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Onlookers remarked that he was aging gracefully
His disposition so sunny, cheerful, upbeat
Making plans for the future with his sweetheart
Taking such pride in his many grandchildren
True, he moved tentatively, pausing more and more
often to rest, breathing in fits and spasms, and betimes
his sentences trailed off into the vapor of the distant past
Then too there were the conversations where you needed
to repeat and repeat yourself, again and again, before
he would finally get it --
But oh, that infectious, wide smile which broke out on his
face when he did get it! Ah, that was a smile well worth
waiting for, indeed -- a smile that brought comfort and
peace to all those around him...
...Who were all the more confounded when he turned
inward, shaking his head, mumbling to himself as
cane-aided, he shuffled and stumbled his way home
'midst the sea of disapproving faces
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
by examining my introspection
and making new plans for the future;
and sparking up your imagination...
could anyone imagine me dressed
as Santa Claus, who never has the minimal time
to watch a log consumed by a crackling fire?
Think again, I could be that Saint Nicholas so bold!
Prejudice is not a part of this Christmas Season,
all kinds of people, of different ages and races,
celebrate it; and it may vary from country to country
with traditions as far as Saturnalia or Yuletide...
that was a time when pagans started this festivity,
and with the birth of Jesus, the Christians
adopted these traditions as their own...
so should we object and put them aside?
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
unpacking decorations for my new Christmas Tree,
from boxes that waited too long for this day of joy;
and even my toddler, Jack, comes downstairs tripping,
handing me Grandma's favorite star, which
she had hidden away into a treasure chest so jealously,
to place on the top of this forest-scented pine tree...
when we all gather and sing," Silent Night."
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
adding, not taking away names from my long list;
and even though these are tough economic times,
I plan to be generous to all without feeling the pinch!
Give the very best of your intentions,
either in gift or in warmest embrace;
give and be content to catch that infant's smile in the distance;
the tender smile of the Holiest Child, who will give of Himself!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The past is depression
The future is anxiety
and this is the lesson
you live in neither these
Past dealings can’t be dealt with now
when dealt with past dealings they are
let go and depression can’t pull to drown
In the present you live you are
The plans for the future are played out
as they become the present for that they are
Overthinking assured or in some doubt
is anxiety breeding can only harm
The present isn’t a measurement it’s a moment
don’t let the past own it
The present is the path going forward
don’t wish it passed fast have known it
You don’t play the last cards you were dealt
when the game has ended
and you don’t sit and wish the next round,
Live in the moment
We met it was a twist of fate
I think you’re an angel who escaped from heavens gate
You came down to bring me a light
To wipe away my tears and calm my fright
And show me a world I’d never seen before
I felt peace and I wanted more
I’ve never felt better in all my days
You’ve helped me out in so many ways
I appreciate everything you do
I rejoice in you
Now that I can see the sun shining down
I’m much better off that you’re around
Now that I’ve gotten through the bad weather
I hope you’ll stick around forever
I’m a better person each day
What can I do to make you stay
I’ve never felt better in all my days
You’ve helped me out in so many ways
I appreciate everything you do
I rejoice in you
My plans for the future are us together
To never be apart ever
Please just give me a sign
So we can begin our time
I’ll pull the all the feathers off your wings
So you can’t fly cause I love you more than anything
I’ve never felt better in all my days
You’ve helped me out in so many ways
I appreciate everything you do
I rejoice in you
You say you were only here for a while
I’ll miss your beautiful smile
You filled me with the spirit now I can see
The care you showed was to set me free
Now you return to the clouds in the sky
I’ll be the best I can be until I die
She’s into sushi and sapiosexuals,
Yogis with crystals, and vain intellectuals.
Just a flutter-by wisp with a thin portmanteau,
Who doesn’t believe what she’d rather not know.
Her porcelain features come straight off the shelf.
She plans for the future by suiting herself.
She teases the barmaid with talk about milk,
While flashing embroidered hosiery silk.
Her custom transmission is always in gear.
Neutral doesn’t stroke her RPM.
You never need to peel her grapes,
Just be sure to pluck them off the stem.
Mars is impassive. Venus is hot.
Their orbits eccentric, as likely as not.
He’s got a terribly large axe to grind,
And doesn’t ever kindly suffer fools.
To him, she’s just another barroom filly,
And he’s not the sort to follow by the rules.
He didn’t need the laurel of another top ten hit.
He’d written that song many times before.
But her magnetic eyes and tell-tale mouth
Put his better judgment on a slow train headed south.
If not for the liquor, he might have ignored her,
Instead, he laid his papers on the line.
And offered up a wary introduction,
Inviting her to share a glass of wine.
Mars is unyielding. Venus is not.
Their orbits are star-crossed, most likely to knot.
