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What makes you happy?
You questioning nature
or your quest for knowledge?
Is it that walk in the forest
or the feel of water as you swim?
If not your desire to travel
does reading make you happy?
Whatever it is, don't stop
What makes you happy?
You say socializing does not
but have you tried meditating?
I hear you hate yoga
maybe you will love some workout
Watching movies bores you
some music might heal or so a podcast!
Whatever makes you happy, don't stop
What makes you happy?
A blunt with your friends
or a drink with a family member?
A full belly with some change to keep
or greeting a total stranger in the streets?
Whatever is making you happy, don't stop!
You ever had a neighbor, a friend, a family member or somebody that always wanna know if “you got?”
You got $5.00 til Friday, you got milk, you got some soap powder, you got a egg, you got cooking oil, you got some plies I can use, you got a lawn mower, you got 2 slices of bread I can borrow… Borrow?
I can borrow yo car? I can use yo phone? You can watch my lil boy til I come back? I can borrow yo curling iron?I can wash my clothes by yo house? I can use yo wifi password…
No, no, no and NO, so stop asking.
But just imagine, all those “You Gots” be from the same person.
Now mind you, it's okay to borrow from time to time. I'm not saying nothing is wrong with that, because I have had to borrow too at one time or another, it just wasn't every day, all day.
But why should they go out and get it for themselves if they know they can always get it from you?
It's okay to be giving, nice and helpful to people, but at what point does it turns to dependency and expectation, where the person depends on you and EXPECTS you to have and give every time they ask? And ask yourself, are you enabling this behavior?
WHEN MISHAP CAUSED THE ENTIRE STAFF OF
THE nwwa WRASSLIN COMPANY
TO BE DISPLACED BY A MISHAP.
THE COMPANY ALLOWED
A LOW RANKING MEMBER OF THE COMPANY
TO RUN THE TELEVISION LIVE SHOW.
WHEN THE CALL CAME THAT THE PRESIDENT WOULDN'T BE HERE
NEITHER WOULD THE
RANKING MEMBER OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE
AND HIS OPPOSING COUNTERPART FROM
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE,
THE COMPANY ALLOWED A CREWMEMBER OF THE
CAMERA TEAM TO
RUN THE NATIONAL SHOW.
THIS WAS UNIQUE AND
WE FOUND SOME MEAN SPIRITED PEOPLE WHO HAD
GRIEVANCES TO BARE
AGAINST THIS
VERY POPULAR COMPANY.
THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS LOST THEIR TITLES, TO OPEN THE SHOW.
THE nATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP WAS CROWNED TEN TIMES DURING THE SHOW. ( ON AND OFF CAMERA)
THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP WAS HELD-UP
AND DETERMINED A NEW CHAMPION
VIA A FIVE CORNERED FREE FOR ALL.
THEN CHAMPIONSHIP THEN WAS CONTESTED AGAIN, IN A BOUT THAT PROVED ON ANY GIVEN NIGHT
ANYONE CAN BE THE BEST IN THE WORLD.
EVEN IF THE CHAMPION HAD ALL THE ODDS AGAINST HIM
WHEN A UNDESERVING UNRANKED AND UNTALENTED GRAPPLER
ROSE TO THE OCCASION TO BECOME WORLD CHAMPION.
HIS FIRST WIN IN THREE YEARS,
HE BECAME 39(L)-8(DIS) 6(C-O) 1 (W)
THE ACTING MEMBER THEN ( SCARED TO HIS WIT'S, HE DAWNED A MASK TO HIDE HIS FACE NOT TO BE KNOWN BY THE MEMBERS OF THE STAFF AND THE ATHLETES HE WAS IN CHARGE OVER)
WHEN MADE THE DECISION TO CREATE A NEW PAY PER VIEW IN VIEW OF THE PUBLIC ( BOARD ROOM DECISION)
A MEMBER OF THE ATHLETIC COMMISION STEPPED UP TO OVERRULE HIS AUTHORITY)
THIS CREATED SOME TENSION ( IT WAS VISIBLE)
HE DREW A PICTURE OF A TROPHY, AND CALLED OUT TEN WRESTLERS
FROM TWO CORNERS HE TOLD THEM, WHOEVER IS THE LAST MAN STANDING WINS THE TROPHY, THE RULES WERE
ELMANATION COMES FROM A PINFALL IN THE RING OR IN THE RINGSIDE AREA, A COUNOUT WILL HAVE YOU TO BE SENT TO THE LOCKER ROOM. AND
HE STIPULATED, WHEN THE MATCH HAS FOUR CONTENDERS,
A TAG MATCH WILL FIND TWO MEMBERS VICTORIOUS, AND THE WINNERS
WOULD COMPETE TO BE RECOGNIZED AS THE TROPHY WINNER.
