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Tis the season to be jolly,
as Santa shouts, ho ho ho
merriment and Christmas cheer
most places that you go.
We all celebrate in diverse ways,
and it really is okay
but some people get upset
when it should not be that way.
Everyone has their own beliefs,
it does not make it wrong
we all share this time of year
why not leave well enough alone?
Who cares if I say Merry Christmas,
if you say Happy Holiday
we are both saying the same thing
just in a unique way.
It does not make us wrong,
It is not about who is right
yet people act ignorantly
and they want to fight.
Let's enjoy this time of year,
like it was meant to be
and love it, in our own ways
for all the world to see.
When someone plans a wedding
And the venue’s out of doors,
There most often is a back-up
Just in case it rains or pours.
If there’s not, it’s rather daring,
Like a gauntlet has been thrown;
Will the gods take up the challenge
Or leave well enough alone?
So the wedding I attended,
In the evening, on a roof,
Was a testament to chutzpah
And the party was the proof.
Though a rainy week preceded,
It was glorious and dry,
With a breeze to stir the senses
And a sunset in the sky.
As we watched the glowing couple,
Filled with love we all could see,
We just shook our heads and marveled
At the absence of Plan B.
Mother Nature gave her blessing
So we danced and dripped with sweat,
Feeling giddy with relief
That we weren’t soaking wet!
As I rounded the hill
Face to face with the still
That I'd only heard rumors spoke of
With no one around
I sat myself down
And proceeded to sample the stuff
As sweet as honeydew melon
Got my feet to a geling
Made me feel like I did in my youth
Sat with a dumb gaze for a while
Then got the biggest of smiles
When it came to me what I should do
So I went with my plan
And opened a stand
Right there on the mountain side
When word in the forest got out
I never had any doubt
That all of the critters would be stoping by
You should have seen them all guzzle
As the squirrels ordered doubles
Then proceeded to tell wild nutty lies
It was quite the fiasco
When they brought out the cowboy hats and lasso's
As the party went well into the night
They paid in nuts and berries
Which was fine by me
With them I made different flavors of shine
In flavors I made 32
So I wouldn't get sued
By Baskin-Robbins who has 31 at this time
From all the flavors I made
Boysenberry was the fav
The raccoons made up a dance called the boysenberry crawl
Which was a big hit
At the discotheque
The beavers built in the early fall
We made a deal
I would sell them my swill
For a little piece of the pie
We were all getting rich
I have to admit
It's quite the relationship, the beavers and I
Of course the beavers got greedy
You know how beavers are needy
Couldn't leave well enough alone
Figured they had the right
Who's going to pay for these lights
That make this the best disco in town
They started charging a cover
Which didn't go over
As well as they would have liked
Plus they doubled the price of the booze
Which left little food
On the woodland creatures tables at night
Things went from bad to worse
When they started to curse
Me, "The Man" for the troubles they had
I barely made it out alive
By the skin of my hide
When I packed and hit the road mighty fast
Things had been going so well
Before it all went to hell
And me and my still were forced to leave
Now still to this day
You know why I always say
That famous line, passed down in time
"Leave it to Beav"
'for your eyes only'
Sometimes I try to figure out
what is going unsaid
But sometimes with the troubles I have
they are better left unsaid
Should I just give a card
and leave well enough alone
or throw caution into the wind
and break my silent growns
You indeed have found my full attention
and with it comes good intentions
but in all fairness I must first mention
That a darkness is held over my commission
And what is my commission ?
The pursuit of one who showed
a little intrest in me
But if my eye's decieve me
I beg that you forgive me
Burn this note with all my pursuits
find my flatterings of little use
Please treat me with as little abuse
as one who loved with little excuse
My Wife did her homework.
She called my sister, who lived near my Mom on the coast.
"What kind of flowers does your Mom like?"
"Oh, she likes roses. Red ones. Whenever there are flowers in the house,
they're red roses."
My poor Wife bought my Mom a special bouquet of roses -- $62.34, including delivery...
"Do you like 'em, Mom?
"Like what?"
"Your present, Mom."
"What present?" What are you talking about?" I don't need your
presents." Click.
My wife looked at me, her eyes saying, "What did I do wrong?"
My look answered hers, "My poor Mom. No one understands her."
Can you imagine?
My Mother never even answered the door.
The flowers withered on the porch.
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My poor Mom. No one understands her.
Her kids just won't leave well enough alone.
They bug her because she's never met the grandkids.
"Don't you get it? How many times do I have to tell you? I'm in no condition to receive visitors. I look terrible. I'm overweight. My hair's turned gray. I'm all bent over now. I'm having trouble moving in the morning and I'm not much better by midday either. I'm frankly cranky much of the time. And I have my daily routine. I've got to get my swim in, and my stock market research..."
"Mom, we're gonna send you something special this Mother's Day. We
hope you'll like it."
"But I don't need anything special. I don't want anything special. I don't
want ANYTHING!"