Like a bolt from the pit of hell you appeared
And stealthily like a thief in the night
You entered into our lives
Disguising as our familiar foe
Masking your deadliness in controversy
And like the serpent in the Garden of Eden
You bought our connivance to denial of your sinister presence
All the while bidding your time for pandemic descent on humanity
And when we innocently looked the other way
You pounced on our haplessness and helplessness
And descended on us with lightning speed
From Wuhan to Italy
From Italy to France
From France to Spain and America
And from America to the rest of the world
You dehumanized us
You humiliated us
You demobilized us
You dis-focused us
Causing segregation among us
You separated us
You trivialized all our efforts to get even with you
You truncated all our plans for the future
You stultified all we have stashed away for the rainy day
You demoralized our populations
Locking them down in anger and hunger
In addition, making them to see their God in bad light
As they are shut out from their sanctuaries of hope
Even though you have continued to assault our sensibilities
With the number of fatalities we have counted globally
I am glad to disappoint you
Serendipitously we have been demystified by your pyrrhic victory
Now we know the rich and the poor are vulnerable
We have been humbled by your challenge
Making us more united to fight a common enemy
Our scientists have been stretched by necessity the mother of invention
We have equally discovered our good leaders
The bad ones we shall flush out at the polls
Mr. Corona virus I have another bad news for you
You have been pronounced dead in the spiritual realm
And so your physical interment is just weeks away
For we all are Coronavictorious!
The walking stick and Elon Musk
I was a galley-boy on an old tankship
that docked in Liverpool for repair
I think it was in May, and I was sixteen
at a second-hand shop, near the docks
I bought a walking stick and happily used it
the stick going ashore to the pub or
to buy fish and chips, unaware of how odd
I must have looked, no one said a word
Coming back on board, it was the second
The officer who said I looked ridiculous, no one
uses walking sticks anymore, you are not
a ing lord
Enter, into my self-contained world, what
other people thought of me
I became self-conscious, and it worried me
What did other people think of me personally
His words brought on a shyness that stopped
My plans for the future
Who knows, I might have become the first
Elon Musk
He has freed himself of what other people
think, or so we believe, but deep down, he
likes to be loved
Part One: What I Love
After seven decades I am satisfied
with the me I see, the inner self is beautified,
wounds of youth have healed well
and every scar to no longer dwell,
they were absorbed by tears I cried~
I write the words by which I tell
stories rich and maybe plied,
but absolutely bona fide!
Part Two: What I Regret
I admit I used to runaround,
party and carouse until I ran aground
against days-long blackouts
and poor decision fade-outs,
knowing my next stop was a grave mound~
Momma said the only way out
was for me to turnaround,
and become a sober devout.
Part Three: What I Hope
I have no grandiose plans for the future
because the future is unsure,
the present becomes my habitat
and I have no desire for idle chit chat,
time grows short, there is no cure
to stop death’s scat* whereat~
I will sing the words allure,
and dance upon the welcome mat.
* scat: singing jazz; the singer substitutes nonsense syllables for the words of the song and tries to sound like a musical instrument
The Gun
God the universe and nature
God
You are all i got oh God
Yes you are my shield
My protector my healer
Gave me the energy to sail on oh God
There are too many distractions in this cold world yet
You are all I got oh God
Yes your are my provider
You are my source of inspiration
You are the beginning and the end
Give me the energy to sail on oh God
In this era of difficult changes
There is no other way with out your energy oh God
So let me never fall where I can’t get up no more
The universe
The universe is my home
The universe is for humanity
The universe is for love
The universe is for peace
Yes the universe is my home
A place I never dream to see wars
A home like heaven for all humans
So stop killing the universe
You man of no conciseness
You can’t defeat life with greediness’s
There is enough for all human in the universe
The universe is my home
A planet were my heart bleeds heals and love
A heaven for all
Nature
I bless God for nature
It is a great gift to life
What more can we ask for without nature my friends
We are lucky to be a part of it
We are Human with life full of blessing in nature
let harbour this gift of life
Let’s nurture the benefits of nature instead of destroying it
So tell the intelligent men that he can’t live with out nature
He can’t fight what gives him life
Yes no one is a supper hero fighting the source of all human existence
So tell the men with big plans for the future that we need a clean air
Nature is for all with out exception
so let’s us all protect what keeps us alive
It is never a bad decision for all humans
I tell you all no lie
Before my adulthood,
I recall to be a respectful, astute kid;
neighbors spoke of me well...
the ideal boy they'd have loved to have!
My mother was the proudest of all,
she ignated my ideas with a sparkle
that was the foundation of a growing spirit
challeging me and making me full!
Before my adulthood,
folks and things didn't move further away...
deeper into yesterday;
I discovered their sweetness,
never leading me to discontent!
Infinite horizons spread before me,
giving me many chioces
that questioned my intelligence:
which one to choose...a small mind
confronting a huge Universe...
taking the first step
and not fearing to look beyond!
Before my time of adulthood,
my plans for the future
were an indefinite number;
I stood before Creation,shrouded in wonders,
not questioning the undaring soul:
how to defeat fear and go past those bounderies
that intrigued those who were not afraid...
to seek the meaning of their existence!