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anything could happen today
i mull and sift through
likely possibilities
rule out the unlikely
settle upon the most reasonable
as usual I walk
take a longer route
still pondering
how the day will unfold
unaware
of the passage of time
the day slips into afternoon
I am still speculating
planning eventualities
working out how to manage
the coming hours
time slips by unnoticed
it is evening
still anything is possible
anything could still surprise
take me unawares
I am yet more vigilant
watching for something
night falls
i ponder the endless possibilities
the odds of anything happening
tomorrow
Life is but a corridor, and death is the only door
whatever you take with you, is yours forever more
time is as a fleeting shadow, passing days are not perceived
when you realize your loss, it will be too late for you to grieve
A wise man foresees eventualities, and prepares himself in advance
while the fool pushes things off to tomorrow, and relies on chance
wisdom dictates that we should recognize, our years in this world are few
no man knows the day of his death, nor takes advantage, of his life to review
The soul, a piece of your eternity in a physical being, to you has been given
challenged by the tests in this world, for good or for bad, will your soul be driven
against your will were you created, and against your will are you forced to choose
alone you have the fortitude to win, or accept the consequences if you lose
Standing tall and full of faith, you decide to give it your best shot
you change your life for good giving up much, and never forgot
the truth is of great value to you, because you acted upon it when you knew
only what you have succeeded to overcome, in the end will belong to you
We've come a long way... Remember: You are not alone. You are safe and protected. You are loved and cared for. You are worthy. You are blessed. Take care and stay safe.
Memories from 2020:
This poem / these lyrics can be viewed as being words from a higher power, like God, or a loved one. Whatever you believe, know that you are not alone and that there is someone there for you, always. Reach out and connect if you need help or someone to talk to. Stay safe. Be well. Blessings and best wishes. Hugs.
I am here for you
By Michelle Morris
11/08/2020
I am here for you -
Whatever you need, or
Wherever you go;
I am here for you,
And those words
Aren't for show.
I am your strength
When you feel like you
Can't carry on;
I am your rock,
To cling to or stand on.
I will save you from
Life's stormy seas,
And help you build
Bridges to
New eventualities.
I am here for you -
Come night or day,
Rain or sunshine;
I am here for you;
I'll make you feel
Free and fine.
I am here for you -
Please know it in
Your soul;
I am here for you;
Here to help make you
Whole.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Between day and night
my quiescent hub
Eve and dawn slow-
dancing in the soft pause
Views are hazy
lazing in the mellowed rev
Eventualities curb
as harmonies merge
Chords dark, soon creep
in a discordant sync
overpowering the light
dimming melody’s halo
Menace seeps deep tones
droning thru a dream
Packed disharmony!
Wolves snarling sharp
as they watch
singular beams of aurora
nick and sear,
jarring woods from deadpan
I grieve the briefness,
this escape from me and i
Over the calm,
life calls away its woo
(8/7/2022 Inspired by Gymnopedies I Contest)
Our Final Dance with Death
One way or another in this life each of us shall end up,
In that final dance of our life—that dance with Death.
Some shall experience this dance routine earlier in life,
Whilst others shall follow later in the course of a life’s run.
Hope, faith, courage, and a spirit of love may help each of us
To cope with the expected final eventualities from this dance.
It’s oft easier to wax philosophically about someone else’s
Circumstances with Death’s spectre rather than our very own.
Ultimately, one’s faith in Almighty God is the eternal power
Far beyond our death that beckons all of us to His Kingdom.
And so, this final dance with Death is our transition from the
Mortal Coil as our souls ascend skyward into God’s Kingdom.
Deus est qui regit omnia—and we are one with Him in the end.
