Long Purposes Poems
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(a story in Senryus)
I can’t figure out
why everything doesn’t
happen like I want.
I brush my teeth and
floss regularly, I wash
my roommates dishes,
I am generous,
I don’t run in the hallways,
I do my homework.
I support pizza
places, Amazon - I spur
the economy
semi-sleepless night
no worries, but tossing with
no sleep - what’s with that?
My health app says I
slept three hours, four minutes.
I’m low on toothpaste.
five-thirty AM
Lisa and I ran four miles
on the gym treadmills
Banana/ peanut
butter/ cacao/ oat milk/ chia
seed breakfast smoothie.
I've been in love with
styling dresses, layered
over flared jean pants.
My first look was a
tulle dress over sequined jeans
and tan kitten heels.
The winter hook-up
scene is in full swing - not for
me, I’m like second base.
I just lay around,
in sad, unfettered, boredom
- a crying shoulder
for others, I’m not
a skanky whore, like [censored]
- try penicillin - ß??ç?
Since, as you can see,
I am, for all intents and
purposes - perfect.
I can’t figure out
why everything doesn’t
happen like I want.
.
.
Webster: Unfettered: not controlled or restricted
ß??ç? is NOT a word, it’s a set of Greek symbols - if you read something in them, well, that’s just coincidental, isn’t it?
For all intents and purposes, when speaking of bearing crosses, we think of the literal cross of Christ with a proverbial reference to suffering.
Having so said, life gifts us with crosses whether or not we deserved or warranted them. We may build defenses, immunities, and tolerances, but none of such will completely void the crosses we face.
Illnesses, diseases, handicaps, losses, rejections, birth defects. We bear our crosses in different ways. Some of us are strong and by God's Grace are able to bear under and carry the load. There are those who refuse to fight when they fall and lie in defeat.
Bearing under does not meant we always smile saying, 'Praise the Lord'. Some become 'losers before they even fall, because they have no faith for their crosses. A story is told of a heavy weight champion fighter who was knocked down more than any other fighter in history. He was able to be a champion because 'he always got up'.
110321PSCtest, This Or That, Vol 8, Edward Ibeh Title chosen: 'A Cross To Bear'
Most often, we go through our lives
So focused with our dreams, plans, and
Purposes, that we fail to see things that are,
On the surface, rather insignificant. But on
the other hand, they arrest us, and we give
thought to their realities. That is why I am
Inviting you to walk with me along the trails
Of a two digit number of a highway and a
Two digit numeric that has followed me for
Most of my life. Case in point:
I am not enchanted by mysteries, but for
A few years now, I have been intrigued by
The NUMBER 49. I do not attach anything
religious or prophetic to the NUMBER 49.
An¨y attention to this number reaches only
to the level of a small muse.
I was born in 1949
The primary roadway to from, and through
My birth place in the Southern Region was via
U S HIGHWAY 49.
My father died when I was 13 years of age,
But I was blessed with many more years
With my dear mother who passed away when
I was 49.
As I muse over what is basically trivia, it came
To mind that my oldest son turned 49 this year.
By the way, I tend to be a very serious minded
Person, but I must add that I am an avid fan
of trivialities.
Anyway, back to the numbers. I and my family
lived in San Francisco for 8 years, and I became
A real fan of the 49ers.
While living over 40 years in California, part of my
career was in the transportation industry. On that
Job, I drove thousands of miles on HIGHWAY 49
In the gold rush areas.
Four years ago, my wife of 54 years and I retired
and moved back to the Southern Region. We live within a hundred miles of where I was born. You guessed it. We live within walking distance from the same HIGHWAY 49 which Runs through the little community where I was born.
Time is
From Inception to Demise
Written; by Tom Wright
January 2015
Time’s Chronological order is,
From future, to present, to past
Making our allotment to be,
From when we are, until when we were.
Its pace is un-slowing, and duration unknown,
We never share it, or save it, but expend it.
We often abuse, but will leave none unused.
Only God knows our un-numbered minutes.
Because He is the custodian of all time;
I believe God has granted man guardianship,
With the knowledge and responsibility of building,
And utilizing the clock for our earthly purposes;
I’ve sailed across the oceans blue
In search of promised treasure
I need to bid my pirate’s life adieu
For some riches you cannot measure
When I was invited to be part of the team
I was told it was a luxury cruise
Promised riches beyond my wildest dreams
Oh how I fell for the blackguard’s ruse!
Captain Bluebeard is a real mean guy
He promised me diamonds and pearls
But I’m so homesick that I sit and cry
And I never get to meet any girls
I’m stuck on this ship with sweaty sailors
You can’t begin to imagine the smell
I feel like the captain’s our jailer
My life has become a living hell
I’ve got a peg leg and a metal hook
Life’s not that easy for me
I stumble round the galley as ship's cook
But I really don’t like life on the sea
My parrot is my constant companion
He nags me that I drink too much rum
I drink it for medicinal purposes
This sailing can upset my tum
I wish that he would hold his beak
I’m fed up of his constant squawking
Why can't he shut up and not speak
We’re cooped up and he just won’t stop talking
So now I need to take drastic action
Tonight I’m going to leap overboard
The parrot’s squawking can cause a distraction
I can swim … I’ve got a swimming award
I stole all the diamonds without exception
They are hidden inside my wooden leg
The captain’s yet to find out my deception..