"Yeah, Mom, but---'
"But nothing! I told you that I don't want any Mother's Day presents. You're
my son. You need to respect my wishes."
"Sure, Mom. Sure. So, about those stocks, Mom..."
"...And then they went ahead anyway and got me those flowers. Wasted all
that money. And my son had said, "Sure, Mom." So, he lied to me. "I'm
telling you those kids just don't get it..."
My poor Mom. No one understands her...
"And THEY'RE going around with THEIR feelings hurt?!"
Can you imagine?
Antediluvian shadow lost to time;
A republic ancient and true.
Sister Lemuria and brother Mu,
are ghosts of better times.
Triplets swim the tides and passing whales sigh,
as they pass through ancient remains.
Ghosts wave at orcan traffic and jaywalk through water-laden roads to scattered temple ruins.
They say that water collects and cleanses;
sunken lands are a coveted collectable.
While the, uneducated-educated, deny the past;
history travels the seas;
observes an unfolding future and shakes its head.
Mistakes continuously recycle themselves
when mortals are in control.
Atlantis knows that other continents
will join the collection;
it’s inevitable;
mortals can never leave well-enough alone.
Sometimes I try to figure out
what is going unsaid
But sometimes with the troubles I have
they are better left unsaid
Should I just give a card
and leave well enough alone
or throw caution into the wind
and break my silent growns
You indeed have found my full attention
and with it comes good intentions
But in all fairness I must first mintion
That a darkness is held over my commision
And what is my commision?
The pursuit of one who showed
a little intrest in me
A friendly conversation
a smile just ment for me
To think of you
I have new hopes
Day and night
You fill my dreams
But I have to face reality
About the illusive scene
And if my eyes deceived me
Then I beg you please forgive
Burn this note with all my pursuits
find my flatterings of so little use
Please treat me with as little abuse
As one who loved with little excuse
(Repost)
Can you find beauty,
in things not pleasant to the eyes?
Can you be nice,
to things you don't recognize?
Can you find sunshine,
on a rainy day?
Can you remain silent,
when you have things to say?
Can you fight,
when you're tired to the bone.
Can you call it quits?
leave well enough alone.
Can you be ok,
in the lonely moments?
Can you stay strong,
in the midst of disappointments?
Can you take,
it all in stride?
Can you in the face of chaos?
pocket your pride.
Can you wear a smile;
when you want to cry?
Can you be ok,
in the blink of an eye?
Can you believe,
in things you can't, see?
Can you hear,
the music if it's off key?
Can you really expect,
tomorrow to come?
Can you still feel pain?
when you're numb.
Can you get up,
and do what needs to be done,
Can you figure out,
when it's time to cut and run.
Can you still believe,
when you know there is no way out?
Can your opinion change,
when you know beyond a shadow of a doubt?
Can you be kind,
to someone you have taking a dislike to?
Can you help someone,
in worse shape than you?
CAN YOU??
TURBO1904 11/29/2021
"Good Morning," she says with a smile that can light up a room.
I return her greeting and then we both continue our commute,
and that's the end of our conversation and interaction
until she arrives at her train station destination,
whereupon she once again smiles radiantly in my direction
and with a final good bye nod to me she exits the train at her station.
Her simple act of kindness starts my day always very welcoming.
It is one of the highlights of my day.
Physically and mentally exhausted is how I end every workday.
I wanted to thank this friendly stranger, but I should have left it alone.
This highlight of my day has gone away,
disappeared, vanished, gone,
and all because I couldn't leave well enough alone.
"For you," I said handing her a greeting card as she left the train.
Thanking me she departed. Since then things haven't been the same.
Now we rarely make eye contact. If we do it's awkward and quick.
One of the highlights of my day has all gone to ****.
I guess my thank you was received under the wrong impression.
In the greeting card I wrote the following inscription;
"I just want to take this opportunity to say
that when your pretty face and lovely smile greet me each day
that it is one of the highlights of my day.
Thank You,
for sending a little sunshine over my way.
My Very Best Wishes To You Always."
I just wanted to thank her and share my sincere appreciation,
but now I find myself asking myself the same question;
"What did I do that was so wrong?"
Oh yeah, now I remember.
I just couldn't leave well enough alone.
People often judge each other according to their speech.
Your accent or your dialect it seems sometimes can breach,
The barriers of some protocol causing them to question,
The digits found in your I.Q. or how much education,
Could be lacking in your life or what could be your station.
Should they include you in their clique perhaps repeat Pygmalion?
Of course! That's it! Oh let's begin!
Oh this will be such fun! We'll take her in, teach her to blend,
Remake her head to toe! Refine her speech and then we'll teach,
Her when to speak and how, through us she'll reach a station close to ours.
But when at last the work is done and they see their creation,
And it's time for your debut, a kind of graduation,
You find that all is all in vain, you've done less good than harm;
For underneath you are still you, your speech is half your charm.
Why not leave well enough alone, to thine own self be true;
For nowhere else in all the world is there another YOU.