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I face a big dilemma,
Is active life better than retired?
In active life, social ties thrive,
Conversations flow, stirring hearts and minds,
In retired life, tranquility retreats,
Fewer interactions, cherished with ease.
Active sports push boundaries, energy like a fiery spell,
Retired sports are leisurely, golf swings, fishing trips,
Time slows down, stress finds its resting place,
Both paths offer joy and grace.
Thoughts gallop like wild stallions, ideas and dreams to find,
Active minds, ever seeking, intellect unleashed.
Thoughts perch like wise owls, memories dance in peace,
Retired minds, wisdom shared with humble grace.
Active and retired, balance in life.
Live the active present, welcome the retired furure.
April is here
Spring is getting kicked in the next gear
Leaving is winter basically a whimper
Giving way to life’s beautiful day
Like the New Testament said
The cold of sin is dead
Started as a biblical wish
Friday is the day of the fish
It was Peter’s business that was a blessing
During a time that man was confused due to the world needing to do some confession
A seafaring trade he was giving that was his living
Get a catch in the net
Then sell it without any regret
Next week sweets and colored eggs
Will be reprieve to the fish that is ready to beg
“Don’t fry me in a pan while sitting on the sand enjoying getting a golden tan”
Said the cod against the angler mob
“It’s time to leave the surf for the beef stuffing itself eating the turf”
Mentioned the nice piece of bass avoiding the bait being cast
“That is a nice plan,” agreed the human, “We could start Easter Sunday pulling the leg of that little young lamb.”
“Sacrifice you must and as they say in America ‘In God we trust’”
The devil ray reminded after the trawler could not find him
Remember this thought during Passion Week
It’s interpretation one should seek
When understanding humanity’s meaning
Giving up the debate that uses arguing and screaming
During this break feel honesty’s power that is great
Allowing relaxation and reflection on life with a loving mate
Being the closure that makes everything straight
The sun is slowly going down and sinking out of sight
The sky begins to darken as it turns from day to night
With no full moon to light the way a spotlight way up high
For this will be the longest night before the sun lights up the sky
I climb into my bed to sleep ~ relaxing I feel calmer
As listening to my radio to a good old fashioned drama
And as I very gently start to drift towards the land of nod
I dream I’m on a fishing boat in which I catch a cod
The sea is getting turbulent with waves so high and wild
But it’s only me inside the boat and I am just a child
I hang on tightly to the side, the boat begins to flail
How scary being tossed around ~ the wind becomes a gale
I fear that I’m about to drown
The boat feels like it’s going down
The fish is still alive so I return him to the sea
So he can see another day and breathe again like me
When suddenly a celestial voice calls out from up above
The voice comes straight from Heaven
A Guardian Angel full of love
Then slowly I begin to wake but still I’m in a panic
I know the boat did not go down ~ unlike the ship Titanic
I look upon the clock face and see to my dismay
That just an hour has elapsed it’s not a brand new day
So alas it is not morning ~ still night time here instead
And no longer feeling sleepy as I rise up from my bed
I go into the kitchen to make myself a drink
And as I wander half asleep I then begin to think
Unlike the ship Titanic my small boat it did not sink
But even though this was a dream I won’t return to bed
Drifting into peaceful slumber upon my couch instead
Written 2017
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“If a picture paints a thousand words
Then why can't I paint you?”
Bread 1971
Married 41 years. Hmm let me see
If I can make 1000 words can come to be
It was a Monday in November 1983
From behind the machines my eyes did see
A beautiful on lane 20 her ball to roll
I took the ball and put a note in the hole
As odd as it may be in the past it worked
You glanced at the note and mouthed what a jerk
Six months have passed and still no date
Was think my time was done, it is too late
June 11 of 84 we found ourselves Dennys Bound
Wonderful but my wallet at home, you sat not making a sound
Way to start a relationship, you moronic dope
Any chance at love you pray and hope
Flowers on your doorstep calls on the phone
Persistent to then end to bring you home
Take your son fishing off the motel steps
Getting him to like me was my best bet
To my amazement it worked like a charm
But I really liked Jimmy so I saw no harm
July 26 of 84 in your back yard we took our vows
My heart filled with love I could only think WOW
May 1 of 85 our Jayme was born
My life filled with love lets sound the horn
Forty-one years I’ve made many mistakes
Your heart filled with love you found little hate
I sit outside and look at the sky
Asking God to please tell me why
After forty-0ne tumultuous years
Why is this woman I love still here
OK GUESS BREAD GOT IT RIGHT
243 WORDS
PUNKIN I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY
Its not always what it looks like,
my insight sometimes bases things
on perception, so @ times I get big head on things and
fall victim to my own ******** no half steppin, you see
what other ppl see is, me having it all together but little
do they know I'm a Christian because I'm weak so don't
allow my flesh to decieve thee, he redeemed me so
believe me when I say
I'm no better than you I just try wit all my might to live by
the spirit and not conform to, the ways of this world, I
don't always make the right decisions In my past I
rebuked some Holy women but, in my eyes @ that
moment that wasn't the fish I was fishing for my eyes
seen some things that I didn't think I was ready for but
unto him who is able to do exceedingly and abuundantly
revive me from this cardiac arrest throw me a blessing I
don't have room enough to receive yeah honestly you
know I need, want, & desire but let thy will be done not
mines all praise & honor to the Sire
I've got a dish of killifish
I wish to eat that silly fish
Baked, or fried in peanut oil
Roasted, dried, or let to boil.
