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I am not going to talk gloom and doom any more
Did you ever think you want something
and when you get it
you don't really want it?
What?
Whatever
Did you ever say you want it?
How do you know you want it?
Think - does not make it happen
Say it - does
Do you ever do what you say?
See
Lol
Got you there
Do I like you or do I want you?
I haven't decided
I probably want you
Then I probably like you
I probably don't even know if I want you or if I like you
Talk about difficulties
My difficulties are vast - I am telling you
How far have you come?
Depends on who you ask, right?
If you ask me, I say you have not come at all
We haven't even started
Did you say you see tomorrow?
Why? Tomorrow hasn't come yet
But have you seen it today?
So talk about control
What did you learn today?
That I am not in control
You are not in control
Then who is?
Better take control
Or lose control
Ahh I don't want to do that
You probably will take advantage of me
Probably? - more like for sure
So who is in control anyway?
Better let God take control
He will take you where you want to go
Or is it where He wants to go?
But it's okay
I'd rather go where He is going
than where I am going
I am going to the John
Don't think that's where you want to go
Don't say you'll join me
It's a one woman business
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
Didn't I say it's one man show too?
Anyway that's what happens
when you go it your way my friend
Hope this helps!
I’m too crazy to be lazy
Or is it to lazy to be crazy?
Something I shall ponder
But for now, I will just wonder
With the thought of why
When I see the lady next to me
Wearing her mask alone in her car
With thoughts of COVID not being far
Submit and obey the fear
There’s a new lovely variant near
Even more deadly than the last
Makes the old Covid look lame
So, stand fast
We got more “dark days” ahead
Here take your vaccine and go to back to bed
We’re cooking up more fear for you to dread
This intense distraction is simply designed
To illicit a reaction
And keep us a fraction
Of what we used to be
Strong, United and most of all… Free
“Never let a crisis go to waste” was once said
A fitting epitaph for the masses of braindead
Eagerly awaiting more gloom and doom
While they cower in a “Covid safe” room
Sucking up the news of submit and obey
Guess what? You get to live another day
Because your safe and do what we say
LOL
Eric (and sometimes not)
This happens daily.
We are all in the lunchroom
Laughing and having a great time
Co-workers who truly like being together
When Miss Doom and Gloom Enters.
She is full of worst scenario stories, and she
Begins to tell them, not stopping for breath.
All conversation comes to a halt as she commandeers us.
We tried moving our lunches to other places in the building
But alas, she always finds us, perpetually talking,
Never listening, and she has high drama daily.
We have dared to interrupt
But it works in no way
For she continues her stories, as if no one else has spoken.
It is trying, to say the least.
I sit alone in my room, eating now,
Hearing her incessant rambling through the wall
For she is loud too.
(alternately titled “How art thou dear reader?”)
(Inexplicably triggers domino effect
and doth indirect
lee send favorable
ripples vibrantly unchecked.)
vagaries of an uncertain
today or tomorrow
excites this scribe,
with a whim
analogous to sensational leitmotifs
introducing note worthy
composition melody,
and/or lyric with vim
and vivacity, particularly
to avoid behavior
being predicable, and also
(more importantly for)
to partake of the vast trim
ming of life, (not just those
reserved for holiday time),
where every day provides
an opportunity, no matter slim,
and/or fat chance to bring,
(or deliver a smile)
via friendly gesture accompanied
with a kind word
such as "hello,"
cuz no cost involved being friendly
to a self absorbed passersby
alighting, and enabling
stark contrast day, sans
gloom and doom uttering,
an innocuously neutral
greeting to bring
a dollop of good
day (not simply,
those festive occasions
(mainly and most
optimally, favorably,
and conveniently during)
Thanksgiving, and/or Christmas,
but any given evening
no matter the season if only to fling,
(albeit verbally) one or more glee
full spontaneous vocalization -
(USDA NON GMO,
gluten and monosodiumglutimate free)
surprising yourself (myself
in this case) voluntarily prithee
boost interpersonal
social awkwardness,
perhaps even offering
to lend a helping hand re
garding circumstance,
where an individual
might be contending
with something obviously
beastly, heavy, and/or
unwieldy to manage
despite the outcome, where
no response
might be forthcoming,
maybe experiencing feeling
snubbed without letting
air of indifference
(from recipient) sting!