But I’ve raided his hidden nest egg
So now I can live a life of pleasure
And enjoy a happier life
I will relax and enjoy my leisure
And find myself a cute wife!
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Self destruction feels like normalcy
Sober life feels like a chore to me
Wanting peace and craving chaos Is a war to me
Pictures in my head tell me who I oughtta be
But with the weight of my vices I feel like I lack autonomy
There’s a lot of reasons to drink these days.
That’s what makes it hard to escape
Surviving in this economic landscape
Working at a sex shop is sour grapes
Especially when the wage is a low rate
When the night is gone the sun breaks
The empty room at “home’s” a reminder of my mistakes
Drunk alone and sitting on a milk crate
Cans of PBR around my feet
I’m feeling like a reprobate
Those times make me wonder why I ever did it.
But then the 7th beer you slugged down hits
And Youre reminded how it formed a habit
Music feels like ecstasy abd magic
And suddenly Youre friends with the whole planet
Youre calm in situations where most panic
And there’s always a party even when you don’t plan it.
I guess it’s the fun I really miss
I remember when I was young
We hit the bottle and the bong for a little fun
The cannabis had helped me when my brain runs
But enough time on the bottle. I come full undone.
I burned my life down around myself more than once
The worst part about it is I didn’t care
For all intents and purposes I wasn’t there
I had a lot on my shoulders to be fair
But what was once fun turned into routine despair.
On the streets and on my own, headed nowhere
But even when my life fell into disrepair
My only constant was the bottle, akways there
Thats more than I can say for most people in my life.
But don’t get it twisted i Aint bitter
I won’t dismiss the role I played either
But I still weathered famine and stormy weather
In the faintest of hopes that I would get better.
Then when you decide to stop, no one ever tells you
About what happens when you withdraw
Spending a week or two curled up in a ball
Feeling like someone flung at a wall
While the voices in your head scream thst Youre the worst of all.
There’s no help out in the world too
Everyone will tell only god can save you
But with all the I been through
Forgive me if I’m skeptical
And find these empty platitudes are untrue
They will see you as less, and you’ll never change that.
Autumn phrases as a river are being read
A man flips the page and glides his hands
He purposes a new chapter with firm eyes
And reads the river with a fresh new look
Every fold every crease is viewed by care
He steadies his course a mind of purpose
Give a quick look ahead to assist his glide
An abrupt move a change of direction
A journeyed page now concluded to anew
His story goes on down a rivered volume
Colorful edges enhance his read pieces
He furthers a read river of liked passages
Enjoying the scenery of every page shift
A river stated, a route records time entry
Eased day met of an extra Autumn book.
2019 September 22
Official Dish - Didactic
This dish is clean, comes with an official seal of approval
It must be kept away from others on the shelf
Nothing good can come from disobedience
When using dish detergent… Don't!
Be sober when you get close
Wash it frequently with chocolate soap
It is not nice to break it, rape it or lick it when you're through
Keep this dish from direct sun light
Away from loud children with hammers and knives
Weapons of mass destruction are not advised
It comes in a hermetically sealed box
Follow the instructions on the top
Make love to it if you must
With proper protection and gloves
Don't place hot meals on it or talk dirty
This dish is for display purposes only
If it breaks it can not be replaced
Take it for a walk on Tuesdays at 3:00 am
If it objects Wednesdays will have to do
Official dish has no intentions of its own
Didactic dishes do not own telephones
Are not interested in any thing but poems
According to their owners
Which is questionable based on what we understand
It is best to leave them alone
Official dish is one of a kind
Non political, round and flat
And that's a fact
That's all you need to know
As marriages are made in heaven
God is our Matchmaker
Yet, they are worked out on earth!
Our families get their names from Him
As He is the stronger party
In this love triangle!
His covenant with us becomes
The overarching Covenant
That supersedes every
Other covenant in our lives!
He has promised to be the
Miracle Worker, the Way Maker
Who turns water into wine!
Something beautiful out of the ordinary
Where we become a sign and marvel
As families give thanks to God
Because of our life together!
Where God is the Head of our home
Where we become one and
A threefold cord is not easily broken!
Although our follies and fallacies
Can interfere, strain and stain!
Yet, God in His mercy stands ready
To renew and revive our covenant
With Him, our spouses, kith and kin!
Covenants are sealed forever with His Blood
And with His eternal plans and purposes
To bring happiness and gladness
On earth and in heaven!
The world is out there
If we even knew...
A stranger if we dare
If we only know what is real...
We see each other everyday
We never knew to greet
What are words for strangers to say?
When an everyone i am... you meet?
We grew tired of everyone, you and I
Perhaps of ourselves... myself
And to the world we begin to lie
A deeper secret, an honor be held
If not for work or purposes
Forever to remain are strangers we be
Aren't we the ones to control causes?
Perhaps of ourselves we do not see
The world is a nowhere
Because of a known we knew
A stranger do we dare?
If only we knew what is real...