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I am not a famous person…in spite of when I was younger all the times I’d try
and now that I am older I’m content with being just an average guy.
Being average is a great way to go through life
because it comes with an optimistic point of view…
as being average has never stopped me…from doing the things I like to do.
I’m not a famous artist…my art, as my family laughs, has flaws
but that has never stopped me…because I love to draw.
I’m not a famous singer…some say my singing voice stings…
but that has never stopped me…because I love to sing.
I’m not a famous dancer…you can see that at first glance
but that has never stopped me…because I love to dance.
I’m not a famous poet…like Emily Dickinson or Shakespeare in their prime
but that has never stopped me…because I love to make words rhyme.
I am happy being average…I’ve no reason for dismay…
for I have many other blessings in my life…I can add up every day.
I have a family I adore… they seem to like me too…
and I know whatever the world throws at us..
we’ll be there to see each other through.
I have friends…I have my health…life is following a cheerful plan…
and though I am not famous outside of my family…I am a happy man.
So when it comes to drawing, singing, dancing and rhyming…
How easy it is for me to see…
with all the other blessing I’ve been gifted…
average…is good enough for me.
I’m prepping for school
the unglamorous labour
that builds a future
I like to read people's ‘back to college’ lists - where I can sample what students are buying this year. I find these lists on college-ish websites like ‘Her Campus.’ The number one desire this year is for Apple Air Pods (I certainly love MY AirPod 4s).
We read in silence,
both contented this counted
as togetherness
Beside lists there are surveys on trends.
“Good news,” I announced to Peter, who was sitting next to me, “hot, weird guys are in,” I said it with the satisfaction of someone whose personal choice has been validated by GenZ.
“I still don’t want one,” he says blandly.
Looking at a list of 'questions for your boyfriend,' I asked,
“If you had to change one thing about me, what would it be?”
“Well, you could lose the clothes,” he suggested, helpfully.
No one cares
but I like his hairs
not one more than another
but his left ear
is superior to the other
you heard it here
.
.
A song for this:
Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John
With a deadly combination of smooth and
reasonable, he was a nice guy
He spoke low with a drawl
I slowed down to hear his every word, he was a
nice guy
He came like the wind that threatened
to unsettle my soul, he was a nice guy
He had a uneasy relationship with wealth
He wanted to be effective far more than
he wanted to be rich, he was a nice guy
A strange mix of everything male, yet a
softness only love can see, he was a nice guy.
One day he asked me if he could kiss me
I leaned in and everything felt clear.
He was intriguing and secure, he was a nice guy
He never gave importance to material things
Largely into books, providing ballast for his mind.
For thirty-five years I’ve known him, he is a nice guy
He’s my husband, still a nice guy.
26.09.2020
You tried to win her over
with dark chocolate and daisies
Passion on beds of clover
always works with the ladies
So why her indiscretions
She revealed it with a sigh
You didn't ask the right questions
the rule book doesn't apply
See beneath all that glitters
her cool choreographed style
It's not hidden in twitters
try looking beyond her smile
Her love you cannot purchase
She can sense if you are fake
Do not play on the surface
dive down deep into her lake
Once she's truly discovered
surely passions will run deep
The depths of her uncovered
whispered secrets you must keep
She'll give you what you wish for
there is magic in her soul
If you just reveal your core
together you will be whole
Don't ever try to change her
that person she'll never be
If you try, she'll leave for sure
for that girl needs to be free!
Contest: "Men your advice to another man on females"
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Written December 18, 2018
This guy has a storied history.
He's got something about him;
not trying to impress,
you just knew he wasn't kidding you.
He could make your mind sail away
to far off exotic places, which he then wrote books about.
Only I knew that he had not left his home town
ever,
yet nevertheless I still believed
in his persuasive powers.
He got hitched to a barmaid,
declaring her the most beautiful woman in England,
in fact she was rather plain and homely,
nevertheless, I became sort of jealous,
for I began to see her through his eyes.
I keep wanting him to speak of his latest conquest,
his accomplishments,
however he merely winks, saying:
"No one knows me, not even her, so don't ask,"
and I believe in him. No kidding.
Beneath his coal-black forelocks, flirty eyes
kept meeting mine when I allowed my gaze
to fall on him. As if I were a prize,
he grinned at me. He'd put me in a daze!
