit of a pill...
I warm up, you'll see
I'm worth it, far from priceless
Intelligence is key
Some people call me names -
Conceited brat with selfies
Still got the geek brains!
I don't like hookups
My passion is airborne flames
Eager for those 'ups'
I'd rather have you
As I cuddle you all night
Sick with dem luv flu
Hashtag flirt alert
It will keep you interested
Shucks, I'm an expert!
A brilliant British actor, Rik Mayall
excelled as a stand-up comedian,
and displayed fireball creativity
to inspire actors by his approach to sitcom.
A pioneer in the form of alternative comedy,
he tragically ditched another relationship,
eloped with Barabara to marry her
in a rather dramatic manner.
A successful career ended abruptly,
when he died suddenly of heart attack.
The death many considered unexplained,
for he had a strong heart.
It’s not known if he was prompted
by his friends who took their own lives.
He played in tragi comedy scene his last role
to be a member of the 56 club.
______________
September 18, 2022
Contest : Tragi Comedy
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
One day in mid June, in far off Rangoon.
The hand drawn baboon, a comic cartoon,
Was flown to the moon, by hot air balloon.
Then late afternoon, while in his pontoon.
A massive monsoon, blew like a typhoon.
He fired his harpoon, what's next! sometime soon.
4/ 28/ 2017.
( The last adventure of baboon continued )
With Mayday maroon, tied to his galoon
He ditched his cardoon, but ate the dried prune.
It was oppotune, with some good fortune.
He missed a sand dune, and surfed the lagoon.
Then with a soup spoon, rowed home to Cancun.
He now plays basoon, in some old saloon.
This was added after the contest was judged.
The first of May twenty seventeen.