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Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other"
Anton Chekhov
After a hectic stressful day
Some time for ourselves every day
Doing that which gives joy in every way
Few moments of happiness and gay
Every one should pursue some passion I say!
Hobbies keep boredom away
Passions drive stress away
When sad passions provide a way
They bestow joy without delay
Every one should pursue some passion I say!
When passions become profession and pay
Our work seems like a play
We are exhilarated full day
Success automatically comes our way
Every one should pursue some passion I say!
When body is aged, hairs are grey
When our strength does betray
Our passions like morning sun's ray
Prevents darkness and dismay
Every one should pursue some passion I say!
Childhood, kids should not fritter away
For nurturing talents set aside some time every day
Pursuing extracurricular hobbies keeps them gay
Boosts self-confidence in every way
Every child should pursue some passion I say!
Some love music, some in painting feel gay
Some love sports, for some in poetry happiness lay
Inner joy keeps illness at bay
Advantages of hobbies do outweigh
Pursue some passion without delay!
17th March 2021
I've seen her there, most every day, rocking on the old front porch
She lives alone, I've often heard....she must get lonely on her perch
She watches the world passing her by...seeing her there,...just makes me sigh...
Sometimes I'm on my way to town, ...sometimes on my way to church
She's called out a word...inviting me in, ....but who has the time...? I'll just grin...
And wave a little....and then...I'll pretend I hadn't heard....is that so unheard of??
Well! Good grief....you see....I have things to do...important dates!!
Too much to do that cannot wait!!
If I were to hesitate...even for a minute...walk through her gate
Well...heavens to Betsy!! I might be late!!...
No...I couldn't stop.....! But I'll wave and smile....For heaven's sake!!
No time on my hands, to simply fritter away!
So I pass on by..don't miss a step....Don't look back, feeling no regrets!
It's my day's journey...I really must scurry...I hurry away, not a backwards glance
Perhaps another day...then, we'll see......Perhaps another chance, when I'm free...
But then....oh dear, how would I know, you see, life passed her by,
And when it was over....well....."that was that!"
But my ears still ring out...from her calling me "Please come in and sit a spell"....
Well.....I must not dwell...what is past is past...
Yet......I don't understand....what's the matter with people??
You see.....I've been rather unwell.....under the weather....Oh, ...it's a bother!
I'm too sick to go out, ...too sick to walk....but no one will stop to sit and talk
What's the matter with people??? Don't they care??
I called out to a friend...but she went on her way....she passed on by
Like I wasn't there....
Why doesn't anyone care??????
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Inspired by Paula's word contest "PASS"
Heaven will be whatever you make it, you see
Dog-catchers down here will chase dogs up there
Hog-butchers on Earth will slaughter hogs Upstairs
You choices down here
Seal your Fate up there
Look before you leap
If you'd ascend Heaven's stair
Spend your day texting, twittering, playing video games
Consecrate your energy to evanescent fame
You'll fritter away the Divine in your name
Spend Eternity in pursuits quite lame
Visit the sick, give alms to the poor
Love the stranger, the widow and orphan for sure
Extend them kindness, mercy, loving care
Continue your Heavenly work ~ in Ethereal care
When it's all said and done, when the race is run, when your time has come
Your abode in Heaven is what you create on Earth -- and then some
August 22, 2018
recognition that cause of agitation is stagnation
fear of freedom keeps us in ego fetters bound
resonation with love offers instant liberation
desires birth thoughts as cause and effect
manifesting our here and now earth life reality
why blame destiny if quality of desires be suspect
conditioned to believe we are merely mind body
we fritter away our life in pursuits self-serving
animal urges fuelling thought forms shoddy
in our dying moments we feel deep remorse
realising that love alone real which we stifled
contemplating thus we yet shift not our course
knowing that joy eternal not in domain ephemeral
we yet strangely still choose to indulge therein
instead of reclaiming our divinity eternal
head and heart misaligned we suffer
melded with throb of love we are aglow
why then oh hermit do we choose stupor
silence and stillness unveils bliss magnetism
whilst thought spirals contract our being
illusionary are ego spawned chasms
awareness immediate and intimate
flowing with each heartbeat and breath
if we but vaporise lower mind in stillness sedate
16-April-2021
What Inchoate Flux (if Any) Preceded Timelessness?
Temporarily engrossed
with some routine
activity with aplomb
(such as dismantling
an atomic bomb)
every now, and
again these myopic
(brown) eyes regularly glanced
at the clock calm
lee aware of traversing,
thru space/time continuum,
for no apparent
reason, (or rhyme)
I suddenly felt damn
founded, and struck
with quirky query,
asper, whence upon
whatever revelation
did the passage of seconds,
minutes, or hours did ham
handedly become codified,
delineated, and etched
allowing, enabling,
providing humans
to fritter away life
in a traffic jam
hence, ewe may
cock head sideways,
or bleat me like a lamb
moost likely breaking out
[with the verse a ram...sam...sam
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A rafiq, a rafiq
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A rafiq, a rafiq
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam]
perhaps, now even
more so befuddled than before
by my challenge
to communicate,
vizier, i.e., whether ye har
sir man or ma'am
how the vista of
the past present or future
(oh...way before 'Nam!)
basically what conditions -
also oh yea,
way before Ram
mud Dan coalesced
to beget getting the
shed jewel for the tram
so as NOT tug git supervisor
to hit you with a WHAM!
