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You cannot trust people and that is a fact!
To meet their own needs, they will stab you in your back.
We all are self-centered, each to some degree.
God's word says the only one to trust is Me!
Even the sweetest person can turn on a dime.
If you can catch them at the wrong day or time.
In Romans three-ten he says there's no righteous man.
Then in verse three-eleven, he says no one understands.
If the One who created us describes us this way.
Don't you think you should trust whatever He say?
The news confirms what He is saying is right.
Families betraying each other, road rage and street fights!
I'm not immune, I have done bad things too.
I've had people say " Ken, that just was not you!"
We all have a fallen nature and are prone to do wrong.
The good news there's forgiveness at our Father's throne.
Guilt hit's our conscious and it's a sign we've done bad.
Repentance restores us and again we are glad.
My children your dad loves you, all I know I must tell.
Obey or disobey God, means for us Heaven or Hell!
You are free to disregard me and all that I say.
But know you'll regret letting your pride rule you someday!
Love Dad.
There is a bad love condition
That we all know as suspicion
It tears couples all apart
Because of no love in their heart
Their loving eyes start to turn green
Demeanors go from glad to mean
Attitudes turn on a dime
When someones taking what is mine
No matter what is done or said
Doubt fills up inside their head
Stubbornness starts to take over
They wont listen to each other
Insecurities start to weaken
A love that could never be beaten
By such foolishness and pride
That fills them up deep inside
If they just look back and see
How happy they used to be
It might stop this craziness
And end with a tender kiss
You’re only as old as you feel some say.
How will it feel on your eightieth birthday?
Everything’s quieter and harder to see.
Not everyone, just seems like it to me.
Portions are smaller as we sit and dine.
When we do drink it’s but one glass of wine.
No longer can we just turn on a dime.
And it gets harder to walk a straight line.
Your sleep is disruptive if it’s like mine.
Going to the bathroom time after time.
Get off your soap box, step onto my cloud.
Life is still better than wearing a shroud.
If you’ve reached your seventies as of late,
Thank your Creator for life can be great.
No timecards to punch, no bosses to please,
Life is to live as each moment you cease.
Crackpot TheorI-Zer
To Know So Much For
So Little! Turn All
Of These Screws,
I Cover The Bases,
I Spread All The News.
If I Turn On A Dime,
It's My Dime I Lost...
I'm Sure My Name:
"Interesting"
Will Cover The Costs.
No Factor: Intelligence,
When Nothing Seems Dumb...
Oh, That Was My Idea?
Say: "Son-Uva-Gun!"
We'll Serve It Self-Righteous
To Beat Number One.
***
It's A Little Long Winded:
Your Future En-Trusts:
To Say It Was Torture
Would Do It Unjust.
Now Just Pause...
*Your Confession*
Be-Cause:
I Destroyed The World
Since I Was Not Nearly
As Smart As I Thought I Was.
Try It Again, With More
Feeling This Time...
***
Yeah!
Rhyme!
Rhyme!
Rhyme!
-Gray Squirrel
06-10-2025
It's Summer time and I'm feelin' fine,
As the breeze ruffles my hair.
The sun beams down, turns my skin dark brown,
And I smile, I haven't a care.
The birds, the bees, the flowers, the trees,
And weddings in June and July.
Young things at play in the grass all day,
And little birds learning to fly.
Down on my knees in the garden I'm pleased,
As everything blossoms and blooms.
I look all around me as far as I can see,
The fields and flowers and dunes.
Along the coast birds dive and they coast,
As swimmers take to the shore.
Winter is past and now at last,
There's something to leave the house for.
The Summer sun's hot and believe it or not,
A good thing can turn on a dime,
If you don't take the notion to put on some lotion,
Because now it's Summer time.
Thanks to Jan for inspiring this one
She's quickly traveled to the top
With her witty and charming repartee
Her poetry rolls out nonstop
She recently said she was a “student of life”
Hope I can say the same of me
Through the many long years passing through
Learned how to be happy and free
Not always easy but with a positive outlook
You'll get over those difficult times
Without a doubt you're going to discover
Your mood will turn on a dime
Take it from me, the Ole Jester Jack
Wasn't always so “happy go lucky”
But I'm certainly happier than a lot of people
My life is really just ducky!
