Long Rule of thumb Poems
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Your lover’s drawing straws without you, better bid farewell;
he’d never time for rhyme or reason, so it’s just as well.
Slip out the curtained window quick, the future winks and calls,
ignoring paths of pagan gods, where faulty footsteps fall.
Identify faint flashbacks, cloaked and clustered in a heap
and sort out those you treasure most, you need or long to keep;
Forget about the epoch past, which wasn’t what you’d sought,
pursue instead remaining dreams before they come to naught.
Reflect no more on what it was he’d meant for you,
strike out ahead where something waits, has sent for you.
The graveyard night is haunted still, it hovers where you sleep
recalling souvenirs amassed, the ones that made you weep.
The poets poised in dungeon vaults, now growing old and bald,
retrace their palsied pleas in dust, like those that you once scrawled.
Except for runic proverbs carved on stone walls ill defined,
assumptions will not dog you that you dare to leave behind.
The fortune-tellers waiting at the moat for you
read tarot cards while setting sail a boat for you.
The road behind is empty now, the sky is painted black
so gather all the wisdom gained, no time for looking back.
Forego the prophets’ prophecies, so tempting to pursue -
although they might be asked advice, they seldom have a clue.
Reject the secrets they reveal, enveloped in their guile,
which be betrayed between the tombs in ruins of their smile.
They’re waiting with a fractured rule of thumb for you
while beating on a perforated drum for you.
A sand-glass dribbles distant dunes, the sun dial’s shadow’s late,
so now’s the time for slipping through the open swinging gate.
A joker wild defies the fools to read between the lines
in search of cryptic radiance the future world enshrines -
“the days ahead will wake again like waves before the dawn
when picking up the pieces left behind a passing pawn.”
A noble knight awaits to clear the board for you
when, soon, a cup of nectar wine is poured for you.
"In all fairness, all votes must be counted." It is in order to guarantee the correct electoral college votes are as accurate as possible. And that each presidential candidate receives the proper number of allotted votes per state. In all fairness, even votes for Senators may need to be recounted. This general rule of thumb especially applies in the battle ground states.
Because we want the correct amount of senators and balance of power allotted. The last time I checked, it was a fifty fifty split between Democrats and Republicans. If Joe Biden does remain our next president, and Kamila Harris becomes his vice president? She will determine the final senatorial vote in the event of a tie vote.
Likewise, if by some miracle or act of God, President Donald Trump serves a second term of office? Vice President Pence would choose the deciding vote. We need to pray the correct candidates are the ones that are ultimately elected. These unalienable facts remains true, even though we personally did not vote for them ourselves. God sets up rulers and removes them from office according to His divine will and plan for mankind.
Even though Democrats lost about five seats and Republicans gained a few seats, it is apparent the Democrats will retain majority over the House. However their margin will become slightly reduced.
This I firmly believe will help provide a necessary check and balance system. Both parties are vital in the preservation of the balance of political power. However, they need a mutual meeting of the minds, whenever possible. In order to serve the American public who voted them into office in the first place.
May the best men and the best women ultimately become elected to the highest political offices in our beloved country. "God bless America land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her..." Happy Veterans Day may we never forget both your service and both your dedications to our country!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 11, 2020
Roxy Lea 1
She’s rolled up with patience
dedication and faith in the Lord;
her strictness punctuated a shared vision
that focused on learning acquisition.
Her punctuality, precision, and determination
to teach her pupils with discipline and right focusing;
as a rule of thumb she always obeyed
made the essence of what music means to all.
Rain or shine she’s there in her cubicle
waiting for her pupils scheduled to take their lessons;
those Hanon exercises, arpeggios, and other finger articulations
would lead off in concentration or warm-up in every lesson.
Perhaps she’s a scarecrow to some who hadn’t known her;
but she’d a listening heart described as a story line;
with depth and assurance that no one is denied,
along with other slow learners who coped with perseverance.
Truly, her endless word to slow down in every measure,
her technique that entailed so much discipline and correction
through memory lane I still remember a constant repetition;
her affinity for perfection that requires discipline and proportion.
She’s a teacher keenly aware of her pupils’ emotions,
her generosity explained either in time or learning a score;
as a sign and meaning to pedagogical association
with thriving efforts to play the music with technique and precision.
She’s held in the affectionate memory of her pupils,
their collective thoughts about her fittingly honored her
a woman like her with a horizon of meaning to everyone
a true Filipino educator with a glowing torch in her soul
and her music sustained my vocation to go on.
Its magical link to depth and soul of human expression,
its beauty and inspiration that kept me to deepen my own calling;
to make piano sing in the balance of emotion, technique and celebration
a way to experience Him with wonders and beauty – limitless world.
Maraming salamat , Maestra Marina M Diokno!
I really missed you; I really treasured whatever you taught me;
your strong affinity for virtuousity, allegato and sostenuto,
indeed, a memory lane suffused with gratitude and threads of appreciation.
