Long Switch Poems
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He fancied himself Mr. Fixit for things that broke around the house.
He had a knack for screwing things up which aggravated his spouse.
His tool kit consisted of a wrench, hammer, screwdriver and a brush;
Also, a plumber's helper to unplug his toilet commode to make it flush.
Mr. Fixit stood in water in the basement that came up to his hips.
He busted a pipe and cussed his luck with naughty words from his lips!
At this, his long-suffering wife became enraged and was totally pissed,
Screaming, "I told you so, Mr. Fixit! You shoulda called Angies List!"
A light switch went on the fritz and when repairing it he crossed the wires.
This caused a neighborhood electrical outage raising his neighbors' ires!
It caused all kinds of consternation and at this his darling wife hissed:
"Don't ever try that stupid trick again - you shoulda called Angies List!"
Mr. Fixit's next project was to cover the kitchen walls with new paint.
He splattered paint on the floor and stove proving a painter he ain't!
Losing patience, he wife hurled a skillet at him which barely missed,
Shouting "You incompetent nincompoop, you shoulda called Angies List!"
Mowing the lawn with his electric mower he ran over and cut the cord.
He received a shocking jolt and his spouse screeched, "Oh! My lord!"
That did it! He finally learned that if with his wife he must coexist,
Next time he needed help he'd call the experts at Angies List!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Dear Love,
How is life treating you?
Fair or Rudely as ruthless as she is.
The willful hope of your adamant beauty
Glows still? Or it's impeccable venom had harmed
Sundry eyes whose tongue long to taste?
How are relatives and brethrens,
Family,Friends and lovely foes?
How often does joy smile at you,
And how arrogant does boredom frown at you.
Whenever the pair switch their pace
Again,then hold the latter and free th former.
Wherever it may be,by that you'll be free,
And will see life in a new cloak girded in beauty.
I hope you're save with education?
Hope with her you're liberated?
Or is her sibling choking you?
Tell me please,Ignorance shall sterilise her.
Remember me to your heart.
Chasten its ear,that their is still an insisting
Soul that want to dwell in her.
Make it clear to her that,the insistor would remain a tenant
If she would not prepare for him,a room.
My message would not
Give you as token to stress I pray.
Yours Shattered,
Lust.
18:03:18:20:25
Many years ago, when I was just a young boy
The world was a safe place there was lots of joy
But I'm a lot older now and a lot wiser too
And I've seen the evil that mankind can do.
But when you read the news or switch on your TV
There is no more good news or is it just me ?
I look all around me and this is what I find
A world that's full of evil that's terrorising mankind.
Men have twisted religion and suited it for their needs
They think Gods on their side and commit evil deeds
You cannot oppose them for they will likely kill you
You must go with their ways it's all that you can do.
There are many oppressed communities living in fear
They call out for help, but the world does not hear
But sadly, that that much needed help arrives too late
By then some communities have met with a terrible fate.
There is no prayer book that says it's okay to kill or maim
But they carry out evil atrocities in their 'Gods' name
Their 'God' must be an evil one not the one who is kind
They're brainwashed by others with a twisted mind.
But there's hope do look around you, and you will see
People doing many good deeds for others selflessly
It certainly helps restore your faith in humanity
And you think to yourself that's how it should be.
it’s past sleep
the presence of quietness lingers
dark cheeks
against the window pane
but there’s light
on my side
of the street
Christmas lingers
like electricity
surging through wires
and the switch
won’t be turned off
quite yet
my tree stands tall
in its present darkness
because
it’s past sleep
but my mind lingers
over this poem
that I must complete
before
I climb under warm sheets
and I switch
to dreams
of
proverbial sugar plums
no crumbs
left for the eve
of a new year
but
that is a story
for
the morrow
no longer
will I linger
it’s quite late
I’m off
to bed
ready
set
snooze
and I linger
til
ten o’clock
as a bright
then brighter
light lingers
A political Opinion
(idioms taken from More Texas Sayings)
Composed: by Miracle man
3-26-2020
I believe she’s “so narrow minded
that she could look through a keyhole with both eyes,”
and could “start an argument in an empty house.”
When it comes to objecting, “she’s faster than small town gossip,”
and “so crooked you can’t tell from her tracks if she’s coming or going.”
I’ve always felt it’s better,”to keep your mouth shut and seem a fool,
than to open it and remove all doubt.”
She’s “like a rubber nosed woodpecker in a petrified forest.”
I’ve seen “her eyes stick out like a cowcatcher on a switch engine”
she “looks like death warmed over.”
because “she’s been around since water was wet,”
But,”she can strut sitting down,”
and believes that, “if she crows the sun comes up.”
