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There was a man who had a horse
Means of friendship and transportation of course
Everywhere the man did go horse was there for show
This horse began old to grow
To the used car lot the man did go
Selecting a car with many horses you know
Not knowing it was a lemon he bought
Now on the car he constantly sought
Parts to replace what would not go and
On one side the man would stand
Peering into the broken car with plan
On a stump on the other side
The horse would stand trying to guide
His friend on where the problem did lie
Also he was studying the working parts
Trying to figure out how all those horses fit inside
Falling, I don't know what to do
Down the lane, all thoughts sink
Traveling through my own blue
Coming, I feel Thy eyes' jot blink
You give me a hand in my hand
All thoughts give way, blue brand
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Listening to the rays of Thy eyes light
I thought everyone has just said goodbye
Shining gradually brighter triggers fright
Happy yet couldn't lift my stiffed thigh
You give me a hand in my hand oh Lord
All thoughts give way, blue brand sword
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Selecting, I think new to brighten up life
Of certainty is no assurance like change
Constant to check out on one cum strife
Forestalling discipline if by chance estrange
You give me a hand in my hand dear Sir
All thoughts give way, blue brand demur
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Speaking to the test of time cum faith
I beseech grace to accompany my vow
Cos I am a young man toting interfaith
How will I get my place to labor one bow?
Give me a hand in my hand to hold
Before one, that I can stand so bold
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Trying, I have tried to flee many a time
Away from the memory of past belief
Either cool or warm to bury tough crime
Then Clean my house with Joshua's relief
Give me a hand in my hand off sorrow
Before one, that I can stand tomorrow
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Reading out my account on your way
I sensed the night had overtaken light
Either true or false, morning now pay
Darkness hugely to shine out of plight
Give me a hand in my hand cum trouble
Before one, that I can stand to bubble
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
The Golden Years
We celebrated the years with so many memories, birthdays, funerals….
As we took a stroll through life and archived all the memories we had featured
With these golden years
We reflected on our retirement after we met ourselves as employees working well with the passing of age
Our pasts made choices for us including our lifestyle activities
And those choices included low activity, poor diet and a high alcohol intake
Realizing how hard it was to fight this process
Every day was a repeated expression of events as we looked around and took an inventory of the average senior human being
We lived good lives now that we had bad knees, hips, need stents, hearing aids and more which the middle age will never understand
We had counterproductive lifestyle behavior that are now affecting our health with choices made for us
And somehow with these choices came clinics we built with an assumption of calling it a health-care center having professionals assessing our average senior
We served with experience acquired throughout the years
These golden years drew us closer to a self-selecting population requiring a routine checkup preciously because they are fairly healthy
With these years a discovery of how rare our species are, made a realization of how precious our souls are
We were soft, sensitive and had a lovely gesture and we never lost our shine even when we had wrinkles on our faces
These years awarded us the opportunity of earning leisure, a time to rest, relaxation and care without an obligation to maintain an economic level defining the young and middle age
The second wind painted images which made us fragile, superfluous and infantile taking away our powerful mental and emotional constitution, rejecting stereotypic impulses of others perception of us
With everything came time, wisdom, talents to others with an everyday affair of being treated with respect and we had the willpower to strengthen our lifetime challenges adjusting to loss and change of all kinds
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Justice In America
by Edmund Siejka
Sam, the lawyer
Needed a real job
Short on cash
And unable to find work
He did what he knew best
He sued the government.
The job he wanted
Held promises of security and a steady check
But it required knowledge of government regulations
And fluency in Spanish
Sam had neither.
Much to his dismay
He was not selected for the job
Infuriated
Sam filed a request for a hearing.
Over his strenuous objections
An Administrative Law Judge
Found that Sam did not have the combination of specialized experience
To help him do the job well
And denied his claim.
Brooding over a long, cold winter
Sam decided on a plan
In early Spring
He filed an appeal before the full Commission
Complaining that the Agency’s reason for not selecting him
Was merely a pretext for discrimination.
Sam further argued that he could have easily learned how to perform the job
Because his was an attorney
With credentials clearly superior to the other candidates.
In a rather short three page decision
The Commission
Concluded that Sam’s legal education was not so exceptional
As to undermine the Agency’s decision not to hire him.
Recognizing that discretion was the better part of valor
And realizing that his money was better spent
On the basic necessities of life
Sam left the State of New York
And relocated to Florida
Where he now sells used cars
To elderly widows.
In that moment before we're about to touch another life
when deciding whether to be cruel… or kind
here a little something we need to keep in mind…
Think of all we both will gain
when it’s kindness we are choosing
Or…
when it comes to selecting cruelty,
think of all we’ll both be losing.
If there is one lesson our life experience has taught
when we think we’re only touching one life…
there’s a good chance…we are not…
Because when we touch one life…we never really know
how far the ripples of our kindness
or our cruelty will go…
So, in that moment before we’re about to touch another life
whether it is kindness or cruelty we clutch
may we take that moment and think of all the other lives
our kindness or our cruelty may touch.
Dad made the low table.
one of the things his hands
have given the house.