Everything I buy to touch or taste
is made in China, made in China
leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste
is made in China, made in China.
From my pencils to my stencils
to the golden locks on my stylish lockers
all bore labels of 'made in China' in block capitals
and that explains thriving doorbell hawkers.
And for 'economical' me, stuff made in China
does hold a lot of frugal charm
Comes all the way from China, my granny's parka
About 'made in China' I've never had any qualms.
And because I don't intend to fritter away
hard-earned savings on any frippery
for 'made in china' alone shall my purse'n' pocket pay
and don't they play their part perfectly,
both my 'made in China' stereo and frisbee?
And all that 'made in China cutlery and crockery
is just as fragile and breakable as any other
All my life I've stuck to made in China stationery
and their costs haven't been any exorbitant so far.
L
I have seen latest High quality samsung Chinese cellphones
My TV a longlasting decade old, yes chinese Hitachi brand
You can wisely avoid debts and loans
purchasing brand new grand stuff from
the Chinese land
And then to my surprise I discovered
that many people both here and abroad
tended to buy things made in the land of the Great Wall
for similar reasons: esp they're easier to afford.
Ah, I don't like the idea of squandering away
or thoughtless wasting of wealth
No one could ever make a spendthrift out of me
For that would be unhealthy for budget health!
To refrain from prodigality and unfeeling extravagancy
'made in China' seems to me the solution
Let millionnaires make-believe that only the costly has quality
for I ain't gonna buy that pricey notion!
We are all born
To a world seemingly full of interesting diversity
But why do we slam each other
Instead of accepting and living together
Do we not need each other’s support, sometime?
When we slam others we forget
We slowly shut the door on ourselves
And stop growing except bloating in size
And wasting precious resources
Which are meant to be shared amongst all humanity.
Each one must grow to mature somehow
And learn to endure the adverse
And the idiosyncrasies of things around
That change constantly on ground
In a collective effort to blend human needs with nature.
Is anything permanent except history?
So why not make it memorable
For us and future generations to cherish it
And build newer avenues and rising ever higher
Through cooperation and mutual respect.
We need to knit a grand slam team
Of entire humanity
To go onwards and upwards
Like steel alloyed and put to steam
Whose frames do not corrode easily through time.
Alone we sure fall downwards
And perpetuate the differences
Those obliterate our collective achievements
For creation is difficult to achieve
But easy to fritter away on triviality.
Slam kills the feelings of care and love
Spreads hatred and scares the dove
Warmth of fellow beings brings succour
Allowing unimaginable feats to occur
So let us slam the slam, shall we?
Long nosed earthy bookworm knows 'bout Angler Saxon
Shell yours truly share hook line
and sinker, regarding how I nearly
fell prey to off fish shill
doom for umpteenth time?
Ya haint got no choice... to late,
cuz eyes already clicked bait,
though don't worry be happy fate
will find thee enjoying poetic tête-à-tête
rhyming Hors d'oeuvres
ain't no Shakespearean literary great
expert, nonetheless might interest
with special Labor Day rate
absolute zero charge courtesy
to mollycoddle principally
as figurative paypal pit tate
ting gently massaging your pate
anyway don't get doggies in a dimple
yawping personal ambition
of this doggone puppy not to create
literary accomplishment appraised great
merely to fritter away time possibly
unexpectedly, unknowingly,
unwittingly... titillate.
Herewith follows "FAKE" off fish hill
anecdote without wallowing
in self pity and deemed gill
tee of slimy overkill,
whereby fisherman seeks likes of me,
who favors lollygagging
within Brooklyn rill
frequented by Jack and Jill
ice cream in vain
when riled, poked, nabbed...
courtesy angler England Bill
unaware his carping cavil
never fooling this ever will
fill squiggly... d'ya phylum me?
As proud Annelida where trawler
(accompanied with boating mate)
blithely tosses yours truly into catcher's
reel tin can - grim fate
ah, but survival skills include
ability to regenerate
in thee event mine body electric rotate
headed, chopped, perforated, segmented...
evening, increasing, licking... odds
laughing to myself, which doth not abate,
cuz I outsmarted, thus aye state
with modesty if perchance just a sliver
lopped off, destiny cannot eliminate
opportunity not to agitate,
but rather duplicate, replicate
unisexual worman hood
without need to feign
being irate, thus
pretend to equivocate.