HE THAN WOULD NAME THE TROPHY WINNER THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER.
WELL IT BECAME A CLASSIC MATCH.
FOUR REFEREES
AND TEN CONTENDERS, ELIMINATION STYLE
AND THEN A CLASSIC AUSTRALIAN RULES TAG MATCH.
WHEN THE WINNER WOULD THEN COMPETE TO BE RECOGNIZED AS THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER.
There goes my hero, he’s ordinary,
like in the Foo Fighters song
Carries no airs or graces,
makes me feel like I belong
A family member perhaps,
even a workmate, or friend
Someone who can be trusted,
on whom I tacitly depend
There goes my hero,
out in the rain mending a fence
Standing at the back of photos
not overpowering the lens
Cleaning blocked up drains,
unafraid to pick out nits
Struggles in the charts for decades,
without any major hits
There goes my hero, she’s loving,
rears her dead sisters child
Puts the kid through college,
works nightshifts and smiles
Seeks nothing in return,
a little thank you will suffice
Salt of the earth person
that only gives solid advice
There go my heroes,
all extraordinarily mundane
Not looking for recognition
having no time to complain
I’m certainly not one of them,
comfortable on my own ground
Real heroes have stamina,
going forward round after round
Could be my hero’s Cobain
who blew out his brains
Cared damn all for money
and even less about fame
To Honor My Hero Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
07/31/22
I have been invited to a celebration,
A Midsummer Solstice says the invitation;
On June 21st the sun's power will be at its zenith,
That is scientific not just a witches myth.
The invitation asks me to bring my amulet,
There will be an altar quite elaborate;
With dried herbs, seashells, summer fruit and flowers,
And the colors blue, green and yellow have powers.
It all begins at noon when the sun stands still,
In the evening we will light a bonfire on a hill.
A candle burns all day to honor the sun,
Sun, fire we will praise you until the day is done;
In the bonfire burns lavender, sage and basil,
Many invited- from far off places they travel.
The sun gives all living things support and life,
Around the fire dancing shapes and colors rife;
Turn your face to the sun and evil falls away,
A summer solstice- oh, what an inspiring day.
Did you know Wicca is a pagan earth spirituality,
A religious craft that gives each member harmony.
_____________________________
May 29, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Summer Solstice
Copyright Protected, ID 16-795-933-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
‘My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear’
A Rambling Poet
My granddad was a sailor all his adult life,
But planned on staying on land after the war;
The village postman postponed his retirement for him.
On leave, my granndad was recalled:
A member of the ship’s crew had fallen sick,
And someone had to take his place.
The ship was sunk on New Year’s Eve:
HMS Bramble was lost with all hands.
My granddad died aged thirty-nine;
My gran a mother of two young children
And a widow at thirty-one. She remained alone
Till she died aged eighty-eight.
