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When doubts and drawbacks struggle in the mind
And certainty seems but a demon dream,
When the faith to love is what no-one can find
For even when asleep, the mind still schemes.
When darkness and defeat seem close at hand
And lights dim even as we pray for peace;
when wrecks and ruins rile the native sands;
When in this life we feel we've lost our place.
Then at the saddest depth we see the light
Surrounding with such warmth,with love adorned.
The path that seemed so wrong now leads us right
And in our hearts, warm feelings are new born
Within each storm there is a calm still eye
From there we see the fearful clouds pass by
The little old woman who lived in a shoe
Wasn't the SOLE owner
Apparently there were strings attached
Wow that was a real groaner
I have never been a big fan of archery
Too many DRAWBACKS, for me
Rookie pirates make terrible singers
Can't really hit the HIGH SEAS
For plumbers a flush sure beats a FULL HOUSE
And I'm not talking poker here
Have you heard about that origami store
The damn thing FOLDED it appears
In a room where the curtains were DRAWN
The rest of the furniture was real
“Love” means ZERO to tennis players
That didn't have a lot appeal
The butcher backed into the meat grinder
And got a little BEHIND in his work
Heard it before but it's one of the good ones
Let's celebrate and pop the cork
Do you know the real definition of a will
It's a DEAD giveaway
Whatever troubles we teachers undertake
We change you to truth from clear fake.
Teachers are doing work hard for your sake
Want you all to be like sweet and quiet lake
Whose water is drunk by all people in quake.
We teachers who work like an object opaque
Who stop harsh and heavy rain at daybreak.
We never care for our brain, body or backache
Whenever we see or feel hurt by your mistake.
What we expect from you is not any fruitcake;
But sincere efforts made by you for your sake.
Though sometimes you were beaten with stake,
It was solely for your own drawbacks to rake
So that I wished to make you well-known Sheik
Whom nobody on this cruel earth can overtake.
So have teacher’s respect for teacher's sake.
Whatever troubles we teachers undertake
We change you to truth from clear fake.
Today the Sunday special brief
iCloud online worship session, I did attend
(via remote support)
found me feeling pampered,
when adept technical support
didst figuratively bend
over backwards, thus aye defend
glorious, righteous,
and zealous Gurus who did expend
their religious fervor, without proselytizing
and sanctified dedication they proffered
as if this secular chap hapt tubby
a long time Facebook friend
diligently persevered amidst
my woeful yelping alarm
where bot sized wetbacks, setbacks,
and drawbacks,
required a secret char
which this netizen vaguely understood
as unfair be-tidings disallowing
thyself to purchase additional farm
ming out iCloud storage
in the deleterious harm
akin to buggy ah mush swarm
comprised documents
(painstakingly slaved over with zest)
plus sundry data necessitating mooch hoe
legal tender (probably every
last red cent of mine) to in vest
concerted efforts of
at least one expert to test
her/his mettle in an attempt
(dim prospect) performing an in quest
to retrieve valuable data lost amidst a nest
of inaccessible "lost" information
(bantering with computer
jargon more so jest
with no intention to "FAKE"
trumpeting minimal knowledge
judiciously impressed
upon thine fifty plus
shades of gray matter, at my be hest
expressing scant cumulative
disc cussing duff frag
minted understanding lest,
a personal goal
to incapsulate in poetic best
not abandoning frustration
with this Macbook Pro
cuz, positive experience
wrought with Apostles eye attest,
so rather then vent
my spleen in vein
hie desisted
to rage against the machine,
and tack toward being urbane
thus, rejoicing with a cherry,
hearty, and mighty byte hooray,
asper driving,
exercising, and foisting
gentle circuitry vis a vis
neurotransmitters and neuromodulators
nudging pull-ups
within cerebral terrain.
We all felt we were immortal
Nothing would ever change
As a child of the village with
Acres of fields to range.
All these years later
So much has gone
Meadows under concrete
As time has moved on.
Gardens occupy those
Once informal footways
So some old shortcuts
Are closed these days.
Most streets are signed
And have streetlights
Some of the magic gone
From dark winter nights.
The imagined invisibilty
Of roaming girls and boys
But always given away by
The chatter and the noise.
My old home and Forge Cottage
Modernised, knocked into one,
The forge yard now under grass
The farm machinery long gone.
As a listed building the Forge,
Restored, still sadly stands
In a no longer working village
Now mainly commuter land.
The shops now long closed
To me there’s sadness in the air
I feel no empathy or connection
With the folk now living there.
Those good old days
Were at times quite bad,
Nostalgia has Its drawbacks
But now I feel alone and sad.
Occasionally I visit graves
But very quickly move on
I belong only to its past
My village now being gone.
