Long Stay off Poems
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The seed of a flower can be good or bad.
Don't think too much about life, and be sad.
Understand that the compound will pressure you a lot.
Fight through the feeling and land in a perfect spot.
Gravitate off the ground, rise through the air.
Make the best out of life with an unbreakable stare.
Have the strength of a lion and always stay focused,
Not letting a peak of darkness come without notice.
Stay fearless and conquer the world by storm.
Stay true to your mind and keep your light on.
Darkness will try to interfere with your light.
Stay off the past and look toward the sunlight.
Mountains will form with pain and suffering.
Never let depression win; call on your mother.
So let this day be about opportunity and values.
Have a great "Graduation" and ride off like a stallion.
Work seven till five
To stay off the street.
When I do overtime
Come home dead on my feet.
Seems month after month
Can afford less to eat.
When they raise my rent--
Could be out on the street.
My car’s fairly new;
Got a decent TV.
My home has a view.
The bank owns them, not me.
I went back to school,
Got another degree.
Still work like a fool
'cause of the ‘conomy.
Ain’t yet had a raise
Since the day I was hired.
Each check buys me less.
Cost-of-living gets higher.
My one biggest fear’s
That I’ll never retire.
I’ll be working somewhere
‘til my ticker expires.
Ain’t yet had a raise.
Come home dead on my feet.
Each check buys me less--
Can afford less to eat.
My one biggest fear,
Since the day I was hired:
I’ll be doin’ overtime
Until my ticker expires.
When The Beach Boys or Cher comes on the radio
Watch out! Stay off the highway! Give me room!
For I turn into a sixteen-year-old invincible driver.
I push that petal so hard
Glaring at it
For it no longer goes to a hundred and ten.
Damn!
When Bette Midler or Mama Cass comes on the radio
Get off the freeway. Save yourself! I am tearing up the road.
Leaving a trail of pure rubber behind me,
Scaring all the old ladies in the other cars.
Damn teenage driver! They scream
Shaking their plump old fingers at me
Having no idea I am sixty-eight years old
As I fly past them,daring myself to die.
A warning sounded on my phone -
An elongated beep -
So loud it must be meant to wake
Whoever is asleep…
Alerting me that there could be,
Within my current range,
A dangerous flash flood, which I
Found really kind of strange.
There is no river and no lake
For many miles around
And certainly no ocean
Barreling towards higher ground.
Yet I was warned, “Stay off the roads
And don’t attempt to drive
For if a flash flood strikes you would
Be lucky to survive.”
The warning did its job and scared me
Near out of my pants.
Although the sun’s come out, you think I’d drive?
No, not a chance!
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Hallux rigidus at the first metatarsophanlangeal joint
Old woman's shoes suggested by the orthopedic surgeon_____
The nerve!!
Oh!! Shucks my driving toe...
It hurts to drive~~~
He says to let the toe rest stay off of it.....
The fix for right now_
Injection of Kenalog(a steriod)...
PAIN, AGONY and DESPAIR.....
Horrible!!
Old age has its pit falls...
Someday though I will shed this body of clay
I'll have a new body, Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life...
His body cringed and whined in a terrible anguish,
Counted gasps of last breaths foreboding his hopeless waiting,
His master whom he longed to see before his soul will finally be freed,
Will no longer return and their memories in her mind may even fade.
It was his second time that he had been caught by stranger’s fatal decoy,
The crux of the matter was her absence, so who could save him once more?
Happy were the days when he was with her…given foods, bones and toy,
On his first food poisoning, he was revived by her - such a great joy!
His halcyon days since puppyhood were wistful things to remember,
So naughty he was… poop here- pee there but he was patiently cleaned by
her;
He closed his eyes on his baths to feel his body scrub and nail brushing,
So tidy, yet he must stay off the house while she was in the office, working.