Now it holds her photograph,
the small lamp,
and cyclamens lifting
their pink faces
through lace-filtered light.
Each morning, he says Good morning,
then switches on the lamp.
He takes the walker
into the garden each day,
selecting what is flowering
among her favourites
and brings them back
in his careful hands
to place beside her frame.
The curtains soften
the afternoon to green.
On the table he made,
fresh stems lean close
to her face in the photograph.
At night, he says Goodnight.
He brushes her face
before turning off the lamp.
Beyond the lace,
one late flower
holds its colour
in the fading sun.
Many years have now passed, a message from my father,
sarcastically me he did chide
You won't live any longer,
from the lifestyle you have chosen to abide
My response to that remark,
it's not quantity of life that I seek
But quality every day, to live a healthy lifestyle
that will constantly keep me at my peak
So I looked at health insurance schedules
to assist achieve my aim
The first one called a universal scheme
well that one, it didn't fit the game
Illness insurance
is what it should be termed
Doesn't stop the sick, be they rich or poor
escape illness, they can both become infirmed
So the health insurance scheme
I chose to incorporate
Follows laws of nature, starting with,
carefully selecting everything I ate
Food free of pesticides,herbicides and fungicides
all produced with love care and passion
No commercial agricultural produce
For me these poisons are along way out of fashion
The use of early morning sun
stimulates the hormone melatonin
Unwinding resulting, early in the night followed by a restful sleep
from another hormone secretion seratonin
Exercising in the form,
of running every day
Whilst breathing through the nose,
both in and out, that's the recommended way
There are many other methods to keep the body healthy
I don't have lots of money
But wellness is my way of being wealthy
The Covidlike phrase slithered into my consciousness,
coiled itself around unprotected prudence
and constricted.
Its bifurcated tongue touched the untouchable,
testing whisps of thought with darts of anger,
selecting venom’s next victim.
Overlapping scales pressed against prudence’s mouth,
squelching her response.
Logic attempted rescue--
came from all directions
seeking this unexpected foe,
while normal dissipated
like mist on a summer morn.
Each time I repeated the phrase
coils tightened,
making venom drip from fangs of desperation.
Confusion overflowed its cauldron,
spilling into and flooding the chamber of id.
I looked for escape--
a response to entice normal to return,
but found no words.
Change forced himself upon me,
overthrowing bastions of prejudice and privilege,
making me repeat his words,
“Silence is violence and civility, complicity.”
To enjoy the thoughts that are truly fine
to be able to Love for endless time
earthlings use Love like a weapon or tool
withdraw it for punishment which is terribly cruel
Love's burning oil brings happiness and joy
but many use it like bait or a toy
people dangle the carrot like some sort of reward
take what they want from you till game day are bored
Jesus showed Love was precious to defend
those entering his kingdom know it never shall end
He taught his disciples that God is Love
is superior to the world descends from above
Intense Love will care for your heart
will build you up endless time from the start
how few can navigate it or read it's chart
yet most recognize it should never depart
There is a war in the world most do not see
your choice of rulership will affect eternity
choosing the wrong King will get permanent death
selecting the anointed rewards endless breath
Lucifer told the woman that they would not die
by religion he's fomented the eternal soul lie
cloaked part of the Truth he chose to reveal
the same deceit today does True Life conceal
If one practices hatred he's already dead
doesn't recognize that Life from him has fled
if one walks in Love one has Life that is True
be kind to his brother what's good will renew
There is only one Way to get eternal Life
you must marry the Truth devotion of wife
in submission to Love it's rewards will you reap
like Jesus obedience it's Laws will you keep
Unlike the vow till death do you part
those who die in the Truth find eternal start
those born of God will conquer the World
the Truth of the kingdom before them unfurled
God has set Life and Death before you this day
through the pen of Truth God has had his say
gently he coaxes to his children with Love
to teach them to reflect the Light from above
sources Gen 1-3 Deut. 30:19-20 and I John
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
'Hole in Heaven' composed by the certain dramatist of India
Depicting the Heaven captured by earthly power-mania
Yahweh’s three-leg-throne getting easily bombarded
And the whole heavenly communion getting annihilated
'Bye, Bye, Butterfly' I titled a poetic piece once, my friend
Poems are endless and real poems find no perfect end
I am talking to you today about selecting a fitting tile
It's not so easy when you write a literary work vital
When on earth I find my works getting lesser or no viewers ever
Immediately a pain starts pricking me just like an office pin, severe
'The Respectable Donkey' -well-versed; rhymes jingling, yet, why
This work gets as though dust-bins standing neglected eternally by
What else you want? indeed, important is the way you say
Take time to edit and get masters’ views on what you convey
All the same, find a proper title like 'Taurus in its Temperature'
That attracts anyone who comes across your work makes sure
‘My Last Cup of Whisky’ I titled one of my counseling works
‘Who drinks whisky in a cup?’ a genuine critique questions
Cup or glass or vessel or plate or kettle or pot I simply tell you
If you drink whisky, constantly, you need to take care, Best wishes!
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