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Now that I am in my sixties,
I look back on my life like the Sinatra song.
I was working and busy until a few years ago,
but then I fell, and everything went wrong.
When I was in my fifties,
I was in the start of a new career.
It wasn't what I wanted to do,
but at that point, it was the only path that was clear.
When I was in my forties,
Life seemed to be in the pink.
Little did I know,
it would soon all go down the drink.
When I was in my thirties,
my life was on the upswing.
A second love had saved my life,
I had a good job, a beautiful wife, and a new child from the hospital to bring.
When I was in my twenties,
Young and in love like a fool.
Dating and romancing and feeling life,
all while I was putting myself through school.
Way back when I was ten,
The kids on the block...we were always on the run.
Except when I was in school,
Learning the three "R's" from those persistent nuns.
I do not remember much before the age of five.
I did what most kids do I suppose.
Learning about the world one day at a time,
Never realizing how fast time really goes.
So here I am reflecting,
on all those sixty-plus years.
Remembering the growth, the loves, the ambitions,
A life of what could have been, now reduced to tears.
I'm dyin' inside
And I don't know if
I was ever alive
On these streets
It's all too much
Lookin' at myself
It's all too much
Thinkin' these thoughts
One day is a day too many
But one less day
Is one day too few
Thinkin' one day at a time
My thoughts spinnin'
Sloshing around my noggin
Scrambling my senses
Confusing my actions
Beneath a lense
I squirm and look away
But they're just eyes
Do they see me at all
It's all too much
Surrounded by people
It's all too much
Fermenting alone
But I get bored of people
When they don't understand me
So I lock them out of my mind
Speaking in a tongue they can't contemplate
The only walls surround my mind
And I can't quite articulate how tall they are
Nor can I really break through them
So I lean against them
Words spoken and mirrors broken
Shattered glass around my bare feet
Symbolizing the people I meet
I'm terrified to move and face defeat
Friendship, love, and fellowship
These concepts are foreign to me
I thought I knew but I really don't
I think I need it but don't want it
Loneliness is the oxygen I breathe
Solitary confinement the water I drink
Antisociality is the clothes on my back
Fear is the shelter I cower in
It's all too much
Thinkin' about it all
It's all too much
This ADHD me
Let's have a word from THE RISING SUN:
I rose this morning and spoke hope to the solar system,
reassuring everyone concerned of a stabilizing experience;
and advising citizens all, in my sphere of influence, to take
one day at a time. Moreover, allow me to simply say that
I will dutifully fulfill my daily assignment and take my leave.
I learned from my humble beginning that I cannot control the clouds
nor dictate to the winds that are also on assignment. Come what may,
we only have a say in what our assignment is today. I must go now,
lest I overstay and take away precious time from the setting sun.
Now a word from THE SETTING SUN:
It's been a long day. Some clouds came and threw shadows in the pathway.
My rays knew that the winds would come along and push the clouds along.
So, they kept their steady glow even though not everyone saw them glowing.
I'm learning to be gentler and not force my fiery ways. I try not to stress
and look forward to the end of my day when I will take my rest. I also realize that none of us are perfect, because the entire universe has been ill-affected by the sins of Adam and Eve. But I anticipate the day when we all shall be perfected.
Finally, a word from THE MOON:
I'm ok with being the last on this program of Space and Time.
I don't feel any less than Sunrise or Sunset; honestly, I don't.
I am just one of many brights of the night to help keep the light.
Moreover, the world is infatuated with my variant and beautiful shapes.
I am surrounded by many stars of wonder with such stunning sights.
I must admit that one is hard-pressed to find anything more glorious
than Sunrise or Sunset. Nevertheless, I have always been taught to
believe and realize that my purpose in the night sky is just as
meaningful as Sun, clouds, winds, and every speck of particle
in God's vast domain and awesome universe.
Laura Mackenzie,
Phillips was checking out while,
Doting fans were near, waiting
For her autograph,
She had a City Ledger
Account, the studio will
Pay, she only needs
To sign it. Constant trouble
Made for the short attention
Span, "Please sign here...", she
cut me off, grabs some hotel
Stationery and proceeds
To autograph it,
"HUGS & KISSES THAT'S FROM THE
MISSES--but before she signs
It,--TO,--looks at me
And says, "Who?", I gave her my
kid sister's name. We are not
Allowed to have one's
Autograph--LISE", I placed
her account in front of her
She gives it the once-
Over, signed it, gave her a
Copy and told her we are
Done, "We at Hilton...,
Blah-blah-blah, Thank you!"--then I
told the doting crowd, "She's yours!"
(Y-E-A-H!)
***ONE DAY AT A TIME, and one such of many tidbits with the stars.
Date: 08/28/2019
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**Mental Rumination**
Every single day brings with it a new and unfamiliar word, each one carrying its own distinct meaning that often resonates with the shifts in my life. Retirement, for instance, has proven to be a profound transformation, especially during this initial year. I had envisioned a seamless transition, convinced that I had everything perfectly mapped out. However, as the days progress, I catch myself grappling with self-doubt, second-guessing nearly every decision I make, particularly those concerning my health and overall mindset.
It seems like a soundtrack of sorts plays in my mind—a loop of Bruno Mars’ “The Lazy Song.” The lyrics echo my innermost desires: a yearning to do absolutely nothing and simply enjoy the leisure for which I had longed. Reflecting on my aspirations for retirement, I realize that this very notion of relaxation was all I had ever dreamed about.