Jack Horne, 14th August, for Constance’s Just Write contest
is this then my fate
watching the scurrying crabs
rearranging sands, counting the waves
the wary eyes of the magnificent frigates above
your eyes were to me
exotic birds of aquamarine
whose free flight
stole my thoughts
my breath
my heart
now i have a horizon
where the world disappears
the universe begins
azure is more than a color
how ironic
how often said
love is blue
herein are only remembrances
of shared happiness
a gentleman never tastes bitterness
in what was not meant to be
i had a professor once, well more than once
who explained that we needed
to reach into the depth of being
to write poetry
that sentiment was to be avoided
as some shunned member of society
a useless masked whore
this poem is my gift to you
not to impress a world i could care less about
but to validate the point
sentiment is the foundation of poetry
innate to the heart's wings in the quill
that fills the dreams within
or walks in mourning upon the beach
Fergus Falls 2000
on Youtube:
Tom Waits - "The One That Got Away"
The Private caressed his balls out of action during the short ceasefire
the Army had scanned him for testosterone because they needed a killer
He bit into a Milky Way as he cradled his crotch to get ready for the fight
his Universe had become conquest for a medal or a bow to his member
he was an intelligent man and knew that Thanatos and Eros were close
he was bored with war as his days were filled with one kill after another
a bit of rape pillage and outright murder strewn in for diversity training
nothing out of the ordinary just protecting family dogma and fatherland
But wait today he had been given a Galaxy chocolate bar in his rat pack
mouth-wateringly smooth it ran down his sticky fingers in the battle heat
Divine comedy called as he slipped from the trigger to miss the target
oiling his gun had been his forte but sweets and retribution don’t mix
When he reached for the hand-grenade on his ammunition belt he stalled
because he held a flaccid apple and dreamt of virgins and paradise’s snake
gripped his resolve and temptation firmly and waved a whitewashed flag
But he had enlisted for glory so when duty called again he felt like a Smartie
and an Oreo biscuit creamy on the inside sheltered and crisp on the outside
He had once read Nabokov but this moment was reserved for Nabisco and
Lolita approached in hot pants on the horizon in between ruins and dust
Where there’s smoke there is light he concluded and happiness is a warm gun
He had to get collateral damage out of his mind and face mostly friendly fire
so he delayed retrograde action for there is a time for every pulsating feast
and therefore he loaded his kind weapon and aimed straight at bull’s eye lids
dreamt of his wife and his mistress he had to guard with all his body and soul
Just then he exploded in a mine field and became a eunuch in Dad’s Army
14th September 2020
Our rustic community had almost gone mad,
When one among us, had gone to war not so glad;
Children, like soldiers, soon took to toy army flights,
And demonstrated as though jumping from sky heights…!
He, a groom, and his bride, then, just merrily wed,
Tears, like torrents of long rains, they did truly shed;
Each member, like sticks of brooms, tightly tied, they knew,
Their pains, like flowers of fall, away soon they threw...!
They knew soldiers on the border were like wheat chaff,
Any time by storms of change, they could be blown off;
Yet far, like forest flowers, spouses dried each day,
Though in minds and hearts for each other they did pray...!
Even when he's brought home in a box of honor,
Did the folks discern war's a romantic murder?
16 November 2021
War Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
I’ve brought this up a few times before…but again I have to share
how there is a kind of magic imbedded in this tie-dye bucket hat I wear.
There is something welcoming in this hat…something safe and kind and gentle.
And, having just returned from England and France…it’s appeal is intercontinental
It’s hard to imagine all the wonderful conversations this little hat’s begat…
and I long ago lost count of all the people who stop to say, “I love your hat”.
Perhaps they understand when they see its bright colors draw near…
that from the person underneath this hat…there is nothing they need fear.
Take the other day for instance…I had an encounter I won’t soon forget
when I found myself in a conversation with a man I’ve never met.
We began talking about a stove Deborah and I were about to buy then quickly and with ease…
the conversation turned from this stove to our families.
This man felt comfortable sharing that his daughter was transitioning…
It had to be the hat I thought as I lovingly touched its brim
as this man was proud to tell me now his daughter now looks a little more like him.
I wish every one in this world who is prejudiced and bigoted…
who have a distorted and misinformed point of view…
would understand that 1 in every 10 people they meet is LGTBQ.
Which means the most die-hard bigots out there…if they opened their eyes would see
there’s probably and LGBTQ member hiding in their family.
Hiding from their hatred…developing lasting scars…
afraid to let the world know…exactly who they are.
But there are people who acknowledge and accept people the bigots don’t
who offer them safety and love…where prejudice people won’t.
A place where they are not only welcomed…but emboldened…Imagine that…
which makes me wonder if that is the beauty, and the power and the magic of the hat.
And makes me wish more people out there…
more parents, politicians, world leaders and diplomats…
would one day wake up and discover…
the kind of magic that’s in my hat.