Never quit. Don’t give up the ship
Remember the Alamo
Go down fighting with Tex and Pedro
No throwing in the towel
No waving the flag of surrender
Duke it out. Don’t be a ‘fence-mender’
Win every battle.
Dominate the war
That’s what they pay generals for
Don’t give in to doubt
The enemy is yours to rout
That’s what life’s all about…
Until the first time you’re defeated
And your precious blood is depleted
Got it now? ~ WAR is an expletive deleted
Some do--are you a doer?
Some just take--are you a
taker? Some attempt to mend
what others break--are you a
mender or breaker? Then there
are others, grades and shades
between...seldom standing firm--
with the winds they lean.
The blender switches on,
The Clock starts ticking.
Stitching it's imprint,
Into Existence.
Each Instant,
Different.
Gears whirring,
Agitated, Stirring Emotions,
Splicing, Thoughts churning ,
Forcing Conforming,
To the vortex That's forming.
Conflicting Actions,
Unconscious Reactions,
Robbing Our Satisfaction.
We Keep on Running,
To the Next Attraction.
Unaware of the distraction,
Keeping us in Line.
Trapped in Times Design,
It Defines your day.
How Long you have to Stay,
Then Sends you on your way.
There's even Time to Pay.
Never Enough for Play,
So throw none of it away.
Attached to every move,
It fills all the Grooves.
Smooth and sly,
It slides on by.
Flying beside you,
Guiding, and Dividing,
Perfect timing.
The more fun we have,
Seems as it were cut in Half.
Yet an hour in sorrow,
Feels like no Tomorrow.
Your Faithful Companion,
A Wound mender.
Or your toughest Contender,
Keeping you in The Blender.
Quote: “The healing power of time is not a myth but a reality. Given enough time, most emotional pain eases and eventually disappears altogether.” – Allan J. Adler
Time, the alchemist of wounds,
When my heart is shattered, and despair consumes,
I am imprisoned in dungeons of darkness and solitude,
But time's fleeting touch offers solace, a momentary interlude.
Time, the mender of sorrows,
Weaving a tapestry of healing tomorrows,
Yet the heart remains in fragments, shattered and torn,
Your presence lingers, in every sunbeam and moonlit morn.
It may take an age, a lifetime or more,
To find someone who understands the depths I explore,
Together we'll embrace the blossoms, the birds, and the bees,
Discovering pearls in oysters, on sun-kissed shores by the seas.
Time, the essence that forever slips away,
In my pursuit, I often forget the love that holds sway,
Attachments and desires, earthly and crude,
Peace of mind resides in relinquishing their delude.
For in surrendering to the divine's embrace,
Time finds eternity, a tranquil, timeless space.
Two little shiny black eyes, full of love,
A canine companion sent from above.
Big teeth, yet gentle, a loyal defender,
Thought you'd be difficult, but you're my heart's mender.
You wake me up with joy each dawn,
A furry friend, never to be withdrawn.
Through life's twists and turns, you're my guide,
Together, we conquer, side by side.
Your presence changes everything,
In your paws, pure happiness you bring.
A wagging tail, a boundless trend,
Two little shiny eyes, my forever best friend.
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Causing love’s surrender,
Bleeding fondness and grace,
Love is no pretender,
Soft warmth you can’t erase.
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Stirring faith so tender,
Joy seeps into the soul,
Wonders God shall render,
Silence who can console.
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
True love won’t offend her,
Love survives the bitter,
A chill that could end her,
This love is no quitter.
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Dusk’s dreams, though so slender,
Abide inside to grieve,
Love is the heart’s mender,
Through the cold, just believe!
Wandering, ever wandering
straddling cultural divides
Never homing, ever-roaming
o’er fretful borders or oceans’ high tides
The hands of a tailor, a mender, a fixer-upper
conning the vernacular just enough for supper
Wandering, ever-wandering through darkest woods
a sharp eye for the worth of second-hand goods …
Known to one and all, the disheveled figure
makes his way with aught but moxie and grit
The wandering Jew, scraggly beard, ear-locks and spit
pride in his bearing ~ scraping by on faith and wit
"Brief interlude of awe, as squirrels climb trees and jump from branch to branch, to a fence ledge or phone line. To its home, either underground or an old decaying tree or abandoned woodpecker hole." Quote by poet
Dark wisp of sailing ships, mender through vast graying sky, slowing closing the horizon flaming sunset. Toying breeze fans and lifts the bright green leathery leaves. Squirrels scurry a pleasant musical interlude amongst the moist ground of sparse grass and roots, round acorns, and broken twigs, beneath the live oak trees shade, then they scamper away to bury their prize.
