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He has been sitting there for ten long years looking out the window of despair, what ails him I just don’t know, but it was time for him to go. Sadness trembles on his lips and smiles buried in the deep could not force its way to the street, and he leans on his own courage to get by until tears start rolling down his eyes.
His languishing days slowly pass by and all around him were obstacles parachuting to the sky, the angel of love did intervene but it left him heart-broken and stripped away from his dream; he moan and groan as the days passes by, watching the world going and coming and the bells in the cathedral tolling. Someone must have died for the crucifix was dominant in the skies.
It is time for him to go, for the money bag is running low, it is time for him to go so that the world can unwind from around him and the universe can sing. I knelt down at the alter listening to the old man’s sorrow, epitaph if a derailed dream, filled with chaos and voices he could not trust. Nothing that they do could console him, we watch the universe rages war in his head, but hope keeps telling him that everything will be fine.
His dream is to go away to a place where his heart will stay. He wants to go to the countryside in France or the German’s inland, but he fears the worse, for he neither have script nor purse but he wants to break-out and try something new and hope that his determination will see him through.
Help someone to say goodbye and give him all the help he can get from the sky. He is ready to go, but fears had him trapped in the middle of the show. You will meet with him this afternoon and ask him what he needs to leave that place and continue his personal race.
One provides the money, the other the food, someone help with transportation and the other accommodation. You will generate a team to do a job search for the job of his dream; you will send in the application and wait on the result from heaven.
You will help him to settle in until the job is forth coming. You will pay the monthly rent for him and cover all the expenses and monitor his daily living. Time is running by so help him before he dies; everyone must play their part to get him out of the dark.
Help someone to say goodbye before he dies.
I have a funny feeling.
It is all so unappealing.
The dollar's hit the ceiling.
This may send the markets reeling.
If the markets hit the floor,
Paul says we'll all be poor.
Oh, how beastly! What a bore!
But Peter's not so sure:
"Whenever markets crash,
it's time to make a splash,"
and, as Grandma used to say,
"There'll be another day."
It's time for an excursion,
not for worry but diversion.
Who's for cream cakes and tea in Ealing?
Earl Grey or just Darjeeling?
We'll have to mend our fences
and go easy on expenses.
On this may all agree.
It's always time for tea.
Written By: D. Collins 7/20/21
I don't live for today, but plan for tomorrow.
Should God wake me up, another day for Darrell.
Then, I start planning for the day after that.
Cutting expenses, while increasing my stacks.
Doing it early will cover the back end.
There'll be royalties, profits, and dividends.
Note the other $$$ I didn't even mention.
SSI will kick in, along with your pension.
In order to execute, you have to put in work.
Have tunnel vision, an low-crawl in the dirt.
It won't be long before a Command Decision.
Until it turns into a military mission.
If there's a target to be acquired at any costs.
Stand down for no one, nor take a loss.
I've got it in me to keep striving for good.
A Plan to ensure I won't live on cat food.
The abstract disease that doctors don't diagnose
to the grave, it has taken many without the attention of morbid anatomy department
Danger, daily in our community it poses
Marriages it has destroyed without any consideration for the expenses of engagement
The addictive demon has made those on the horse to lose popular applaud
And those on legs, their early grave
A disease of no drug, yet on it every day is spent thousands
Anger, a very good bad nature that comes with more disadvantages than advantages
It has been in existence for long ago ages
Nature found both in humans and spirits
No wonder even the Almighty did and still do get angry
Yes! Jesus as well was at a point angry
While it is an indispensable companion of humans and spirits
Good use of it then becomes inevitable
It is why it was said...get angry but sin not
After all, when the purpose of a thing is not known, abuse is inevitable
Telling you not to get angry is like pursuing mosquitoes to catch the one that last sucked one's blood
But note!
Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will forever regret
Act when angry and you will perform the best drama you will never want to see the replay
Therefore, get angry but with your sense of reasoning and not your emotions
Best of Luck!
ABSOL
Today here
Absolutely no fear
Gone tomorrow
We must now borrow
Expenses unforeseen
Ceremonies and meetings in between
Funeral Directors need money like candy
That life insurance not taken, would have come in handy
We troop in to contribute
Tea and bread to distribute
Last respects to pay
Hidden costs to defray
Life is terminal
The cost of death phenomenal
Spiritual gifts become active
Our faith in insurance, that reactive
They love to say
We leave areas grey
Total disclosure and utmost good faith
Read your policy we sayeth
Ignorance is intolerable
Without insurance life after, is unbearable
Have a vision, have a dream
Best served with life insurance, it would seem
I worked in an Insurance office and loved my job
But the manager was an idle fat slob
He’d put in expenses sheets for work he hadn’t done
And was out of the door in front of everyone
But I digress…
He asked me to call two people on the phone
Could’ve called them himself but I didn’t moan
When I saw the names of the people I thought it was a joke
Surely these couldn’t be real names of these unfortunate folk
One man was called Olaf Pratt
I saw his name and laughed at that
The second was called Mr Erdogdu
It made me think of doggy pooh on my shoe!