Most politicians are like hogs, “they can’t pass a mud hole,”
and when they get their way, “they’re as happy as a hog in mud,”
but compromise “is like putting socks on a rooster,”
and “a hit dog always howls”
Tom
My nightly room
Single man room, so good, loved place in my life, peace and home
Night time from my bed I like watching the dark sky; stars, and city lights
The night light of the tall cranes in the distance twinkles to the stars
Good to live in the night, love friends the night, and dark in my life
From the station after work, my first way takes me to the night shops
My purchased drinks are accompanied to my home, sensual friends all
I love them, mentally my nightly friends, and start living the night of my life
Switch on the laptop, find good music on YouTube, drink, and do creativity
These hours are the best time in my life, day by day, day to day, all of time
Yes, incredible life
Good to live this life to live
Privileged life from life
Given only one gift from God my life; it all – everything
‘Say thank you to the God for your life!’ Said Satan.
‘Thank you, thank you my life, oh God!
Forgive my sins, but all sins want to create new horizons in my life
Not for me, it’s not for mine, just for the fantasy world of mind.’
I said it to God.
Life and mind are God. But God is the soul of the life and mind.
God asking you about your life. Answer him, ‘I am doing my life,
you gave me free will to live day and night, results are mine.’
‘It’s not right.’ Said it Satan. You need to make sure your life.’
He continued; Hmm, for me interesting Satan’s opinions often.
But this is another question. I understand him. Let’s talk later about it.
Life is life
Everywhere
Every time
In the street
In the fields
In the woods
In your room
Waiting for you
Always
Your life
I live for the life
I have no mine
Dropped
Goodbye life
Please,
find mine
Glass is empty
The laptop is off.
Whatever turns your crank
Whatever tickles your pickle
Whatever dunks your donut
Whatever waxes your dolphin
Whatever buffs your buddha
Whatever pops your cork
Whatever pets your monkey
Whatever frosts your cookies
Whatever spills your pills
Whatever trips your trigger
Whatever humps your camel
Whatever melts your chocolate
Whatever peels your onion
Whatever chafes your carrot
Whatever flops your mop
Whatever rocks your socks
Whatever teeters your totter
Whatever milks your goat
Whatever pings your pong
Whatever peels your banana
Whatever blows your nozzle
Whatever tips your canoe
Whatever flicks your switch
Whatever zips your zipper
Whatever blows your stack
Whatever... whatever... whatever!
More time enemies spend contemplating,
The less effective their plans cum value;
What strategies could have done debating...
Ends will out of genuity done argue.
Cut off each and all,
That stand closer for the fall-
In-out time of Saul.
Watch how seasons change without check in time;
Observe how closely and brief it spells through...
The span of space in range before its prime-
Switch away the whole world off its debut.
World is now so weird;
Friends that many so revered,
Divulge lies adhered.
Move in chance per luck within your known next,
Wish for the fact that you will become free...
With hope to see end soon as mind expects,
For pride at all eyes before you ain't key.
At level you are,
Back real ones from which you're far;
Not drag you to bar.
Be there with nobody who never won;
For they are friendly foes who see you brag...
Not for envy but they know not rerun...
Of which your stakes pushed before wins sag.
Oh, will you for such;
Forget life long put in clutch
To feel new; its touch?
Regards to all that brought shame around you,
Blessings to you that keep calm for their shots...
Awaiting peace of storming hell in queue:
That suffering yell over and never rots.
Not a fan of sh*t,
Like mind knows what eyes admit,
Yet gives calm permit.
Some declare:
“when the lights go out you are gone.”
I can’t help wondering where?
Energy is never gone, it transforms, persists.
Maybe what we think of as light
is wrong?
Light can blind, numb the mind,
it can be sickly, drive you crazy.
Light can inflame a maniacs brain.
True light has nothing to do with photons,
it could easily be termed a darkening
and still have the same meaning.
Light is a ‘Knowing’
without the need for knowledge,
it is beyond any concept of light and dark,
beyond thought,
religion or any spiritual path.
it’s simply knowing
how to flip the switch.
MY SOUL'S JOURNEY.
Oh my mind!
Oh my mind focus on the lord Almighty.
Think about His Majesty.
Let your eyes capture him on his throne,
And show what he is like to my phone.
Oh my tongue!
Oh my tongue, my mind's eye has projected the image of the supernatural and indescribable being,
So switch your phone from mute,
And tell my whole to salute.
Sing hymns unto him until my heart wakes .
Oh my heart!
My tongue is singing your favorite hymns in line with a melodic rhythm.
So don't hesitate to wake from your dream.
Love and worship him whose image my mind's eye captured with my tongue's tune.
Join my tongue and mind to facilitate my soul's journey.
Oh my soul!
Keep embarking on the journey,and don't be weary.
Where that indescribable being of whose image my mind's eye captured is, there you have to be.
My mind, tongue and heart are there to provide escort, so don't worry.
The journey isn't easy but will be worthy.