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Posted on Christmas Eve, happy cuz Trump soon leaves
America finally gets a reprieve from the lies he weaves
Well, pardon ME if you disagree, but he's one and done
He's been pardoning crooks, murderers, daughter & son
giving the phrase, "Who let the dogs out?" the answer
It's the narcissist who infected the country with cancer
It's time for a celebration and Happy New Year to cheer
A new President will reside in the White House next year
Trump will have to vacate his throne. It's been conferred.
No fraud took place or election rigging. That was absurd!
Joe Biden will be moving into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Uniting our country without Trump's drama and ballyhoo
What a poor example he's been as a leader; head of state
America was better off before he said he'd make it great.
Move along with your counterfeit tan and puckered mouth
Take your cocky kids with you as you putt your way South.
Let's hope once he's gone, out great nation will soon heal
with a commander who can keep our ship on an even keel
"Trump's descended into madness," "He's lost his mind"
Recent headlines that his supporters will claim are unkind
but considering the mess he's made of many vital issues,
the only sympathy I can offer them is a box of tissues
The oval office will need steam cleaning and fumigation
No portrait of him to hang. Let him take that to litigation!
It's reported Trump is headed South, to his Florida estate
His new slogan, just released: "Trump 2024 ~ DONATE!"
He's spent more time golfing than acting like a President
His Mar-a-Lago neighbors don't want him as a resident!
The worst possible fraud committed in the last four years
is the fake role he played, condoned by Republican peers
It won't be smooth waters for a while because of the scum
he's left behind; that shameful man, that do-nothing bum
America has been stumbled from each inept Trump blunder
pitting brother against brother; he's ravaged us all asunder
He once said the world was laughing at our great nation
The truth is they laugh at him; a presidential abomination
Well thank God they left. Nice local sports bar; I sat close to an elderly man, probably 80 years old, and a younger guy that was his son, as I gathered from their conversation. The old boy kept an even keel and decently good humor throughout; he was used to it; the allowances we make for close family; or no use to fight a battle now. Much of what the son said bounced off and ended up on the floor, like water off a duck's back, and thank God for that too. I was instantly irritated - the constant patter of vacuous suggestions from the son as to what the father should be doing in his life, what he should do differently.
Just look at him: the old guy is fine, you can tell just by seeing him. But the son, ah now this was worthy of a stage character, the slight build, the receding hairline, the pencil-thin mustache, a mousey look overall, even rat-like, with furtive eye movements and almost constant physical twitches, he must fear silence indeed to have the need to fill it with such drivel, if not telling his father how to improve his life, he was proclaiming his own shrewdness and ambition, such prowess we rarely see, to joke about it - ah, when the truth is that he's a 35 year old in a job that would be barely good enough for a 20 or 25 year old. When you have to go on about it so, we all know it's not the truth. I never once snorted, or caught the old guy's gaze and rolled my eyes; I stayed within myself.
Maybe it's just me. Really, how bad could it be? Well no, it's not just me - any sane person would be inwardly cringing, massively, fighting the urge to run screaming into the night before the younger man's words induced brain cancer in them. What a world....
But I suppose that at least a little bit it is just me.
walking is defined by how one travels on one's feet
walking in itself can be an easy task to complete
but when the environments troubles the ground on which you trod
walking is no longer easy but can become quite hard
walking on troubles waters Jesus went out to meet the boat
the Disciples were so fearful that they thought they were seeing a ghost
the storm had arisen and the boat was in big trouble
but Jesus was now in place to take on their struggle
the storms of circumstances will roil the waters of your life
the hurricanes of financial and economic strife
the tornadoes of your personal life and job situations
the tsunamis and the monsoons of everyday complications
we all have a desire to sail down calm and quiet streams
but life has a way of going from one to another extreme
storms will come into your life at times when you least expect
but as long as you're with Jesus there's no need to panic and eject
walking on troubles waters is not an easy thing to do
but it's less of a problem if you trust in God to guide you
so stretch out your hands to Him when you do step out of the boat
and believe that the Lord Jesus the Christ will keep you afloat
just don't look down and walk without any doubt
and know in your heart that God will work it all out
when the waters are flowing and easy you can walk on an even keel
but when the worries and woes make waves it's time to let God take the wheel
when walking on troubles water you need to have a big faith
and trust that the Lord Our God won't let you fall on your face
walking on troubled waters during the storms of life
knowing that the calm will come if you just trust in the power that is Christ
See-Saws - (First Poem posted on PoetrySoup, 08/04/2014)
What playground does not hold the magic lure
of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
in ups and downs: the hard thump when he lands
and surging thrill of bouncing up again?