7/6/22
Finally found the way at long last
Ill happenings in headlines and on broadcast
At first I had problems that I never got past
One of many things I lost at
Failed to stay on that
At times I lost track
As well as contact
Issues arose, they rarely became compact
There was always fine print in the contract
In remote areas there wasn't a nearby off-ramp
A new day another gauze pack
The same can be said for piles of dog crap
Why is it that people always talk trash?
If it's too good to be true, it often has drawbacks
All around a continual undertow
Lord doesn't nor does my mother know
Due to the level of danger there was different color codes
Not like all these other clones
In another zone
Free the guys, bring our brothers home
Most times
Paying it all no mind
Never going to play both sides
By way of how the crow flies
When it's low tide
The chance is there, otherwise opportunity will go by
Why am I always drunk and so high?
Am I just an addict or have I been forsaken?
For a long time I've been awakened
I need it stirred not shaken
As well as a money counter for all the bacon
Still beautiful not misshapen
A world full of labels such as a pagan
No belief in god or satan
The same can be said for hell or haven
Go against me and mine then I react like Liam Neeson in "Taken"
Bring about your end with an iron maiden
Spring’s fading flowers
Worn down rocks on riverbeds
Trees losing their leaves
Is this growing old?
Is this what it is to age?
Not if you get there…
Spring’s perennials
The rivers water flowing
The trees budding leaves
The ones who fight age
Still lose to time in the end
The dance crude and vain
Those that grow with age
Gain wisdom, moments of joy
The dance elegant
Sincerely live life
Honestly love and be loved
Truly be happy
Unfortunately
Life’s lessons can be cruel, hard
But still there’s meaning…
Into the bargain
Life’s lessons make one stronger
If you choose to learn…
You have to grow up
But stay a child in your heart
And you won’t grow old
Age is the price paid
But the cost is no real loss
And profits are big
The wealth of your life
Is how many friends you have
Not how much money
The income, wisdom
To find your bliss in spirit
To learn, teach, live, love
Called the golden years
Some would say age is a curse
Really rusty years
Age has its drawbacks
The body starts to break down
The mind wanders off
Age is a challenge
Getting old can try your soul
Sometimes breaks your heart
Aging can be hard
Sometimes there’s sickness and pain
Loved ones pass away
Though we lose someone
They will live on in our hearts
Until it’s our time
We don’t know God’s plan
Sometimes we live a long life
Age is the reward
Cherish every day
Live your life to the fullest
Make good memories
Age is a gift from God
Wondrous metamorphosis
Like a butterfly
Grow old with your love
Are the best years yet to be?
The age-old question…
I’m tired of all the hate in the world…including mine!
It’s something I wish we could rid ourselves of….
So today a poem for those us, who for whatever reason…
have forgotten the true meaning of love.
The signs of love are all around us…present from the moment of our birth.
They greet us every moment of every day we walk upon the Earth.
Love can be invisible…like an early morning breeze.
You don’t notice it until it kisses your cheek…like the wind kisses the trees.
Love can be obvious…like when from across a crowded room your eyes meet
causing a smile to cross your face and your heart to skip a beat.
Love can be loud and colorful…like a sunset or a rainbow stretching across the sky.
It can be silent and more muted…like how rabbits do their talking with their eyes.
Love can be as loud as a roaring ocean…rising an falling in our heart and in our brain.
It can be as soft and gentle as an early morning walk through the fall of a misty rain.
Love can shine like the sun making our happiest moments… a little more happy and bright…
and even in our saddest moments love is there, like the moon to brighten our darkest night.
There is a drawback to love, however, for those of us who choose it…
and that’s the pain we’re going to feel when love is gone…or when we lose it.
It’s true that is a possibility…those who choose love must face every day
but speaking as one who has chosen love..it’s a price I am willing to pay.
So to those whose love has turned to hate…and like a hurricane of tornado can destroy
for those of you who have forgotten love’s beauty and power and joy…
May you turn back to those feelings of love…before it is too late…
for even with all her drawbacks…she love always be preferred to hate.
Because if you choose love over hate…understanding she may not last forever
and no on can ever truly own her…
You will depart this world with a smile on your face…
feeling lucky enough to have known her.
No Spotlight
No Stage
No audience
Straight out words
Life itself
Confusing and complexing
Drawbacks with a mysterious wonder
Sometimes impossible to bare
Forced possible to go through
Unforeseen
Death of a friend
Like a brother
Died in a car crash on Highway 707
Around Firestone Valley, car descends below in instant death
I weep
Crying river tears
Torn page ripped out of life
Discontinued Chapters never to see
Life seems unfair
How will I ever recover?
Wounds cut deep
Alone with my only soul to Keep
My mind thinks, but no true answers in how I will go on
Loss in my own demise of words
Thinking that my friend died in the flesh but lives in the spirit
Holy land soar
Feel alone with a lonely sensation
Yet, I am not alone as my friend’s spirit surrounds me and he is looking down on me
His death is a finale, but my heart will always remember
My mission to live on until my friend and I meet again.
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