Once upon a time, in the early years
before I walked and talked,
a cell phone at my ears…
before Instagram or Pinterest or Facebook
strived to overtake my very mind,
sometimes, I felt like my heart had been forsook
leaving me troubled, on the edge of life’s shadows
forgiven by God, even though I’d often mistook
darkness for light, wrong for right, day for night.
Once upon a time, in those days so long ago
before my heart’s regrets, I’d reject
knowing I could never pay all that I owe…
I owe Him my life, my love – all the hope that I can give
I owe Him the kindness of grace and mercy,
the beauty of a faith who knows He will truly forgive,
despite the truth of a heart who is reckless,
a heart who has led others to be too combative,
a spirit who is filled with too much pride, too much self
until God Himself paid the price – it’s transformative!
Once upon a time, before iPhones, iPads and iPods
I knew the meaning of friendship full of love,
Friends were so important, loving against all odds…
Back then, I felt the inklings of sin in the air
But before walking toward the shadows so feared
I knew that my Savior would never, ever dare
To leave me without a hope, without His gentleness,
I knew that His love would forever be there,
Guiding me on, toward the promised land – in His Presence
I would know the wonder of grace beyond compare!
Once upon a time, in the past where I come from
There was a hope, a dream, a promise that comforted me
His love was alive and it was free, and as a rule of thumb….
His light shines so that I’ll forever be –
walking on the path He trod, the path
of everlasting peace, eternity I’ll one day see…
forever with the One who lifted me from the pit,
taught me about love that was heaven sent, completely free
offering me grace that saved me from me!
Well it’s not a laughing matter but I’m grinning once again,
‘cause out of nine of us at work, five have felt the pain,
of suffering as a ‘bloody idiot,’ after having a few beers,
and trying to do the wrong thing, which ended up in tears.
Before I tell you what one done; although I think you know,
If you want to drink and drive then there’s a chance you’ll blow
into a tube of crystals, that changes colour if your breath
contains a hint of alcohol; and that is certain ‘driving death.’
Now young Winston from the office is looking very glum,
for he tried to shun a breath test that as a rule of thumb,
is the silliest of options, so when he turned into a side street,
two coppers waited patiently and who Winston got to meet.
I lectured Winston on his silliness but young blokes never learn,
‘cause four blokes here before him have already had their turn,
at using ‘shanks’ pony’ transport to convey themselves to work,
and now they watch from footpaths where coppers tend to lurk.
But not me, I’m too smart for that; I told these bloody fools,
I would never drink and drive my car, or try and break the rules
by dodging breath test stations; and Winston dropped his head,
‘cause he didn’t heed my message but defied what I had said.
And I proved this at a Christmas party that we held last year,
when whisky started flowing and chased with full strength beer.
I was way above the limit but my car stayed off the road;
instead I took a bus home and I was still in drinking mode.
And sure as heck at Christmas time, a breath test station’s up ahead,
but coppers waved the bus through, what car drivers surely dread,
and I arrived home safely which surprised me quite a bit,
for I’d not drove a bus before and don’t know where I got it!
It has been frequently said, that fervent prayers make a world of difference!
I am thereby calling upon the God of the heavens and the earth, to heal our people and our divided lands. And let not our enemies triumphant over us!
It is all too sad but none the less true! People in positions of wealth, power and influence have sold out our countries to powerful enemy nations!***
They have betrayed the very people, who elected them.
They have betrayed the very people by misinformation.
They have betrayed the very people who they educate. ***
They have betrayed the very people, whose money they
invested. They have sold out their medical resource systems.
They have betrayed the very people, who are their employees.
They have betrayed the very people, who they entertain. etc. ***
They have done far more than to sell out their countries' populations! They have sold out their souls to the very devil himself! "For what is a man profited, if he should gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his own soul?" Matthew 16:26. The same general rule of thumb applies for the feminine gender as well.
What must we do, but pray that God Almighty prevents them from further selling their own countries down the river to a certain rich communist country! This country has world dominion on its very mind! In fact they even consider the European nation of France as one its provinces. If they completely succeed in taking over the United States of America? What chance do other countries have in retaining their own freedoms! Only the Lord God will be able to stand in their way!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 14, 2020
11/14/20
Youth, Life, Love And Its Most Precious All
When young, life was full of joy and great thrills
I recall that was how happiness feels,
a new toy a trip to the nearby park
birds singing, magical flight of a stark.
Ice cream served on a sweltering hot day
out of classroom watching a new school play,
Majestic day fishing, feet in the pond
our favorite movies, we were so fond!
Growing up, tremendous change had to come
too oft heartache became the rule of thumb,
Love gave its kiss and even sorrow too
in its realm, sweetest of desserts were new.
With such beauty and deep satisfaction
sometimes came the opposite reaction
truest of our sweet love, was denied-rejected
in pain hurt, we felt our soul was neglected!