To know that when he's hit that lowest low,
it's followed by a swing to new heights when
he'll know once more the joy of that plateau?
In contrast of the see-saw truth is found,
for truly, were it stable, it would bore
the simplest mind; for only from the ground
does grandeur of the heavens make its score.
For only in imbalances we feel
the balance that keeps life on even keel.
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In Response To My First Poem
Yin and Yang
Just as a see-saw's motion, up and down,
echos the yin and yang of heaven, earth;
these complement each other, turn around—
like dark of night becomes the new day's birth.
All seasons here on earth their balance keep,
along with oceans' rise and fall of tides.
The yin and yang, the ebbs and flows must sweep
throughout the universe—become our guides.
The ups and downs along with highs and lows
in our own lives—imbalances we feel—
are yin and yang which we cannot oppose—
that balance which keeps life on even keel.
But sometimes balances can be unfair
when dark of yin can linger, bring despair.
We pray see-saws can rest awhile—prepare
to longer bask in yang of life midair.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: A Response to Your First Poem
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 09/30/2015
I first noticed a change in Climate,
When my shoes started to outlast their laces,
Which I thought unusual at the time,
As I had come to think of it as an unwritten law,
Probably one of Murphy's,
That shoelaces were never meant to outlast a pair of shoes,
And shoes were built with the shoeshine boy and the shoe mender in mind.
About the time I realized that those rules no longer applied,
I felt the chill in the air,
As a new broom and a new wind were swooping down on us.
But just in case there is time for the change of climate to be reversed,
I take the laces that are now still as good as new,
Out of the shoes, before I consign them to another growing mountain,
That no one is prepared to climb,
And save them in case I come across a pair of shoes,
That will outlast their laces,
And possibly become a link in the chain,
That we can use to pull the world and its climate,
Back on an even keel,
Especially if someone who appreciates shoes that last,
Sees merit in encouraging a mountain of near new laces,
By making deals with charities to create the mountain,
Instead of bringing more new ones onto the market,
And helping speed up a change in climate.
Or alternatively if that does not come about,
My saved shoelaces will make handy ties for the bags of shoes,
I will need to dispose of that are beyond repair.
Either way,
I feel better for having pointed out,
That if we make enough small $1 savings to the good,
We could give the world it's badly needed,
Trillion-dollar makeover,
So we can all make do with smaller waste bins.
It’s again that time of the year
When words bandied are ‘Love’ ‘Romance’, and ‘My Dear’
Question popped is,
“Will you be my Valentine’?
No, nothing wrong in it
That’s fine
But to find ‘genuine’ love
And not to be scoffed
Take advice from…
No, no Love Guru
But someone who has gone through
The Valentine charade
That Love parade
Yep, someone like me
I assure you
No consultation fee
Both of you may think
‘We are made for each other’
But just look around brother
See the fun
Everyone’s under the same impression
So, don’t be fooled
By the Valentine feel
You need not paint the town red
On the contrary
Ensure your relationship is on an even keel
In case of incompatibility
Rid yourself quickly
Give her up for good
And don’t say, “If only I could”
If you follow this
You’ll be in ‘permanent’ bliss
Keeping yourself out of harm’s way
For example, let’s say
The snorting father
And the charging mother
If you be both judicious and bold
You are sure to hold
Your own-
Her skin
As well as your bone
Turn to someone else
Let your charm sell
See that your new partner oozes love
Addresses you as
‘My Dove’
Remains with you
Through thick and thin
Above the Valentine din
And before I close
Do you have any questions to pose?