Make me a star-gazy pie
Take me to the Catfish Fry
Lead me to the China Sea
Feed me hermit crabs and brie.
Help me out with rainbow trout
Salt and thyme and wedge of lime
Filet of sole, or snapper red,
Served up whole, or just the head.
Meals of eels caught on reels
You're the star with caviar
Butter clams served with yams
Can't say no to salmon roe.
Tuna eyes baked in pies
Oh so daring pickled herring
In the lurch for snails and perch
Ring the bells for cockle shells.
Canned sardines on toast with greens
Sturgeon, sprat, and stuff like that
Grouper, pike, that's what I like
Smelt and bream that make me dream.
Cajun shrimp for my new pimp
Lutefisk and lobster bisque
Flying squid and yellowfin
Silver carp and capelin.
Give to me a plate of oyster
Eat them raw, that way they're moister
Tilapia and tiger prawn
Eat them 'til my hunger's gone.
Hake or krill would be a thrill
Bass and shad will make me glad
Tasty crappie makes happy
Give a nod to Greenland cod
Oo! I'd like a northern pike
Barramundi served on Sunday
Grouper, alligator gar,
Halibut or no cigar.
Amberjack atop hardtack
Pan-fried kipper for the skipper
Mackerel, tasty as hell,
Lox and mullet down the gullet.
Kokanee or marlin blue
Arowana, bowfin too
Bring to me your soups and stews
Sing for me the dogfish blues.
They arrived in rusted cars and ancient trucks.
Slugged blue-collar champagne from coffee mugs.
Playing one-eyed poker with calloused hands.
Laughing like jackals -cussing like burning crabs.
They solved all of the world's many problems.
Through unfiltered thoughts and whisky logic.
Smoking Swisher Sweets while nodding heads.
Agreeing between puffs and silver nods,
That a godless world is better off dead.
The next morning, the sky was hungover.
They tallied tackle and fired up grandad's Evinrude motor.
That night, they gazed upon God's waning embers.
Enshrining lost lunkers and the ghosts of old friends.
Sunday morning, they slowly packed up paradise.
Hand-me-down tackle and one-eyed smiles.
An angel in the shallows waved them goodbye.
Down a dirt road they drifted away like misty skies.
The following year there'd be one less from the caste
In a sacred place they laid an old fisherman's hat.
The beach where people
Hangs out to relax, the sea
Exuberant and inviting
Cleanse people dirts
And purify distressing souls
The sand, so white by time
The waves, never ending
Back and forth to the shore
Today, the beach cajolled by
People in walks of life
In beautiful swimsuit and trunks
Adorned with colorful big umbrellas
Medium size tints scattered in the sands
Everyday, the scene is over and over again,
I see no more privacy, it becomes a business
I wonder when the beach become peaceful
Just like before where you can have your own
Contemplation with nature and have a simple
Fishing adventure at the shoreline.
It's just a dream for me right now
No one will tell how it is to be back then.
I stared out at another sunrise,
After one more sleepless night;
And i thought about the man i am,
And wondered if im alright.
I skipped a stone across the waters,
And made a wish or two;
And silently asked my creator,
If there was more that i could do.
I met a man there fishing,
With no fish within his pail;
But he still wore the biggest smile,
And cared not his fishing failed.
I asked him if it was worth it,
To go home with an empty string;
He said its always worth it my friend,
For who knows what tomorrow may bring.
So i applied this to my own life
And found there is nothing wrong with me
For tomorrow just may bring blessings
which today i cannot see
So i applied this to my own life,
I found there's nothing wrong with me;
For tomorrow could bring blessings,
Which today i just cant see.
Carl Fraser
"In this new world
Corvid
I no longer go to a public or private school to learn. I don't sit at desk in a room in this new time in this new world. I can no longer play on the playground with the boys and girls. I cannot go to the library and check out books work on a computer in this new world. I can no longer eat in a restaurant with my family and friends, can no longer to eat lunch or dinner there. In this new world I can't play in the Park Until Dark Can't sit on the beach go fishing at the lake or rivers. in this new world I cannot visit Grandma and Grandpa. They may be sickly and I don't want to catch what they got or they catch what I have. I am immuned to this new life. NO! I'm not in this new world the breath that I got was given by God. Man through sin and unsanitation's I diminish my reign in this new world of disease and germs. We should go back to the Leviticus world . We should eat that that is clean. The food that God has ordained we should eat all natural. Should give up this Tyranny. This ungodly reign in this new world. Just me and my family in the same house free, but yet not free in this new world Corvid"
In this new world?
Is Corvid my new destiny or reality ...
5/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020