So, it perplexes me that a motivational speaker, someone who is supposed to uplift and inspire, is instead filling me with guilt for not maximizing every moment of this so-called freedom. Why am I feeling this way when I thought this phase of my life would be a time of unbridled joy and fulfillment?
I've recently become aware that I've gained some extra weight, and it's not contributing positively to my overall well-being.
It's interesting how these YouTube Nigerian movies have such a strong allure for me; they hit my taste buds like an addictive substance.
Although many of their movies are poorly directed and lack the technical finesse one might expect from a polished production, I find myself drawn to their charm and vibrant storytelling.
There is something uniquely entertaining about the way they portray life, and I cannot help but get lost in the attention-grabbing plots and often over-the-top drama.
It's a guilty pleasure that I know I need to manage better,
Mental rumination is a genuine experience that many of us face as human beings. It is essential to acknowledge it, as it impacts our thoughts and overall well-being.
While it seems like I am grounded on my couch, and doing absolutely nothing
I cannot be happier doing that.
But as the saying goes, I will take one day at a time. “Lord Jesus
Line of inquiry:
“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing”
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I will turn away from the shadows
of what once I knew,
mirroring the past
carrying a c h e s
of battles fought
and dreams that n e v e r came true
instead search for love
flickering within,
never before fanned,
but may blaze and blossom.
it will script new stories
breathe fresh life into me.
it will come in the form of quieting peace
like a hand holding me, never letting go
never again I shall chase
the phantoms of the past.
I ‘ll not cry on flowers wilted,
count on buds that canker might blight,
but marvel over beauty blossomed!
find joy in giving up a plan that went futile
take one day at a time and live now
steal the moment like a thief
and enjoy the beauty the senses give.
extinct are our Yesterdays,
illusory are our Tomorrows,
today is all that exists,
what there is and all there is.
today is our way up hill
the arena for action decreed
the stage set for the show
the tool and trade for life.
today well lived leaves -
every yesterday
a reminiscence - sweet to relish!
every tomorrow
a vision glorious to chase!
drool not, over yester years,
rant not on chances missed
greet Today, right in front!
l i v e Now.
render it your respiration and perspiration
strive,
find,
and reap
rewards
galore!
You count the days so many ways.
But the bottom line just don't add up.
The clouds roll in and it's all a haze.
Without a little cream and sugar in your cup.
The ten o'clock news repeats the six o'clock news.
Two times a night doesn't change the views.
Kinda makes ya wanna just turn off the set.
Enough's enough, your gonna get what you get.
You see two people where there used to be three.
You do your calculations, but your still not sure you see.
How you can remove a piece and it still works.
Must be the presence of her essence that still lurks.
No matter how you slice it, whether you triple it or twice it.
The answer still comes up the same.
One day at a time until you die.
That's the only rule to the game.
When will you retire?
How many more years?
What are you waiting for?
They sing it like a song, and it is hilarious to me!
Who is saying it?
Bored retirees.
Do they want me to entertain them?
I am just getting started, folks. Every day, is a new day for me.
I am an artist, a poet, a cartoonist, and other things.
Things I do not realize yet, because I have not done it all yet.
But I am doing it all one day at a time.
Retire? Are they crazy?
I am just getting started. Reinventing myself,
Revamping my job, and replenishing others
Every single day. Life is great!
Written 9-14-2019
Poetry Contest: I'm Just Getting Started
Sponsor: John Hamilton
"MY SON WILL SHINE AGAIN!"
(Written by: Michelle L. LeBlanc 10/14/2022)
As I've been plugging through
Most have seen me as strong
But it's been like a dream
Since you've been gone
I keep myself busy
Letting your memories inspire
Trying not to suppress
But harder since the campfire
Last weekend was good for me
With your friends, we reminisced
But it brought reality to this heart
Now I need your face to kiss
Not feeling as much like a dream
I'm realizing that I'm awake
But I will not give up living for you
That would be my biggest mistake
You'd want us to find a way to heal
So I will process thru this pain
One moment, one day at a time
My Son Will Shine Again!!
Romeo and Juliet
Give me a kiss
Under the stars
And serenade
Will be my surprise
Give me your love
In return, I tear off
A starry galactical bit
And that piece of cosmos
I will set at your feet
So wonderful, decent
My Prince of Desire,
Such a pleasure to listen
To your gracious whisper
Well, loving and being loved
Means everything
While loving is nothing,
To be loved is something
I’m surprised honey
Really surprised
By the products
Of your mind
You’re my
Super-intelligent God
I live modestly for the present
I live one day at a time…
I live a humble life
I’m a thug loving donor
A warrior
There is no stronger bond
Than our
You’re my impeccable replica
Immaculate match, my love
A mirror image, identical twin
Coequal, a ringer, a carbon copy
There is no better merging
In such a high grade blending
When love cultivate
Grow cast-iron able-bodied
Merely prospering
In an ideal coupling
You are the cutpurse embezzler
Heartbreaking housebreaker
Smuggling pirate, a sexy thief
A hijacking mischief
You snitch-snatched
my heartstrings
I am the invincible giant, a Goliath
A behemoth colossus, an elephant
A virtuoso champion, a titan titlist
Well-rounded sure-handed Medallist
I did a good job in stealing it
No concurrent could defeat me in it