I know what’s passing in your mind
You want to find
Whether it’s my ‘Valentine experience’ which speaks
If it is this
What you seek
Well, only the wearer knows
Where the shoe pinches
So, the matter that clinches
If for someone’s love
You don’t pine
You’d never write
Such silly lines
Vera Selena (Osburn) Hinshaw (June 4, 1935 - July 19, 2018)
We bought our house on Judson Street in nineteen sixty-seven.
Though we endured many vicissitudes, you made it pure heaven!
You loved everyone and everyone loved you, that's for sure!
Your sweet smile and gracious southern charm added to your allure.
You were a stay-at-home Mom who in our girls took great pride.
You mentored them to be the ladies they became and was their steady guide.
You made sure we went to church and the girls attended Sunday School,
To adhere to God's Commandments and abide by the Golden Rule.
With wonderful wit and great insight you kept us on an even keel,
And with tender and loving kindness, all our hurts you could heal.
So many cherished memories you created during the various holidays,
That became family lore and traditions earning our eternal praise!
You were a creative cook who took pride in serving delicious food.
The aroma of supper simmering on the stove always lightened our mood!
Eating black-eyed peas for good luck on every New Years Day,
Seemed peculiar to this Yankee dude but we still observed it anyway!
We relished the times just reminiscing by the fire sipping mugs of joe,
Or watching glorious Colorado sunsets with our family on the patio.
Thank you dear for your love and care - for this we were very blessed.
You truly made our 'house a home' (to paraphrase the poet Edgar Guest)!
Written in collaboration with my daughters Leanna and Leslie
I’ve been down this road
So many times before
I often wonder if at the end
Will there be an open door?
What seemed to be
What I thought once was
A hopeless dream, in fact
A totally lost cause.
Is now actually a series of events
Coming to fruition
But in a more peaceful, loving
And different rendition.
Is this my chance to try again?
To set things right with my life?
Or is it just a visualization?
Of what could’ve been perhaps an insight?
Only time will tell as the
Fragmented pieces fall into place
Making a difference and a change
In my life as the memories give chase.
Being sure to keep up
Not ever to be missed
But yet called upon at a moments notice
So I can reminisce.
Whenever I feel down and out
Like I lost my friend,
I can reach back into my mind
To smile and laugh once again.
You see, that’s the thing about
Memories both good and bad
They will always be there for you
Whenever you’re happy or sad.
They level the playing field of your mind
Keeping everything on an even keel
Especially those times when
You’re not sure what or how you feel.
Life is full of ups and downs
As well as trials and tribulations
It’s up to us as individuals
To know when and how to set the stipulations.
When we reach that final chapter
And the last page has been turned
You can stop, look back and say
Wow, this is what I’ve learned
Now take this and share it with everyone
Even those you may not know,
So we all as individuals and
A collective will continue to grow.
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Living your life with no emotion is so much easier when you do not feel
Giving little for what you get, no tears to shed; now you're strong as steel
You've built a wall, keeping people out.
Don't let anyone inside your protective shell.
Push the one's you care for away.
Don't let anyone in your man made hell.
As life rages on, unbearably cold, with no chance of getting warm
You walk through this world like a man among men, untouched by the storm
You can dance with the Gods and reach for the stars
Put your ship on an even keel
You can discover a universe far from your own
But you can never let yourself feel.
There is safety in solitude, quiet, secure; no pain when you do not conform
You can sail this world on a sea of madness, untouched by the storm.
Tears in your eyes are a sign of weakness
A sign your foundation's unsound
Curse at them; scream at them until they go away
Then cry when there's no one around.
Don't trust a soul. Don't let anyone in. Be hard. Be true to form
You can march through this planet in the swirling snows, untouched by the storm.
Your heart is a rock. You feel no pain in spite of the wounds you acquire
Your soul is immune to sorrow or hurt. You can stand in the burning fire.
Now the wall is gone and the ashes smolder, making the night seem warm
You awaken at last to find you're alone, untouched by the storm.