I WANNA KNOW 2
Is a yo-yo still a treasure without a string?
Would you still love Shenia Twain if she couldn't sing?
Would a wasp be courageous if someone buried his sting?
Is a bathtub comfortable when it hasn't a ring?
If Halloween subtracted it's ghosts and goblins
And burned the masks of gloom and doom
And banished black cats and bats
And warty witches on flying brooms
Would you still go trick or treating door to door to fill your sack?
Would you return home to change your costume and then go back?
You're mean! But I'll keep your secret because that's allowed on Halloween.
What if wrong traded places with right?
Would Walt Disney be sad if someone kidnapped Snow White?
What if parents lost their all uptight?
Would you help them look or read a book?
How exciting is bacon without it's sizzle?
How desired is the soda pop without the fizzle?
How rich is the soil without plenty of drizzle?
And how sad the Railroad workers without Roy Thorsen and his whistle.
How confusing the alphabet without C and D
How soon man would perish if water ceased to be
How useless the forest if stripped of every tree
And how boring Hockey without Wayne Gretsky......
(Out of Eden: Act V)
Have you heard the sound of hooves go….. ‘clippety clippety, clop’?
That is the sound that the Pale Horse makes, when down on Earth to shop.
That Reaper mean, the one called ‘Grim’,
Takes tortured souls with wanton whim.
That rider of the Pale Horse smirks - goes …clippety, clippety, clop. ...clippety, clippety, clop.
Have you heard the sound of chests go…… ‘boom-a de boom-a de boom’?
That is the sound that the poor heart makes in throes of gloom and doom.
Horrors unleashed you freeze with fright,
Hormone screaming ‘flee or fight!!!’
The stricken heart pounds deathly beats - goes '...boom-a de boom-a de boom’….boom-a de boom-a de boom’!
Have you heard the sound of guns go ….rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, tat?
That is the sound that the nozzle made when out, it’s bullets, spat.
To claim a life and rip apart
The victim …and a loved one’s heart.
That nozzle spits out rhythmic hate - goes…rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, tat! …rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, tat!
Have you heard the sound of bells go ..ring-a-ling, ding-a-ling, dong?
That is the sound that the Church bells make to mark a victory song.
Men may die, and many shall mourn
But Life itself is not forlorn.
Be brave, take heart…the Church bell peals, ..goes: ring-a-ling, ding-a-ling, dong …ring-a-ling, ding-a-ling, dong!
Have you heard the sound of the Cock; go …kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle, doo?
That is the sound that the rooster makes when light, the days, renew.
Days will come, and days will go
And Life goes on the way we know.
So listen, hark! The cockerel crows - ….it goes: …kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle, doo ...Kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle, doo…………Kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle, doo - Another Dawn ...another Day ….kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle, doo!
As I was sitting in the waiting room about to get the results from a biopsy I recently had
I was thinking how quickly life can change…it can go from good to bad.
I was feeling a little sorry for myself…a self-imposed gloom and doom
until I realized my urologist and an orthopedist shared the same waiting room.
I immediately stopped thinking about myself…social distanced…sitting there
when a young woman walked in on prosthetic legs followed by an old woman in a wheel chair.
Next through the door was an old man who gave my senses a shock.
His legs were swollen and purple and he could barely walk.
From these people obviously far worse off than me I quickly was exhumed
as my name was called and I was taken into my doctor’s waiting room.
Where sometimes I sat, sometimes I stood…other times I’d pace the floor
wondering what news was waiting for me on the other side of that door.
I tried not to think about it…tried thinking about my wife and my family instead
but waiting for that door to open…a host of tragic thoughts entered my head.
I read my book, looked at the doctors credentials…thinking his parents must be proud
when I noticed the faucet leaking…and wondered why it had to drip so loud.
As I was studying the map of the urinary system thinking I could use some Vodka or Vermouth
the waiting room door opened…it was my moment of truth.
I took a deep breath as I watched my doctor’s face…looking for a sign
and to be honest I don’t remember anything…after he said the word benign.
As I opened the door back into the waiting room I noticed a young man sitting there
It was obvious he had Cerebral Palsy and was confined to his wheel chair.
And I noticed all the people in that waiting room…the one my doctor shared
had someone who helped them through the door…someone in their life who cared.
