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Life at its best is quite fleeting,
But is still goes on and on.
I tire of people speaking,
Yet I’ll talk until the dawn.
The world it makes you cynical,
Thank our endless, imperfect ways.
Still the here and now grows brighter
Too much to fit in the day.
Politicians are all liars,
Both my side and the other.
But I wouldn’t trust myself there,
Even if I had my druthers.
Kids are crazy sociopaths,
But damn if they’re not cute.
A thousand million have been born,
Yet somehow they still seem new.
It all seems tragic, yet sublime
Though we’re just here for a spell;
A world we own but never know,
Our home of Heaven and Hell…
Some guys are cut out for retirement
That certainly doesn't apply to me
If I had my druthers, I'd still be working
This is surely not my cup of tea
Used to be such an active fellow
Was hard at work twenty-four seven
Up until virtually all hours of the night
Now I'm lucky if I make it past eleven
This poetry site is my saving grace
Without it, I'd surely go berserk
Well maybe that's overstating my case
But you get it, I thrive on work
Perhaps there's a big surprise in store
I'll inherit a million big ones
From a distant long lost cousin of mine
Seems I'm getting a little too much sun!
Ruffians badger and bother the rest of the world, without care.
I see them coming with their mean attitude and try not to stare.
I wonder who has hurt them so badly, that they want to hurt others.
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
They don't always dress the part, sometimes they wear business suits.
Sit in their offices eating elaborately rich foods that causes their toots.
Pick on their employees and they are nasty as heck to their brothers.
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
Ruffians bully themselves into the best seats on a bus and a plane.
They are braggadocio and boastful, and to others, a huge pain.
I would rather not sit anywhere near one, if I had my druthers.
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
Ruffians wear suits that make them look like sweet little old ladies.
They sit in the subway car and they yell out to the Mrs. O’Gradies.
Are loud and obnoxious; Could they be fixed with a few smothers?
Did they have a horrible childhood?
Can we blame it all on their mothers?
Blue Jays and Black birds and half a dozen squirrels.
Sprinkled with Sparrow's, it's become quite a world.
Occasional Cardinal to add a little spice.
They seem to all be getting along fairly nice.
The neighbor, he feeds them plenty of food.
It seems it is working, they've become quite a brood.
As long as the house is buttoned up tight.
They're not a problem, I sleep fine at night.
Out in the front, a chipmunk does play.
Scurrying around and having it's way.
A Robin or two might ruffle their feathers.
I wouldn't change a thing if I had my druthers.
It feels like I'm blessed to have such a mess.
Nothing to do but enjoy it, I guess.
God certainly does have mysterious ways.
How he shows us his love in these warm summer days.
If I had my druthers What animal would I be,
A horse or a cow or a pig?
Would I be something cute and little,
Or rather be something big?
Cats are sleek and dignified,
With an air of mystery.
Myth and legend surround the cat.
They've quite a history.
Dogs are stalwart guardians and friends,
Famed for loyalty and devotion.
Handsome, pleasing to the eye,
All this is his denotion.
Horses are so elegant,
And beautiful to see.
Their strength is phenomenal.
Hmmmm, which one would I be?
Of the many that I've known,
No human could compare.
When I've needed friends the most,
I've always found them there.
No human I have ever known,
Had their patient dignity;
Or their loyal, long suffering love,
And stalwart bravery.
So if I had my druthers,
What animal would I be?
I could never be like them.
I'm stuck with being me.
I am not a heartless statue made of stone,
nor a marble sculpture that's never known
the sweet savor of a kiss upon parted lips
nor the sensual tracings of one's fingertips.
I'm not averse to desires for which I yearn
or to the ways to achieve them all in turn.
It's happiness I seek throughout this life,
not depriving myself with sadness and strife.
Desire is usually linked to sexual pleasure,
but I aspire to acquire beyond all measure
such mundane things, like a juicy red apple
without having to beg, borrow, or grapple.
It's not greedy to want my desires fulfilled
or instead of hot coffee, to prefer it chilled.