Camp fire orange flames
Closing what is left of night
squirrel's acorn feast
The mocking is shocking
Aunty Mavis stopped rocking
Then mourners were flocking
A cavalcade blocking
The streets of South Dorking
Rumours and talking
Like vultures out squawking
Proportionate baulking
Reputation ignoring
So boring, I'm snoring
The eulogy diction
Precise in it's fiction
The perfect life stitched on
Close the sale, get the pitch done
Now the coffin is sliding
The red curtain slow gliding
Velvet box soon residing
On a mantle piece hiding
It's a travesty clearly
Distant relatives merely
Hanging round for a number
Pass the bread and cucumber
Social etiquette blunder
Now poor Mave is asunder
The circus is closing
Uncle Sid is left dozing
With sandwiches curling
The world keeps on whirling
Lesson learned: be a spender
Be a builder, defender
A love fight contender
Not reciever, but sender
All that thrift doesn't render
A relationship mender
Remember, remember
God decides where to send ya
When it's goodnight Vienna
Sam Scott
24th September 2023
"Fresh rain a gift it leaves, a blending of primary colors on a canvas of blue background. God's blessing." Quote by poet
Fall wind gradually moves beneath eaves,
lacing in one side and out trees and leaves.
Nesting season kindles in the treetops,
bright vivid hues excess of sugars drops.
Outdoor ambient and kind in its spell
crisp breeze tousling foliage pleasant smell.
Gray stout clouds slowly gently mender through
like forceful bullies smothering sky blue.
Shower droplets fall to wet the ground's sleeves;
sun rays weave a rainbow as the rain leaves.
A cobbler from a distant land
is a mender of torn and worn-out shoes
He prefers mending hopeless shoes
than slightly-damaged boots
He will not charge you if your shoes cry out loud
He will only speak soft words
That your heart can hear out loud
One cobbler who sings while mending
One's pair of shoes, weary and sad for tending
One cobbler who tells a story about caring
Caring for people, even without knowing
Again you repeated the blunder,
Oh! My dear habitual offender.
Don't think much and ponder,
Avoid to stay in such thunder.
Days turns into remainder,
But failed to recognize the sender.
The lost fragrance of the lavender,
Remember him, he was a mender.
He used to be an absolute defender,
Fierce approach and said no to surrender.
He was the sole and lone pretender,
But now deprived and a neglected contender.
He never cared for any prime reminder,
Please don't treat him as a habitual offender.
There are services Ruth can’t render
Because clearly she is quite tender
And you have no right of A Bender …
I mean, Ruth may try a News Vendor
Or your car wash only its fender
Or your shoes keep leaving with Mender
And in your kitchen with A Blender …
Never forget that Ruth is slender
And of The Feminine Gender.
Touch tender has now gone extinct
Nobody has the time
Deadened hearts, no longer love inked
Mankind’s deaf to love’s chime
To be a child again
Devoid of feral stain
Mindful of other’s pain
Mind bender
Touch tender
~~~
Touch tender that once was the norm
Is nowhere to be found
Sharing, caring, endearment warm
Now buried underground
Fast pace makes life a blur
Feeling not love throbs stir
Unless head-head concur
Heart mender
Touch tender
~~~
Touch tender, not felt in a while
Those once close, now distant
So alone we trudge, mile by mile
To love, hearts resistant
We once walked together
Love the binding tether
Caring for each other
Love blender
Touch tender
06-April-2022
Triple Quietus
~ You’re the Mender of My Fences…
Time has a way of rusting out the wires
or rotting the posts off below the ground
and then the horses would go a strayin'
any place that the fence had fallen down
So you have to ride along the fences
specially after a big winter storm
Always being alert and diligent
to make sure the herd will come to no harm
Most times it might be just a little thing
like splicing in a tiny bit of wire
Other times it’s an entire section down
that’s when things can become a bit more dire
It seems you always know what tool to use
to keep our fences standing tall and strong
Just how to keep this wandering stallion
from doing anything foolish or wrong
You have a gentle way of fixing me
whenever doubt starts to rust out my wire
You are the mender of all my fences
the keeper of my heart’s deepest desire
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