When he approached, my heart began to pound.
He spoke so fluently, and his accent
was French! I'd never heard a sweeter sound.
He asked me on a date. Of course I went!
We chatted in a cafe as we ate.
Inside the core of me, a longing grew.
then as he drove me home, I could not wait
for what I knew would very soon ensue!
Once parked, he turned to me, eyes deep and tender,
and all that I could do was to surrender.
Dedicated to my indelible memory: Guy Loranger, wherever he may be.
Written Aug, 9, 2016 for
Becca Teagan's All I could do was surrender - Shakespearean Sonnet
Ignorance by the people who were the solid pillars.
Trifling with the emotions of those who love.
Pretentious relations with an ax to grind.
Habitual fabrications involved in maligning reputation
Backbiting and betrayals leading to unjustified humiliations.
People say, stay away from bad people.
They are a bad experience; they pull you back!
Isn’t it true that they are the ones,
Who give us most precious lessons of life!
If we always live in heaven, how would we know what is hell!!
We know education and experience go hand in hand.
To gain experience, somewhere we surely need them!
Listening is far more important than speaking,
It gives us wisdom to analyse and direct our thoughts.
Thinking before an act because every action has a consequence,
Is an essential ingredient of one’s competence.
Ignorance gives us confidence to face the world and strength to manage it all.
Decoding hidden agendas are most essential to hone analytical skills and to take a call.
Emotional games give us good grip on our ever-melting hearts.
Such stupendous learnings make us stand strong and smart.
Yes! They are the best grease for human machine.
They make us cogent and scrupulous; they give us the sheen!
It didn't start til it beganned
every one gathered
at a real gathering f freinds
cheek kissing is cute as it gets
that how we can dismmiss all those
regrets
a recorded song is a recording of sounds
we learn the lyrics before we
sheet music read the sounds
now we challenging to see
who's gonna make the Faching sound.
Who gonna make the faching sound?
Who's goinna make the faching sound?
is it middle sea?
Or middle si?
all the muscials say it's middle C
if it's mid duel see
what then RE WE TO SEE?
LET IT BE
THEY SAY
JUST LET IT BE.
pHAT ONE'S THEY SAY DIPATHONG
THE OTHERS WONS SAY THAT'S
WRONG
i SEE PHAT AND LIKE THE THONG
DIET AND EFFORDS
THAT CAN BE WRONG.
cANTAR SINGS TO CANTRIX IN THE SONG
THE BACKGROUND SANGER'S
SEE IF THEY RIGHT OR WRONG
WHAT THE FAACH?
WHO THE FACH?
THE FACH: THE FACH;THE fACH!
A tall and short-tempered fat man
was a boss I once had named Dan.
Both his kids and his wife
worked there too. Oh, what strife!
They fought like a hillbilly clan.
Dandee Donuts was Dan's small café.
I served donuts and meals for small pay,
wore a stupid hair net
and what small tips I'd get
growing fat on free donuts each day!
A “yeller” was Dan; a disgrace!
He’d scream and get red in the face.
If his business slowed down,
he’d say, “Don’t stand around.
Take a rag and wipe down the whole place!”
In spite of Dan’s awful ways, he
said he’d sure like to sponsor me
as Miss Muscatine.
I said, “What do you mean?
Your food’s made me fat. Can’t you see?”
(I chose the second one here for the contest.
Did I make the right choice?)
There's this guy, he's tall, wears glasses, brunette, thin,
He's so sweet, always nice and respectful.
The way he crinkles his nose and looks down with a smile,
She could just watch him for a little while.
He blushes ever so slightly when he speaks to her,
As if he's nervous or maybe a little giddy.
She tries to keep her cool, act like she's not phased,
But inside her heart is racing, she's dazed.
His laughter is a symphony, a song in her ears,
Washing away all of her worries and fears.
She loves the way his glasses slide down his nose,
And the way his polite, respectful demeanor shows.
And when he talks, she feels like the only person in the room,
The rest of the world fades into a hazy blur.
She gets lost in his eyes, a beautiful sight,
And the way his gentle, innocent smile shines so bright.
When he finishes, she feels a little weak,
Just savoring the gentle, respectful way he speaks.