© Jack Ellison 2015
drawn the line ever so fine
somewhere between love and hate
optimism wary in the forefront
of caution flirting its blurred edges
the verdict by a thread
loosely hangs in oscillation
dormant danger staggering
lingers behind flimsy curtains
loving you exposes me
leaving me vulnerable
precarious on the balancing beam
over a trench of shifting sands
dodging odds gambled in a pinch
fearing clouded ulterior motives
i want to trust in you implicitly
risking being taken for the fool
though feelings can turn on a dime
should you unhinge my world
on the edge of love and hate
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on July 4, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND JULY 4 contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Young Bobby Lee, loved Patty McGee;
They were married in the spring of eighty-three;
Auburn locks and pretty as you please;
Patty was a looker, complete with sharp tongue;
Her greatest bi-ch was they were not rich;
Bobby was no lay about and worked hard every year;
The money came in, but Patty had an itch;
And though they never lacked for beer;
Patty wore a frown from ear to ear.
On the day he found out it filled him with glee;
When Patty told Bobby their two would become three;
They named the boy Tommy, Patty was a Mommy;
Yet, Patty still burnished a God-awful frown;
What were the odds? What was the chance?
When Patty saw Tommy, it was hate at first glance.
For her Tommy wore no princely crown;
She could tell right away the boy was down.
As the years expunged, Patty’s serrated tongue,
Cut Bobby into pieces. She ate up his fun until he was done;
For he came home each evening chockful of dread;
Till one fateful morning Patty found him dead in their bed;
He held tight a note written in red;
Patty ripped it away to see what it said;
Be good to Tommy, be a nice Mommy;
Make the insurance man pay.
You’ll finally be rich, which I know is your itch;
I only wish you could have loved me anyway!
The money was fine, and Patty sublime;
Until the funds ran dry;
Then she did rant and turn on a dime;
To Tommy she was, both cruel and unkind;
Her hate for him a mortal crime;
It came to a head, on that day of dread;
When Tommy turned sixteen;
Mommy tore up his heart, shredded it apart;
The scars they would not mend;
Tommy had a friend, by the name of Ben;
To his house he did wonder out;
He found a Marlin and some lead;
And home he did tread with his score;
He met his Mommy at the door;
She swore at him as he turned about,
And whacked her stiff and stout;
Mommy went down hard upon her back;
And before she could rally to finish her attack;
Tommy stuck some lead right in her head,
And as he headed off to bed.
Feeling no sadness, feeling no dread;
He softly whispered and this did say;
She could have loved me anyway.
There is a bad love condition
That we all know as suspicion
It tears couples all apart
Because of no love in their heart
Their loving eyes start to turn green
Demeanors go from glad to mean
Attitudes turn on a dime
When someones taking what is mine
No matter what is done or said
Doubt fills up inside their head
Stubbornness starts to take over
They wont listen to each other
Insecurities start to weaken
A love that could never be beaten
By such foolishness and pride
That fills them up deep inside
If they just look back and see
How happy they used to be
It might stop this craziness
And end with a tender kiss
Carpe diem.
Life can turn on a dime.
One moment you may be engrossed in a book and the next,
it's as though time...Time slips away, taking with it your imagination and civility.
Time steals your identity.
It fractures under the daily stresses.
Life....., OH life! It totally depresses.
You stand on an icy pond, frozen... sub zero temperatures.
Then suddenly it cracks beneath your feet, it ruptures.
You try to hold on, before long..... you're gone!
The cold, inviting-biting all the way to your very core.
All of your memories good and bad begin to soar.
Your last breath, your lungs filled with filthy pond water.
You sink down deeper and deeper, nothing else matters.
The last thoughts you pondered.
-What could I have done differently?
-What other options were there?... taking all precautions.
I have tried to see it through others eyes.
But linger the questions; what, where and why?
Carpe diem is a word many say.
When karma decides to have her own way.
Like a serpent, in the night!
Large enough to devour you, she may strike.
It is time that enslaves us all.
Good or bad, big or small.
Each decision made. Each word spoken.
A gift, a journey, a trial, lives stolen.
We may feel as though we are protected.
But the system is set, your minds redirected.
We live in the matrix. A maze, just like mice.
Derived, deprived. A roll of the dice.
Have you ever Russian Roulette?
One bullet in the chamber, cocking the gun. Life's regret.
With each and every breath you take.
Remember and know what's at stake.
Do on to others as you wish done to you.
Because the frozen pond is your life, it can crack too.
With all seriousness set aside.
Life and time, a wild ride.
Always remember karma may come.
Do on to others as you want done!
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