He had encountered accidents many times as he roamed around,
By his dog’s name, he was so resilient in his master’s care and love;
To give back all the pet’s love and compassion, he closely guarded her,
Going out at night, he didn’t care the many dogs that barked to hinder.
He was a real smart dog, looked like a trained one by his master,
He sent her to the bus station, then went back to fetch her after work;
When time came that his master has to leave and work abroad,
She was forced to leave him and he was entrusted to their landlord.
Who could save him from danger and death for the second time?
As his breaths slowly drenched, his hope crumbled in a quarter dime;
No one could really replace the sympathy and care of a real master,
No one could no longer save the life of a very dear smart dog, Saver.
Giving a last kind gaze to his pseudomaster seated beside him,
As if begging, “ Convey to my real master that I’ll forever be her loyal friend,”
After lifting his right foreleg, he slowly laid it down back to the ground,
Finally, on to his eternal rest from all sleepless nights in guarding his house.
November 19, 2013 10.15. pm
©2013by Leonora Galinta
Has death come for everyone?
One minute your here the next your gone.
We don't know in who death abides
Stranger, friend, or family member is
Where he hides.
Pull in your welcome mat Don't let them
Inside.
This is our reality.
Death will devour
In misery from a virus that is a mystery.
We don't know our hour
Forget the grass plot your burial you have
Lost
At no cost.
Who would of thought
That this year would be fraught
With death all around.
Yet, I am thankful for those on the rebound
Who are home bound.
To rest
And hopefully feeling blest
For death they did cheat.
Please, stay off the street.
To everyone I say this is our
Metamorphosis
Our genesis
So don't be remiss.
Our lives are a gift.
Even though for now it seems we have
Been set adrift.
Enjoy the sounds of the whip-poor-will
Nature gives us a renewed will.
Listen to music
And look for life's magic.
Right now we seem fragile
This is only for a little while.
Enjoy what God has designed
It is to remind
Us that he has created everything
That people have been altering.
Think
As you stand by your sink.
You have been given a chance
To do your own dance
In your own paradise.
Please, take some advice
Do more than exist.
Sure life is full of twists
This is where you can show your light
Shine it bright.
Don't be a hypocrite.
Make it exquisite.
Believe me I care.
I say this prayer
Let me be an ambassador
Of faith, love, and hope
For
People in life to cope.
I'm all alone in a room;
Nobody here;
So I remove myself from my chair;
Walk down the hall to the stairs;
Somebody took my house;
And made it inside out;
Now to cut the grass I have to do it under the bathroom steps;
Honeybees and fireflies;
Light up the place where once was my living room lies;
As a matter of fact;
It only takes four bricks;
To make a wall so big;
That it will furbish, furors and funk all the kids;
So don't pet the cat, or I'll kiss you with my bat;
You can't use that purr-fume that way;
Purina have to be fed everyday;
So little kids please come here;
Snickers, by far, will make any child crawl;
Then Baby Ruth just a sweet brute;
I know what I'd say;
I used to eat Milky way;
So kids please stay off the grass;
It'll be a matter of time when you'll have a house like mind;
This Room outside Inn;
6/25/81
Written words by James Edward Lee & Gary Boyle ©1981
Division is daunting, it can make you feel hurt, and alone.
Division is evil, it can make you feel empty and lost.
Division is like the way God explained we are alone when he is not by our side, because we have followed ways that have divided us from his laws.
Division of love, of life, of happiness, of all we need to feel right, can leave us with ways that hurt us.
Division from the garden of Eden, left us here, making us struggle with everyday issues that make us feel blue.
Division we have been told is a way to conquer and take control of a people, an area, a mind, a soul, just to mention a few.
Division is a way that love gets broken in two, and made to suffer from the division that leaves us feeling blue.
Choose love, choose the path that leads to love and life, stay off the path of division, and walk in the light.
May God, shine light into our life, may we see and pray for all that is right, and make our path in life happy and full of love and light.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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Date Written:3/22/2022
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