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If ignorance is no excuse
under the law.
Can you imagine what stupid is?
Stupid are the people who
Win the lottery and have
A good time spending money
and some give it away,
Not saving a dime for a rainy day.
Then to their regret,
they even end up in debt.
Now as a man I,
have had a few
senior moments,
but we're not talking about me.
If stupid is, what stupid dose.
Then stupid is something
you’re going to see.
The apple doesn’t fall far
from the family tree.
It doesn't matter
if its in your genes
or in your DNA
there is no medical cure for stupidity.
At least not today.
There’s no pill you can take,
no lotion you can rub on.
A fool and his money
are soon parted.
(True Story)
Again you can see
we're not talking about me.
Thanks to Uncle Sam
Idiot number one gets paid
6,000 plus a month buys a car,
paid for it in cash.
Two months later its repossessed,
because he was dumb enough
to get a title loan,
and (not) make the payments.
Lost his checkbook twice,
made ATM withdrawals.
Bank says he’s 8,000 dollars in the hole,
and he wonders why.
It’s been said that,
it’s better to be silent
and let people think you’re stupid,
than to open your mouth and
Remove all doubt.
Stupidity has a voice,
When we take the foot
out of our mouth we can hear it.
For some people stupidity
is a symptomatic rule.
On the coldest night of the year
homeless people in a homeless shelter
are given blankets and told
That they can’t use them there.
This was written 2016
The Mayans, Egyptians, Aztecs, and more:
Civilizations since Adam and Eve
had their philosophies of where souls go.
They all needed something in which to believe.
Cain killed his brother and that was the start
of envy and greed and man’s falling away.
It’s a very sad fact that many will sin.
Temptations lure them; from goodness they stray.
Is there a book as some ancients believed
in which deeds are written which later we’ll view?
From those who face death and come back from it,
many make mention of a life review.
They tell about being with an entity
of radiant love as their whole life they see.
It goes very fast. All the good and the bad
is laid out for them like fast-forward TV!
Some have explained they reviewed their life twice.
Their life’s big achievements and later the "all".
First trophies, rewards, and advances they made.
But what they saw second made those things seem small.
The second review of their life showed each act
of real love and kindness that they had shown
to family, friends, neighbors and strangers.
By our good works, our true selves are known.
These Near Death Experiencers learn what most matters.
Their earthly achievements don’t mean so much
compared to the good works that they had done
such as the lives they were able to touch.
This time of year is a good time to ponder
our Lord and Redeemer’s great sacrifice.
Forget your possessions and what gives you pride.
Would your life review be one mostly nice?
Two days after the hurricane…walking on the causeway…right before our eyes
we were greeted on that morning…by a beautiful sunrise.
It seemed to us the earth…even though parts of her were destroyed
had somehow found a way
In the midst of what had to be her sorrow…to celebrate a new day.
To celebrate the fact that even though damaged…she was still alive…still spinning…
and remind us how, with every sunrise, comes a new beginning.
Our eldest grandson and his fiancé plan to be married this weekend In Western Carolina…
but up there with so many lives upended…
They were wondering if, perhaps, their wedding should be delayed…postponed…suspended.
When and where so many people lost so much…perhaps their wedding ceremony should wait.
In the midst of such a tragedy…is this a time to celebrate?
But as I watched the colors of the sun change on our walk that early morn
my mind drifted to all the babies who…during the hurricane…were born.
Thinking of all those babies…parents holding them in their arms…and grinning
I though perhaps this is a good time to celebrate a new beginning.
And how, perhaps, we should take our cue…from the sun, Mother Nature and the Earth
and celebrate their wedding as we would celebrate a new birth.
We’re still planning to head to Western Carolina this weekend even though we understand
the wedding they had hoped for might not go exactly as they planned.
And we will do our best to pull off this wedding…so they no longer have to wait..
giving all of us affected by the hurricane…a reason to celebrate.
And hoping the next day when they wake up married…right before their eyes
their new beginning will be greeted by a beautiful sunrise.
I was interviewed on Manx Radio about my poetry journey and it was broadcast today - the whole clip is about 7 minutes long. By the way it is not me reading the snippets of poems.
The programme can be found on 'on demand' the show is called 'women today' and was dated 5th August
this is the link for you to paste into your browser
If you go to the black bar under the Manx Radio logo and scroll along to 14 minutes 45 seconds this is a good time to start listening to it
http://www.manxradio.com/radioplayer/od/1762/
I have also done this as a blog ... but as not everyone reads the blog page I posted it here too
Hugs Jan x
5th August 2015
water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two…
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.
Form:
Bossy Lady
I am the way I seem...
As sweet as I can be
full of laughter and bubbly
my kindness is doubly.
So why am I alone.?
The reason may be the rules,
or my standards are to high
They mite not like the script I writ
Maybe that's the reason why .
Maybe they don't wanna
listen or do just what I told um
or do just like I showed um....
If they would a stayed
we could a had a good time.
I cook -clean and wash
and even bake lemon pies
but it seems that they
run away...
before we get to the good part.
