Your past should be a reminder,
Of how far you have come.
Your past should be the key to the present,
Not to a ball and chain.
Your past should be a line in the sand,
That you never step back over.
Your past should be a record of past mistakes,
Not re-visited.
Your past should come with a map,
To buried treasure,
Not a bowl of rotten fruit.
Your past should spit you out,
Not suck you in.
Your past should leave you with a pair of Tweezers,
To pull out those annoying thorns in your side.
Not a microscope to pick out the nits.
Your past should send out some echoes of laughter,
Not waves of pain and regret.
Your past should be all present and accounted for,
So, you can stride confidently into a brighter future.
Categories:
pair of tweezers, appreciation, beauty, birthday, blessing,
Form: Blitz
(This is a fictional poem)
While visiting England, I had to get used to driving on the left side of the highway.
I accidentally drove on the left when I returned to the USA.
I had a wreck and I almost totaled a limousine.
When I saw that the owner was a woman, I thought I'd get off easy but she was
very mean.
She had sharp fingernails and she gouged them into my gut.
Then she took a rusty pair of tweezers and tore off my nuts.
She smashed my head on the asphalt about seven or eight times.
I'm in so much pain that I'm having trouble making this poem rhyme.
Compassion wasn't something that this woman showed.
If you and this lady are ever on the same highway, you'd better drive on the right
side of the road.
Categories:
pair of tweezers, angst, funny, loss,
Form: I do not know?