When thinking of writing your will,
Though you may not be over the hill,
You are forced to confront,
If I may be so blunt,
That some goals you may never fulfill.
For a will means you cannot pretend
That your life will not come to an end
And your heirs might be sad
But perhaps slightly glad
That they’ll have some new money to spend.
If you’re lucky, the will you submit
Will, as years pass you by, merely sit,
So you’ll even forget
All about it and yet
It will neaten things up when you split.
Categories:
neaten, death, life,
Form: Limerick
When the Sabbath was over, (the woman) bought spices so they might anoint Jesus’ body. Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb and they asked each other, “Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb? “
—Mark 16:1-3 NIV
angels neaten room
Jesus Christ smiles at the sun
strolls out of the tomb
resurrection...it’s begun
knocks the socks off everyone
3/2/2021
Categories:
neaten, christian,
Form: Tanka
Grant me Oh Lord,
Insight, that I may see what must be seen.
Vanquish the spirit of selfishness within me.
Expel the desire for vengeance.
Make me forgiving that I may be forgiven.
Eradicate temptation to all uncleanliness.
Do not turn away from me Oh God.
Instead restore me to Thy favor.
Give me intelligence that I may understand.
Neaten the way before me that I may see clearly the path that I must take.
I know I have disappointed You Oh Lord.
Teach me Your ways that I may be pleasing in Your sight.
You alone are my God and You are all I need.
Amen
Categories:
neaten, inspirational,
Form: Acrostic
Our grandkids have a dollhouse,
A gift we did provide,
With furniture and little folk
To fill the rooms inside.
It's used a lot, quite lovingly,
Yet every time we come,
It all looks topsy-turvy,
Which defies my rule of thumb.
I take five minutes worth of time
To neaten up the place,
A task the long-lost child in me
Does readily embrace.
And once I'm done, I let it go;
My set-ups they may spurn,
But even if they mess them up,
At least I've had my turn!
Categories:
neaten, grandchild,
Form: Rhyme
Inside a "rock" that's very fake,
We hid our extra key
And there it sat with real rocks 'round
Beneath a nearby tree.
We've never used it; all the same,
It's comforting to know
It's always there, though sometimes topped
With leaves or rain or snow.
A landscape crew came by last week
To neaten up our land.
Today we saw the work they did
And they deserve a hand.
Except those stones all disappeared,
With mulch piled there instead.
The missing rock with key
Made paranoia rear its head.
They'll break into our house, I thought,
Since often we're away.
Of course they'd recognized
That plastic rock where real ones lay.
But then I got my trusty rake
And moved that mulch around
Until my bogus rock (with key!),
Surprisingly, I found.
A jump to a conclusion
Often's quite a foolish thing
And isn't worth the stress and worry
That it tends to bring.
Categories:
neaten, missing,
Form: Rhyme