Deus miseratur, Deus vobiscum—Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 12, 2018 (Couplet)
Eventualities don't apply to me
(I can dream)
no matter their presence
in the mirrors of reality
Always one step ahead
though the shrinking distance
haunts
like the miles left for a Tesla charge
eventualities be damned
A proud GTO once sneered
at the pitiful jalopies that
soiled the curb
a roaring young engine
never once to glance at
those left behind -
the defunct riffraff
that Pontiac replaced,
now, their value measured only
by the thump of a
Mecum gavel
The showrooms now occupied
by "green" Prius's
and other hybrid youths
who sneer at discontinued
glutinous appetites
While the GTO,
like a deserted lunar excursion module,
waits for the next Apollo mission -
still
I've learned to celebrate today
until my "jalopiness" overcomes me -
eventualities be damned!
Believing Covid has to be
a plan hatched by humanity
hoaxing a deadly disease
To which we've no immunity
One to see our freedoms cease
or fraud shaping economies
controlling all within a peace
One rule for all in all countries
Means you think it is mans creation
A vast fictitious fabrication
toward desired destination
benefiting every nation
A theory of simplicity
controlling all submissively
abiding voluntarily
united in a unity
But in its practicality
A paradox of boundaries
to have planned actualities
Bound for eventualities
This simplistic conspiracy
a variable complex mystery
Which in all probability
a near impossibility
Covid's true seems much more likely
when conspiracies weigh lightly
and the truth shines logic brightly
whilst conspiracies end blindly
The hypnotic thrum of the wheels
Drumming smoothly along the tracks
Inside the early morning hush
Broken by the rare stifled cough
The casual rustling of a newspaper
And the whisper of sporadic conversation.
A body slumped against the window
Business papers being scanned
Earpieces inviting oblivion to the outside world
Anxious glances thrown at watches.
The driver whistles quietly to himself
Glad that soon his shift will be over
Trees ,bushes,houses and bridges
Slide past,silent observers of the passing scene.
What is that?He stiffens
The crucifixion shape on the parapet
The manual did spell out such eventualities.
Uselessly he slams on the brakes
He glimpses the inward looking eyes
The body glances off the windscreen
The brakes screech and squeal
And the acrid stench of burning flesh fills the air.
The sickening jolt throws
Everyone awake.
Time grinds to a halt.
Walkers gather throughout the year
In Keswick, Ambleside and Grasmere
They come to walk the fells
No matter the weather wet or clear
They travel from near and far
To follow the maps of Mr Wainwright
Who walked these same fells in the past
And left a memorial to follow aright
They are many to choose from
Helvelyn, Helm Crag, Catbells and Skiddaw
That’s just a few from the many
You have all kinds in which to draw
Be prepared for all eventualities
Good boots waterproofs ect. are a must
So are water to drink and food to eat
Then looking upwards in prayerful trust
They also are captured on film
Featuring Julia Bradbury on DVD
To follow the steps of dear AW
Giving hope and inspiration for you and me
poetgord
This poem is about our inability to avoid eventualities. The sooner we can accept them, the sooner we can prepare for them. In the darkness is where the light will be revealed.
You were born, and like it or not, you're going to die
don't claim to be human, if you lack the capacity to cry
by wasting time, this precious of commodities goes lost
only as life comes to an end, you understanding its cost
A poem with a vision, control the fear, make a decision
when surrounded by doubt, you anticipate the collision
by coming face to face, you're forced into a confrontation
always finding yourself rushed by others, your frustration
That light at the end of the tunnel, thinking where it can be
but more often than not, a mirage is all that you really see
trying to transform reality, but life is only a merry-go-round
until you meet your soul, then existence becomes profound
This world is about foreseeing eventualities, that's where we're all headed
whether for good or bad, the choices we make will forever be embedded
no secrets exist in the world above, and much depends on just what we do
so look forward in making the right decisions, and those merits they accrue
How deceptive we humans are, passively content with maintaining our status
until we're put to the challenge, and in need of all that emotional apparatus
there's simply no escape, so we must face the music, learn to accept reality
our ultimate demise has already been decided, death is an absolute formality
So live for the present, and focus on the good waiting for you on the road ahead
while never forgetting, there's plan and purpose in all the good that you spread
rejoice in life and in all the good that you do, as your Creator awaits your return
destined to find true happiness, a happiness that only yearning souls can discern