My thoughts on the back burner of my mind
I put you on the back burner just like you did with our relationship
Real love takes real sacrifice
What you have has to suffice
When you put your one first
You see them at their best and their worst
Above anyone and all else
Even if your own heart and desires melt
When you realise your sole purpose
Is to be of help and service
With the one you want to spend everyday with
In life and laid next to in death
I would take a bullet for them
Realising they are your diamond gem
Everything you have only one thing in pursuit
Never seconding guessing or dispute
Self sacrificing your own mental health
Time is more important than wealth
Physical health on the back burner
Always available to listen to her
There is only one chance at living
Being with one person is winning
Trusting and caring for your soulmate
It takes two to be great
Comfort belies not upfront, where the bright glare blinds,
But in the glowing lingering embers of the afterglow.
In the afterburner of the karaoke sing-along song.
Humming the back-story concoction of memories
Translucent and phosphorescent.
Tarrying perchance, in a happenstance dance,
A wake, lingering long, along into the night
On the back-burner, dimmer set to simmer.
Good Intentions
Written: by Miracle Man
1/25/2025
Procrastination often swaps a sure thing for perhaps,
our opportunity can disappear during times elapse.
On the back burner is where opportunity takes rest,
placed there by daydreamer’s not doing their best.
Armed with good intentions, to do at some later time,
but find good intentions weren’t worth a thin dime.
I push myself not to look back,
To stay in the moment, to stay right where I'm at,
This move has been hard, and so lonely sometimes,
Reflecting on my life, too much in my mind,
Pulling apart moments I never thought I'd see again,
Yet seeing them now through a different lens,
Is it change for the better, or remorse to see,
What I allowed how I treated me,
I forgot myself caring for everyone else,
I pushed my heart on the back burner, and placed it on a shelf,
I thought all these years I was doing it right,
Putting others before yourself, I took my grandmother's advice,
To avoid being selfish, I walked away so many times,
Believe in God would fight for me, because the fight was not mine,
But was I really confronting my heart and soul,
Was I really letting it go...
When I was little, before I started school,
my dream was to be a professional dancer
for I knew I had that natural talent instilled
in me, talent that was not taken seriously.
The magic, beauty of dance stayed in me.
Although, I never had any dance lessons,
I was always selected to perform at my
schools, recitals and community events.
Life took over and as I navigated the many
twists, turns, inclines and descents of my life,
like a roller coaster, it became loud and clear
I was not meant to be a professional dancer.
My burning desire to dance flickered, as it
was put on the back burner for many years.
It was set on fire after I retired and started
dance lessons and living the time of my life.
It has been six years since I have been doing what
I love, dancing to express the beauty of dance in
my feelings, grace, agility, moves that the people
around me watch and feel the liveliness within me.
Yes, they come and tell me ….
Perhaps Tomorrow
Miracle Man
1/26/2024
Just as thoughts seldom reach the ears of another,
complacency will shy away from new things.
Procrastination causes death to things started,
and a don’t care attitude is OK with the dings.
We place “too busy” items on the back burner,
with intent of finishing when time’s not in flight.
But there most die, lacking needed attention,
they die a slow death because our desire is slight.
You’re beautiful to me;
Your smile,
your laugh,
even your deafening silence is beautiful to me.
You simply being you is something I love to see,
something I love to embrace,
and something I love to hear.
I wish I was able to call you mine,
embrace you in a warm blanket of love and reassurance,
and though I still can,
it doesn’t convey the feelings I have for you.
though I know they have to be condoned,
something I have to keep off to the side,
essentially on the back burner.
I wish to show you how you should be treated,
how I want to treat you,
yet I’m not aloud,
There’s an invisible barrier that I can’t cross.
I will still love you, regardless of what happens,
because for now,
our souls are intertwined in something that I can’t untangle.
So for now,
you shall be tangled
within my soul.
Sometimes,
I think of Emily Dickinson,
and how she pressed on,
writing...
word after word,
her eye affliction
put on the back burner,
her need for reclusiveness
an ace in the hole,
for mastering the art of a poet,
because she "could not stop for death,"
her life became
a drop of glistening water in the sun
as she leaned in
"toward eternity."