In living through life, its good* and its bad
if wise, we could find depth of what we had,
love and sorrow are both needed to grow
happiness found, oft sorrow comes in tow.
Treasures great and small are in youthful past
best we embrace it and not run too fast
Through it all family, love matters most
without that, time was no more than burnt toast!
Robert J. Lindley, 7-10-2018
Poet's Note: On July 10th, 1978, a most beautiful and very precious soul that I loved so very true and deeply died in a car crash. Her death almost completely destroyed me and this is the first time I have ever mustered up the courage to write a poem about it. She was its " good *", - its greatest beauty* at that time in my life, its most - precious all*....
For 40 long years, I could not find the courage to sit to write this tribute to the memory of her sweet and kind soul.
I have now found such, because "family and love matters most", and I am now truly blessed with such a God given gift....
It’s a lesson I learned in grade school that still echoes in my mind…
A lesson on the sadness and cruelty of prejudice…
and the joys of being compassionate and kind…
A large new student entered our close-knit world
and as was our cruel and childish rule of thumb…
immediately we had a name for him…we called him Big and Dumb.
I imagine we were a little intimidated and afraid of this big new kid in school…
Why is it fear of someone different sometimes causes us to be cruel?
But once I got to know him…once I took the time to see
except for his enormous size…he was a lot like me!
Just like me he had his fears…his anxieties…his insecurities…
and just like me he liked his burgers with lots of ketchup and Swiss cheese.
He was smart and funny…we could always make each other laugh…
I helped him with English and he helped me with Math.
I was hesitant at first to to approach someone so different and unplanned…
but found acceptance and friendship easy once I took the time to understand.
It’s a lesson, if we’re lucky, we learn as children:
How our world is such a beautiful place to be…
and how what makes it beautiful…is it’s diversity.
If we’re blessed we learn from our childhood mistakes
and leave behind us once and for all…
those times we acted out of fear and ignorance…
back when our minds were much to small.
For it is these lessons learned in childhood
that contribute to the adults we will become…
helping us grow up big and smart…
instead of big and dumb.
It was a lesson I’m glad I learned early…much earlier than expected…
and I’ll always be grateful for the time when our two lives intersected.
When in swanky restaurants, 'tis easy to daintily dine on cordon bleu,
But dining on lobster requires deft finesse without humiliating you!
For what its worth, I offer the following that I've learned o'er the years,
To show snobbish waiters you're really not all that wet behind the ears!
First of all, a wizened waiter will provide a bib if he's really on the job.
(Somehow, they perceive right away that you are a rather artless slob!)
When cracking open each morsel, some violent squirting may occur!
Should juice spritz the guy at the next table simply say, "Sorry sir"!
The hapless lobster is dissected in certain order to make the meal complete.
First, remove the claws, crack the shell with a claw cracker and remove the meat.
For this a fork is provided, then discard the shells in a bowl being discreet!
Next, twist the tail from the body and break off the flippers - those you musn't eat!
And now for the piece de resistance, that long anticipated holy grail,
(That you paid fifty-five bucks for!) - that scrumptious lobster's tail!
Insert a lobster fork into the flesh and gently ease it out of the shell.
(Sucking meat from the legs is optional - on that matter I will not dwell!)
A female lobster might contain a bit of roe considered a delicacy by some.
(If that is your fancy, quietly asking about the lobster's sex is the rule of thumb!)
Plunge lobster pieces in butter taking care not to let it run down your arm!
(Leaving a sizeable tip for the disaster you've created wouldn't do any harm!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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I’m nineteen years young,
Every minute is spent thinking.
“I’m fed up,
I’m here,
I’m done.”
Was eighteen years when the sunny days finally begun,
Now I could disappear off of this sphere,
I just wanted to be near someone.
I’ve been thinking.
“When is it my turn,
When do I get to appear hurt in front of someone?”
I get hit back,
Now I’m rethinking.
“I’ve been busy,”
Well,
Fair enough.
Now I’m left on seen,
Little heart left by my hurt,
Could feel my confidence shrinking,
Do people even care when my times are rough?
I just want to feel seen,
I may have done a little dirt,
But I’ve just been overthinking,
And now another day of it seems to come.
The irony seems clear from where I’m coming from,
But maybe you don’t see it,
How can I honestly hold that against someone?
Not everyone thinks of me,
I fear that’s true,
Kind of a rule of thumb.
Everyone wants to think they’ve got it so tough,
But everyone should practice modesty,
Don’t let the fear overtake,
Don’t let the fear front.
Pain overtakes,
And sometimes it feels so impossible to overcome.
Chain reaction,
Never felt like I was cold until the rain finally come.
Staying awake,
Like sleeping chimes the dinner bell,
And invites the pain to eat up all the crumbs.
I don’t want this day to end,
I don’t want the pain,
I desire numb.