I'm much happier having a positive thought
than suffering the aversion of a broken heart.
I cannot condone feelings of dislike or hate
but I'm averse to things that I must berate...
death, war, and looking down upon others.
I'd nullify all of them if I had my druthers.
Antipathy can be detrimental to many desires.
It's water dousing the flames of my wildfires.
I prefer to follow a path of my own choosing,
one in which I'll find life much more amusing.
As long as my desires are kept under control
no one would dare label me 'villain' or 'troll.'
I cannot act on impulse, so no one is harmed.
From selfish greed, my mind will be disarmed.
October 5th, 2022 ~ Desire and Aversion Contest
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“When you judge others, you do not define them, you define yourself.”
~ Earl Nightingale
Why is it we are judgmental about others based on their mistakes?
If you envision yourself as one who's guilty of that, apply the brakes.
We shouldn't be obsessed with another person's faults and flaws.
If we are to be honest with ourselves, we need to sheath our claws.
Often, we pass a verdict on ourselves based on our past behavior,
but that's a conversation to be discussed between us and our savior.
There is only One who has the right to judge each and every one of us.
No ifs, ands, or anything else about criticizing others is there to discuss.
I don't sit on a bench in a black robe and there's no gavel in my hand.
If ever I evaluate someone else, I should be given a stern reprimand.
It's true, we will be gauged by the method in which we measure others.
We'd all have positive thoughts of family and friends, if I had my druthers.
Leave those stones on the ground instead of hurling them at anyone.
You don't know what harm you can do, or what you've already done.
Being judgmental can be very cruel and categorizing people is rude.
Society judges us by class and race. It's time for a change of attitude.
"Santa Claus! Santa Claus! Since you are so fat,
How do you slide down chimneys? Please answer me that!"
"Well, it ain't easy laddie since I am quite obese!
But I wriggles and squirms and apply lots of elbow grease!"
"Santa Claus! Santa Claus! How do the reindeer fly?"
"They wiggles their ears and swishes their tails to soar thro' the sky!"
"Santa Claus! Santa Claus! How do you know if I've been good or bad?"
"Ho! Ho! I know alright 'cause I check with your Mom and Dad!"
"Santa Claus! Santa Claus! Why does Rudolph have a shiny red nose?"
"It is his secret alone and that even to me he will not disclose!"
"Santa Claus! Santa Claus! Is your favorite snack cookies and milk?"
"If I had my druthers, I prefer salami and cheese, things of that ilk!"
"Santa Claus! Santa Claus! How fast is your sleigh?"
"Fast enough to circle the whole earth on each Christmas Day!"
"Santa Claus! Santa Claus! Will you please come again next year?"
"Yes, my boy, and for years and years to come, never you fear!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Christmas Day 2017
Oh, the 2024 U.S. Presidential election race,
as I ponder on it with my head's empty space.
Our nation is so out of joint,
our political differences at a breaking point,
with name calling rife in online blogs,
I would rather listen to bellowing bullfrogs.
Republicans, Democrats, Independents,
liberal, moderate, conservative, it's malevolent,
people attacking each other,
well, if I had my druthers,
I'd nominate my hound dog mix, Beau
for President,
he'd legislate from a canine-run government.
He makes more sense than a lot of people do,
the inept Secret Service can pick up his poo.
In three months this election mess will come
to us voters so weary,
I think many of us will be bleary.
Keep your nerves steady,
and get the popcorn ready. ~
Some guys are cut out for retirement
That certainly doesn't apply to me
If I had my druthers, I'd still be working
This is surely not my cup of tea
Used to be such an active fellow
Was hard at work twenty-four seven
Up until virtually all hours of the night
Now I'm lucky if I make it past eleven
This poetry site is my saving grace
Without it I'd surely go berserk
Well maybe that's overstating my case
But you get it, I thrive on work
Perhaps there's a big surprise in store
I'll inherit a million big ones
From a distant long lost cousin of mine
Might be getting too much sun!
© Jack Ellison 2013