All they had to do was listen ...
and don't give me no lip.
I had it all worked out....
All they had to do was ...
Stick to the SCRIPT.!!!!
End poem.
Ask that you know the way of truth,
Be what you grow in fact of proof.
Choice shows you how to seize your find,
Dare live right now with peace of mind.
Etch that deep poise where faith moves heart,
Feel sacred choice as beauty starts.
Glimpse truth each day in all you see,
Health sparkles play in what must be.
Intent sure grace where hope flames fire,
Joy floods fond trace where faith attires.
Keep moments light in happy highs,
Live profound sights as wonder sighs.
Make then good time to ponder well,
Now funds plain rhymes where reason dwells.
Opt sanguine hope in matters deep,
Poise flavours scope beyond vain sleep.
Quest if you must and seize true wealth,
Race follows trust in esteemed health.
Seek earthy grounds with balance sound,
Trust joy profound where lost if found.
Urge prompts each day with certain flare,
Voice reaps due say to transcend cares.
Work with words well to echo fond,
X-tract dye spell in worldly pond.
Yield to the heart where mind knows grace,
Zest wisely starts the art you trace.
Aim to be true with your story,
Zeal springs a cue now poignantly.
Leon Enriquez
06 July 2016
Singapore
Two weeks we'd been droving; and the end was now in sight
In the distance was Dodge City, we'd be there before night
I was on the trail with other cowboys from the Double Circle Ranch
And we were looking forward to the saloon, the notorious Long Branch.
We reached the railhead with the longhorns , just before sundown
Me and the other cowboys were itching, ready to hit town
The buyers were there waiting, hands were shook the deal done.
We were aware there would be lowlifes, so we all packed a gun.
First a shave then a hot bath to wash off the layers of dust
Then buy some new clothes and long johns, the latter a must
We then headed for the saloon and were ready for some rye
After two weeks on the trail our throats were kinda dry.
We walked through the bat wing doors, there were the usual stares
The good time girls were beckoning us, to follow them upstairs
We all asked for some whisky and some ordered hot foods
Then the young bucks went upstairs; to satisfy their lustful moods.
Old Jethro our foreman, the next day rode into town
And spent the best part of two hours tracking us all down
Bleary eyed and throbbing heads, no spoken words were said
And thoughts of that long ride home filled us with dread.
At the stables in a side street our horses were stood ready
We paid the stable boy and mounted, we all felt quite unsteady
We'd ride for nigh on two weeks crossing the great Texas plain
Get home round up more Longhorns and do it all again.
Written 20th January 2021 .
His name was Jack O’Bann, and how he liked to play,
if not for school I think he would’ve strummed all day,
and he had a voice of both gravel and honey,
with the kind of power that brought in big money.
It was no surprise he started a high school band,
he rocked the parties, we knew his future looked grand.
But Jack had some trouble, his family disagreed,
they did not like the path where this future might lead,
most musicians failed, and there was no hiding that,
they would tell Jack that against him the odds were stacked,
and with his math skills he’d make a good engineer,
this debate troubled Jack for all of his senior year.
During that last year, he dated a girl named Kay,
who listened to his troubles, the things he had to say,
Jack fell so hard for him, in her arms found relief
from the pressures of family, what career to seek.
His band kept on playing, more and more dates in town,
gaining fans with each show until they were renowned.
But his parents were certain this his path was doomed,
even once tried to lock Jack inside his bedroom!
still he was determined, even though they did scoff,
until one day they both threatened to cut their son off.
He stormed out of the house following a big fight,
in a sour mood went to play a gig that night.
Kay was there with the band and saw that he was pissed,
said,”Don’t worry, go set up, I will handle this.”
So he vented out back, she tried to soothe his rage,
he said,”I’m so done with this now that I’m legal age!”
But somehow she got him to take control of himself,
and he put on a great show for everyone else.
It was a good time that night, Jake’s voice was like fire,
raised the crowd to a pitch, and then pushed them higher,
none knowing that a record man was looking on,
impressed by the skill they showed with their cover songs,
and the passion for their craft they made people feel,
so after it was over he offered them a deal.
All the band was excited, this could be their break,
Jack’s head was in a swoon, it was more than he could take,
first the fight with his parents that had rattled him,
now this chance of a lifetime, he struggled within.
“I just need a moment…I need to get some air.”
He half-stumbled outside, and Kay followed him there...
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Sitting at a sidewalk restaurant
The sun is shining like a diamond
Looking at life around me
foreign country, foreign language
and foreign culture
Tanned smiling faces that greet:
Hello, a beautiful day - are you having a good time?
I get served steaming fresh coffee in my cup
it smells and tastes so good
but not like the one I have at home
New baked cake on a platter, tastes delicious
but not like the ones we have at home
Everything is strange and yet so dear
How lucky I am that can travel to a foreign country
and enjoy all the benefits they have to offer
Strange smell of food, flowers and herbs
Listening to a language I do not understand
Just sitting here on my sidewalk restaurant
and enjoy my coffee cup and life while I can
Turkey
02.04.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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