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Along with other assorted mail, I received the telephone bill today.
I thoroughly examined it and discovered much to my dismay,
A bewildering assortment of taxes, fees and sundry charges.
It seems that with each passing month the confounded list enlarges!
A new fee was added called "The Low Income Phone Assistance Fund."
This was perplexing, leaving me thoroughly outraged and stunned!
Am I paying for some kid to play games and text on his cellular phone?
I'm donating seven cents for that outrageous fund - more than I condone!
I'm paying eleven cents for something called a "Facility Relocation Recovery Fee."
I suppose that goes to support another superfluous government entity!
Six bucks is the usurious rate I pay for the "Federal Access Taxation!"
Access to what, I ask? I sure would appreciate an explanation!
I'm assessed a dollar for "State and Federal Universal Service Fees."
All these taxes, fees and surcharges really put me in a squeeze!
There are more county, state and federal taxes on top of all of this.
If new fees aren't added next month, they'll surely be remiss!
In evaluating my monthly statement I've come to this conclusion:
The government, phone company and public utilities are in collusion,
Hiring hordes of MBAs to concoct taxes, fees and charges ad infinitum!
I reckon that's the cost of owning a phone - alas, we can't do without 'em!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
"When God closes a door he opens a window."
Quote - Unknown
my nest became empty
not because my child graduated high school
and went off to university
graduated from that
got a job in another city
fell in love and got married
my son never saw the blue sky
I held him but twice
once dead in my arms
and then to place him in his coffin bed
where his bones will lay for eternity
my husband and I took apart his lovely nursery room
donating everything to a woman's shelter
mom, I asked do I return the gifts to people
after it was empty we closed the door
and we wept holding each other
my husband took it very badly
sinking into a deep depression and funk
I could not pull him back
he was slipping away from me and our love
one winter day
he crashed his car
and now my nest was empty forever
I will never know for sure if it was an accident
but, I still love him and will always
now, what
alone the walls crushing in on me
the memories wanting to bury me
lost in a dark hole of nothing
I could not live like this way
so I went home to my parents
I went back to my original nest
my old room
to the love only parents can give
and one step at a time
oh yes, it took lots of time
now, today, I have a new nest
full of the things that I love
and a sweet little cat to love
will there be more
well, only time will tell
Who is this man who rose to sudden fame?
Captain Tom Moore is his official name.
A Yorkshireman who called a spade a spade,
Young Tom became an engineer by trade.
But turning twenty, life was put on hold
As World War 2 had started to unfold.
He joined the Duke of Wellington's platoon
And rose to rank of Captain pretty soon.
In Burma he opposed the Japanese,
And when his duties finished overseas,
Returning home to Blighty, there are tales
Of motorcycling sprees across the Dales.
Throughout the years he'd somehow found the knack
Of reaching out and trying to give back.
Which prompted the idea of raising cash
By giving daily sponsored walks a bash,
Donating funds towards the NHS
And thereby his deep gratitude express.
Despite these trying times he brings us cheer
Encouraging us all to persevere.
We heard him with determination say
'The sun will shine and clouds will go away'.
So on his hundredth birthday let us toast
A Yorkshireman more spirited than most.
29.04.20
Thomas Moore, known as Captain Tom, is a former British Army officer known for his efforts to raise money for charity in the run-up to his 100th birthday during the 2020 coronavirus pandemic.
Living a long life can be at times trying,
when people you've known are moving on, dying..
Eventually we all come to the end of that road.
It's best to get prepared, not just be that squashed toad..
Larry passed from lung cancer from his years in the navy..
Karen died of cancer too, of which she fought most bravely..
My dad went peacefully while he was asleep.
Micheal left while on the toilet. Good grief!
Be by accident, disease, or so-called natural causes, how
does one prepare for the "d" day that befalls us?
1. Be a good scout and prepare for the unseen and
pay close attention to your personal hygiene.
First responders who will arrive on the scene, much
prefer a fresh corpse and one that's mostly clean...
2. Before fate propels you to heavens gates or up
to the skies, get those finances in order and try
to downsize.
3.If your blessed with a good ticker, consider
donating a body part. Some one out there whose suffering
might possibly need you're heart.
Death is the ultimate climax of life so be prepared to eliminate strife.
Annette Arnold had recently left college
And was thrust into flimsy dating realms;
She grabbed pen and paper to describe
Top-choice dude of her fanciest dreams.
Dashingly handsome and of complexion nice,
And gallant gait akin to quaint legends' knight;
Sainted for inventive hare's monstrous brains,
Whose vast wit tales eternalize in folios white.
Certainly wielding humongous fiscal sway
At glance to dwarf mythology’s Midas' turn;
Brandishing glitzy wads as any moguls may,
Ever copiously donating all yet lacking none.
Life tenant within fame's flashiest abodes
Where prince and duke sure habitat have,
And king and princess choicest liquids sip;
Where queen and gods fine victuals serve.
Never must such his hallowed mistress
With betrayal's faithless mischiefs afflict,
Defiling indelible vows in his loyal troths,
He’ll steadily love whatever woes persist.
And so first to hit her with resistless lines
Was one William Watts imbiber of wines;
Neither that dashing handsome nor wise;
Faring far from afore-hinted pigment nice.
After wee-witted Williams’ charming vibes
Popped Ronald Riveter from politest tribes,
Known for most arresting manly physique;
Sorry stranger to Midas’ coin-clinking trick.