I picked up the phone to dial the first number
But I started to laugh, it was a real blunder
I was unable to call; all I could do was giggle
My tears flowed and how my shoulders did wiggle
I composed myself to try and make the second call
Pressed a couple of digits, but I couldn’t dial them all
For I started laughing at Mr Erdogdu’s name
I’d failed at my task it was a terrible shame
The boss came in and asked why I hadn’t called
When he saw I’d been laughing he was quite appalled
I was as red as a beetroot and had tears in my eyes
To me the names were SO funny, this fact I couldn’t disguise
Snatching the piece of paper he gave me the cold shoulder
I cringe at this memory even though now I’m so much older
Since then I’ve had friends with surnames of Moron and Looney
I’m glad I’m more mature now and not that lass that was gooney!
This poem really is based on true events but I had to make these calls on separate days and not together as in this tale … but the result was the same I couldn’t make these calls for laughing at these unfortunate names.
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My daughter posed to me a curious question.
She asked, “Dad, where do you get your inspiration,
To get up each morning before the rising sun,
And put your garbage collector’s clothes back on?
I know you told me about your years in the state prison,
And how that restricts the opportunities that you are given;
But there is not one single time that I can remember
You missing a day since I was born on the tenth of December.
And I would really like to know just how do you do it
Without ever complaining or threatening to quit?”
So, I looked at my daughter in her beautiful blue eyes,
And I tried to explain to her my reasons and give her my whys.
“Well, you see, eighteen years ago this beautiful baby girl,
By your dearly departed mother, was brought into my world;
And for the first time in my life, I had a reason to live;
So to this jewel I was granted, a little bit I could give.
With every garbage can I lift and empty into my truck,
I thank God for my job and giving me this luck.
So I give you this answer, and swear that it’s true,
All the inspiration I need, I get straight from you."
Now I sit with other parents in a late May celebration;
As my daughter and her classmates enjoy graduation.
And I watch with pride as she starts giving her speech;
As first in her class, my daughter did reach.
She ends her speech saying, “People ask me about my persistent study habit,
Well, my inspiration is my father, who taught me never to quit.”
Even with her scholarships, there are still expenses to pay,
So the next morning at 4:00 I start another work day.
by, Joe Flach
He's rode the rods from California to the state of Maine.
Long ago he rejected ordinary life with absolute disdain!
He loves the gypsies' life - he craves neither hearth or dwellin'.
Where he'll lay his head tonight, there just ain't no tellin'!
He travels in boxcars with bums and thieves eludin' the 'bulls',
That bane of tramps who'd just as soon bash their skulls!
He cares not one tittle about its routin' nor final destination.
Shucks! To him it's another all-expenses paid vacation!
He may choose to visit Florida to enjoy its balmy breezes,
Colorado, Texas, Wisconsin or anywhere he pleases!
He'll need some cash, though steady work ain't his style,
So he may head to Oregon to pick apples for a while!
He'll stop here and there for a repast of hobo jungle stew,
Addin' cadged onions and taters to that pungent brew.
On his bourne he'll look for hobo signs on every gate and pole,
That might mean beans and bread from some charitable soul!
He gladly forsook the vexations of a drab and mundane life.
Ain't no way he'll be saddled with bills and a shrewish wife!
He's content to abide by the hobo's uncomplicated code,
This free roamin' vagabond, this hardy Knight of the Road!
(25 April 2012)
No sooner do we get slapped on our bum
When it's time to pass through the gates
You know the ones, those real famous portals
Tell everybody you're gonna be late
Tell 'em please don't wait up, my friends
Got important business to tend to
Taking a very long trip and can't be reached
Unless we go together, me and you
A glorious trip above with all expenses paid
Stopping at times along the way
To look at the glorious blue green spectacle
Admiring the lush land we survey
We'll be more grateful seeing it from afar
Realize life was a pretty good deal
It's way ahead of whatever comes second
Though at times it's a bit surreal
Would have been nice to go around twice
Let me take a second to reconsider
When all's said and done, 'twas damn fabulous
Though we had to cross raging rivers
But as life goes flying by in a dizzying blur
Singing happy songs as we sail
Reaching the end of our amazing journey
We'll stay in touch by celestial email
The lady in red
Ah, Cristiane, so tall an elegant you are
Your dress richly red cost more than a pensioner’s yearly pay
Perfect your make-up; did you need help?
Ah, Cristine, you are so stern, a tanned gym mistress
wants us to pay our taxes on time, be modest in our pay demand
You are a Goddess and therefore pay no taxes
Ah, Cristine, I saw you once at Gar Du Nord in Paris, boarding a train
tall you were, among grey-suited men, deeply tanned your face
Your silk scarf is so colourful; who is your hairdresser?
Ah, Cristine, severely you lectured the Greeks squandering money
Demanding they pay promptly and save on social expenses.
The day you went for a holiday in the Bahamas.