Office hours have certainly changed
No longer is it a 9 to 5 work day
With the new “work from home” format
The office atmosphere is a thing of the past
The comaraderie that's existed for decades
Is gone and replaced with a “hermit society”
Work production has probably suffered
The chance to do a little gardening
Getting back to the urgent work projects later
Putting them on the “back burner”
Consequently some will work into the night
To meet the next day deadlines on time!
There's a good and bad side to this change
It takes dedication to mangage
With the new “work from home” format
Some will succeed... some will have a problem
I wish much success to all in the future
Recently, I awoke
from a very specific dream--
In which I expressed
my getting-a-B.A. scheme
A long-time ambition
I've put on the back-burner
Delayed because I'm not
much of a wage-earner
It'd be easier to succeed
with a B.A. under my belt?
Hard to get there
with low self-esteem (as I've felt)
Plus it'd make my outlook on life
more well-rounded
Even if all that online study
makes me feel grounded
But as for a potential professional job
without a degree
I'm looking into Indexing --
might be just right for me!
Then if I can support my education
financially that way
I hopefully will join the ranks
of B.A. grads someday...
Whether or not I go after
this accomplishment, I will age
The question is, by that time,
do I wish to be more sage?
But I tend to get discouraged
and distracted; so no promise
Perhaps I can enlist
the smarty-pants prayers of St. Thomas
In disguise
Placed on the back burner
Ignored
Stay hidden
Presence doesn't matter
Spotlight knocked out
Unknown.
Talents and gifts were destroyed
Down sparrow, it goes
Laughters
Not deserved
Non-reserve seat.
Not worth the while
A smile turned upside down
Sadden, waves of laughter all around.
All being said
JESUS came and died for us all
Lifted up
Not fallen.
Satan is a liar
All gifts and talents are restored
The last laugh, not ignored
Cries no more
Unknown, to shown
A voice to be heard
The world looks brighter
A future fulfilled with love
A precious genuine gold.
In other words
What JESUS has for me
It is for me.
Satan get back
You and your evil packs
Covered by Jesus's blood
In this entire world
Bolder and wiser as can be
The whole world shall see.
Note: Do not give up on yourself. Others might.
Jesus still lives. Haters will hate. There is something special in you.
Friends are far. Overall Jesus is near.
Much Prayers.
Dear Mr. Grinch,
I suspect that you have been very gleeful and had a different expectation this CHRISTMAS. You thought that with all of this year's heartache and pain, merriness would quickly PASS. You thought that the 2020 virus would dampen our spirit and blot out our CHEERFULNESS. I know that you hate Christmas and have spent your entire life in utter PROTEST. You were determined to shout and cheer, vowing that your laugh would be the LAST. I doubt that you like roses or colorful flowers, or even enjoy the beauty of green GRASS. You thought that Christmas would be completely canceled and put on the back BURNER. Well, Mr. Grinch, please allow me to share just a bit of how I have been an OBSERVER.
I was out last night shopping with my daughter and grand daughter, and the mart was very BUSY. To your displeasure, the traffic has been heavy enough this Christmas week to make me DIZZY. At the grocer this morning around 9 AM, the parking lot was full, and the checkout lines were LONG. Mr. Grinch, please understand that you cannot steal Christmas, and you are absolutely WRONG.
122420PSCtest, Christmas Rhyme, Tania Kitchin
Finding Time VS Making Time
Written: by Miracle Man
December 2, 2020
Time, once spent, is a non recoverable item,
it’s like retrieving words spoken in haste.
We lack power to recover or augment,
so we waste this precious commodity, then bemoan.
Time lurks in the shadows of our priorities,
dependent upon what we
consider our priorities to be at a given moment.
We halfheartedly search for time to accomplish the distasteful,
while making time to do the things we find pleasing.
For the lack of time, we place opportunities on the back burner;
The graveyard where many an idea or opportunity has fizzled,
and became entombed.
Tom
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