And I thought about my wife and family who when they hear the news
will be sharing in my joy…but would have also shared my blues….
And how any happiness we feel is more joyous and any pain is much less sore
when we have people who love us…waiting…on the other side of the door.
Sometimes I have to wonder if my Creator wasn’t a little misbegotten…when I see, as I’ve grown older, all the things I have forgotten.
My doctor says not to be concerned…not to worry, not to fret…that as I grow a little older it is normal to forget.
And so I want to ask my doctor if in any textbook that he’s read…is it normal for me to forget where my glasses are…when they’re perched upon my head?
I want to ask him if when he was in school if any question on any exam… pertained to me forgetting names…what day it is…or even how old I am?
Is it normal for me to forget how I got these bruises…or why my arm is so sore? Is it normal to forget I read this book…or I’ve seen this movie once before?
Is it normal…or do I have a reason for a little gloom and doom…for me to suddenly forget why I’ve walked into a room?
I would really like to talk with my doctor about this…to take his medical books to task…but by the time I’m sitting in his waiting room…I’ve forgotten what questions I wanted to ask.
There is an upside to my forgetting, however, a different point of view…because the more that I forget…the more forgotten things seem brand new.
Every time I read a book, watch a movie or walk into a room…my heart rate begins to rise…because of all the things I have forgotten…everything is a surprise.
There is a downside for you the reader, however…since there's a possibility I won’t remember writing these words…won’t remember the how…or why…or when
There’s a good chance in the future…
you'll be seeing this poem again.
Disappointment /// Disillusioned
If only it could be known ?, if it be told
why my youngest Child, becomes meanly bold.
If only the truth be seen, the tale would unfold.
Regardless – she in my heart – I will always hold
even if – to these devils – her soul, she has sold.
My little world has come tumbling down,
uncertainty, heartache, fear for all around.
My life, no longer planted firmly on the ground.
Insignificant ?, I feel !, – not a ripple, not a wave
as I – carelessly thrown into the fray of a deep blue sea –
await my fate in the gloom and doom of impending eternity
as my youngest Daughter, prepares me for the grave.
This Beautiful Child, - goes ugly at times – Mel, Melanie,
seems determined - hell bent and hell bound to destroy me
by any means – one way or by any other
acting like – becoming so much like her mother,
following in the foot steps- wearing the boots of her sister,
Mandy, who can be a child without feelings, nothing to register
a sign, a belief in – there seems to be nothing to family ties.
It seems to be ?, all I feel from her, see with these old eyes
and have to wonder ?, has it died ?, all gone dry ?
Is my life ?, are my Friends, my Family – lost – reason to cry,
cry !!!, as all seems to have been going down the road, toward dust.
Do I accept ?, live without ?, I guess, move on I must,
as, upon this old metal – my life – things begin to rust,
become the poisons eating away
at what is left – taking me to that end day.
All that is left for me to do ?, it seems, is pray !!!
In my heart, in my mind, my memory, they will always stay
even if ?, in the physical, in the spiritual, my Girls are gone,
doing the things they must and continuing to move on
towards a world of bigger ( I pray ) and better things.
Things taking them beyond their mother / me, what life brings
to them, that has tortured, haunted and torn them apart,
allowing them a better future – then their past – and a new start
and hopes – from me – that all the negativity will depart.
Love
Dad
B. J. “A ” 2
June 3rd 2004
If I’m ever filled with dread…feelings of gloom and doom….
I look for new leaves on the trees…and flowers about to bloom.
I greet the stars up in the sky…watch the sun rise on a new day…
I stop and watch baby rabbits in the field as they play.
I listen to the baby birds in their nests…not quite ready to fly free…
I look out on the water and find baby dolphins in the sea.
This time of year in Florida…I like to walk real slow…
and greet the caterpillars and baby lizards everywhere I go.
Why is this important…because in the way it helps me cope.
It reminds me how Mother Nature has not lost her hope.
If she wasn’t filled with hope…if she was filled with gloom and doom
she wouldn’t encourage her trees to grow new leaves…
or invite her flowers to bloom.
She wouldn’t excite the birds to sing…
or inspire the stars to shine up in the sky…
and if Mother Nature places her hope in caterpillars and baby lizards
then, Gook Heavens, so will I.