When Bernard Belmont's pics were seen
He looked plain and of disposition mean;
Unacquainted with idolized royalty’s fame,
Unadorned with duke's resplendent name.
And last Jason Jay did his mistresses vex
If records past might reveal lovers' specks;
His faint affections as whims rose and fell;
Sundering divinest troths as irate exes tell.
Searing decades of pen-and-paper wait
Nabbed no Knight of heaven-hewn trait;
And so did choice-wiser Annette Arnold
Award meek Martin Monks her aisle nod.
Cosmos’s Scumbag of the Week Award,
For the first scumbag,
Of the week award
We had two worthy contenders.
The runner up is
Is the congressional representative,
Who felt he would send out
A friendly message
Of peace and goodwill
During the Christmas season,
He had his whole family
Standing by a Christmas tree
Carrying military assault weapons
With the caption,
“Santa, please send more amo”.
Santa should send the family
A note
": For your display of Christmas naughtiness,
I am donating ten thousand dollars
from your bank account,
In your name for each victim
Of gun violence this year,
200 thousand dollars
Thank you for your generous donation,"
The Republican congressional
representative from Kentucky
Did not apologize for the lame
Extremely tasteless and offensive
Not even saying
That it was just a lame
An attempt at a joke.
Tweeting that he had stirred up
A hornets' nest
But it was good
To see the leftist so upset
And he would do it again
Saw nothing wrong with it.
Yet another Christian
Who shows his adherence
To Christian values,
By violating everything,
Christ stood for.
Not doing what Jesus
Would have done.
And did it just
Before Christmas
right after a horrific
shocking shooting
at a school.
Until next time,
When we will award
Another scumbag
Of the week award.
Quote by Dandapani:
A man who prepares for war invites war/A man who prepares for God invites God
War And Peace
I am not ready to strap a grenade to my chest
for the sake of more power
Nor am I ready to kill my fellow man for the
sake of pleasing my Government
I am not ready to die so that I could know
which side of the fence I didn't blow
War and Peace, a silver knife ready to be used
Once side butters organs for evil doers full of hate
the other, the cockles of a compassionate heart
I rather die in peace donating my parts to love
then in a merciless cruel way such as war...
How about you, how do you wish to die ?
Every person on this earth
Is different from their time of birth
Rare and special qualities
Make us all new and unique
Hair of black, brunette or gold
Accents in our stories told
Thin or fat-- short or tall
A quaintness will run through us all
Green eyes, brown or even blue
Contact lenses-- glasses too
Outgoing, nerdy, even shy
Everyone that we pass by
A man, woman, boy or girl
Contributes something to our world
Like a smile on the way
To brighten someones dreary day
Donating food and clothing too
Helps families who can't make it through
Inside everyone there is
An angel that is being hid
Waiting to come out and fly
On golden wings so they can try
To help a stranger or a friend
Never knowing in the end
Our differences all come together
To make the lives in this world better
I had the strangest dream the other night.
Thinking I could help my city's plight.
I wanted to donate something they could use,
So I offered them a deal they couldn't refuse!
I dreamed I inherited an enormous amount of cash,
And rather than fritter it away on useless trash,
I wanted to give pleasure to our dear citizens,
And provide them with numerous and colorful denizens!
Approaching the city council with my idea,
I thought my plan would be a great panacea.
But strangely my proposal fell on deaf ears,
As one by one they relayed to me their fears!
All I proposed to do for my fair village,
Was to donate flocks of pigeons with fair plumage.
A unanimous council gave me a thumbs down,
And I was unceremoniously escorted out of town!
They told me what I could do with my scheme,
And that was the end of my inane dream!
Next time I'll be more selective with my bucks.
Maybe I'll consider donating dozens of ducks!
Relationships are special
Where break ups are rough.
The reasons you loved them
Become why you leave.
A special bond shared,
Destroyed from the roots.
You become haunted
By what you both shared.
Where once lay adoration
Turns to resentment
Of two souls who
Once promised each other the world.
You can’t hear your favourite song
Without thinking of them.
Every place that you go
Is tainted with their scent.
Dancing in the rain
Is now too intimate for you.
When the sky pours,
You no longer feel happy.
There’s the absence of clothes
In the other half of the cupboard.
Only your shoes
Sit in the doorway.
Your regular waitress
Hands you your coffee.
‘It’s on me,’
Said with pity.
The taste of your food
Is nothing but bland.
He took all the spices
That belonged in your kitchen.
The bookshelf is empty
And you don’t know why.
There’s only one book
But you were the reader.
It’s highlighted and marked,
With notes in the margins.
You’re donating it;
It hurts too much to read.
There’s no food in the fridge—
But that’s a lie.
There’s food in the fridge,
Just too much for you.
The milk is expired.
When last did you drink?
He was the coffee person
Every morning at six.
You stare at your phone
With an unintended hope.
It's not going to ring;
He won't be calling again.
You tear off the poems
Lining your bedroom walls.
Toss out clothes
You have no reason to wear.
(They’re too big anyway.)
Your hair is too short.
Bob to your chin.
It makes you look old
And the blond doesn’t help.
Your roots are showing,
But you can’t wait.
You just want to dye it.
It wasn’t a look you wanted.
You find your face wet,
Lay in the cold of the bed.
You’re alone
And nothing will ever be the same.
Inspired by 'Cut my hair hair' by Mico.