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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
With the season’s cyclic turn
summer’s blinding brilliance gives way
to soft fading light and duskiness
clouds move swiftly across the blue sky
fleeting past the drowsing sun.
Leaves rustle gently in cool breeze.
nature’s palette is ready with new hues.
green color gives way to multi shades.
Maples stand proud flaunting their leaves,
of red, yellow, gold and ochre.
Acorns hang like earrings from needle pines.
flowers that blossomed under warmth and light,
are fast fading out and withering away.
it is amazing how nature carries out,
its revamping with each changing season!
Though golden moments are lost in time’s passing
let us gladly embrace the seasons of our life.
in each phase, a truth before us is unveiled.
let us relish the wisdom and quietude
autumn and the sunset years bring.
Written: June 30, 2024 For Unseeking Seeker Contest
Quote by Aristotle "Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom"
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My bid to solve the conundrum was fruitless.
Yes, our baffling species can't be rootless.
In the middle of the silence of my privacy.
And amid the well-informed set of primacy.
Man has a hodgepodge of inconsistent data.
We discern that it's a sly topic of alpha and beta.
So enigmatic, just beyond comprehension.
Sinister and heavenly beings coexist in tension.
Each life leads to a core, albeit stated or static.
Aims are inherent to human status, not erratic.
Arguably reluctantly recognizing its brilliance,
Trust audacity breeds resilience.
They carefully revere it as a fragile utopia to win.
We are unable to grasp a rainbow vivid spin.
But he pressed on, equanimous to the distance.
The sky rewards diligent deeds with insistence.
Revamping as a chameleon, tearing layers of skin.
I'm donning a dark cape and gliding into the scene.
When my gloom pulses akin to a hiss in my ears,
I recklessly embrace and succumb to my fears.
I'm cruising down, wondering what this means.
Who is the real me, with my threads fraying at seams?
Am I reckless, terrified, or even human under here?
Am I cruel or bonny? Which of my brain coils is clear?
Maybe it's just one aspect of my identity.
Continues to operate within my entity.
However, my actual self is a hollow grave.
When hearts break, legs turn jelly, as slaves.
I shall opine minus identity, envy, or vanity.
No work or economic stability can annoy me.
No status goals, no phony levity, will rule him.
My spirit will be freed after living a quiet whim.
Borderline: without me, what universe is mine?
Is it just me, embracing each day as it shines?
The times of forewarnings whereby recipients within close proximity of retiring may have to keep on working as a possible solution and thereby embolden the faltering and weakening future, and the eventual collaspe of the Social Security System that fundings will be depleted and thereby deny Americans their blankets of secured perpetuity.
Based upon the timings of the DC's outcry and imminent danger of the Social Security's abilities to stay above water and to maintain a stalwart opportunity without deviating needed resources to accommodate the lacking. The numbers of retirees have stabilized, meaning that less people were retiring.
The effects that the government had enforced on Social Security, changing its parameters and basic concepts and ideology of exacting quantum knowledge -- later is better.
Eureka, it worked. Social Security may not be fully secured, but numbers have proven the buffers are laxed enough to accommodate the retirees who are presently those who waited and this happens to be their retirement that they had put off till later, becomes their now for they could have been first in queue seeing the changes, and becoming the better you, the adherant crowd who off retirement for later. This product of revamping the system of "do or die", frightening outlook. Message loud and clear, that initial phrase was to get the truth matter methodlogy was the phrase, "Later is Better."
The massive campaigns put forward concerning America's Social Security System ensuring all Americans, particularly the wrokers of America, and a special message to those close to retirement: Your check will be in the mail or deposited in your Financial Institution, Well-earned, RETIREE.
During my pleasant and leisurely morning strolls
Gaze at the enthralling golden shower clusters.
Like to laze near that tree, eulogizing its elegance,
And reckoning how exult was it for its flamboyance.
One awful day a sudden strong gust blew
Making all the glorious and jutting clusters overthrew
I was deeply anguished as it lost its accolade,
Downhearted and stopped going by the promenade
But to my astonishment, within a short span
It was proliferated and got back its erstwhile vision.
When I was gaping at with admiration and shock,
A whisper came, “Pal, I have gained my glory back.”
I have realised no pleasures and pains remain forever
Revamping is the philosophy of wonderful Nature.
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (17)
any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 04/08/2020
Place: Honorable Mention
When I try adjusting with situation..
Time is displeasing.
When I attempt being on my own..
People are disagreeing.
When I wish to be near my loved ones..
Circumstances are pushing us to distance.
When I pray to forget baneful incidents..
Memories are un aiding.
When I seek complete relaxation..
Unfinished tasks keeps me slogging.
When I desire revamping my mind..
Inputs are non viable.
When I aim for peaceful life..
Dilemmas encroach me.
When I yearned for liberty ..
Domination incarcerated me.
Time keeps flying in the air..
Cannot be tethered..!!
10-6-2020
Note1:Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed as Honorable Mention in the Contest.
Note2:BRIAN'S SELECT C,any form,any theme
Sponsored by Brian Strand