Bare minimum?
Yes, I somehow learned to settle for it.
But woe to the debt of sorries I owe to myself.
Woe to the promises I tore up with my own hands.
What a love, so full of sorrow and despair!
Oh, what am I still doing
in a house once filled with love,
now empty?
The love has gone,
but resentment has moved in.
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IRAN MAKES TRUMP SORE
NOW CANADA TARIFF WAR
YOU ARE PAYING MORE
(Goldilocks)
One bear - two bears- baby makes three,
Mommy making hot berry tea and brie.
Soup is way too hot,
No sleep on a soft cot.
New home and not needing to flee.
(Little Red Riding hood)
Mommy gave me good advice,
maybe I should have listened twice.
A wolf I did find,
lost my love and mind
Now pregnant paying the price.
(The Three Little Pigs)
We are three of a family kind,
except one got caught in the wind.
One got caught by the fire,
he was in a house fryer.
Wanting new homes space aged designed.
Life is about paying it forward and never leaving anyone behind
Ready for change to take place,
I face the challenge with grace,
Chasing away the fear,
A new year calls me near,
I can hear the whispers,
Little whiskers tickling my brain,
Ingraining a need to be freed,
I've already agreed to comply,
Indeed I know why I should,
It's a good deed to proceed with,
Withered and wilting spreading a seed,
Pulling bad habits like weeds,
Succeeding in my endeavor,
I end every year in my favor,
A new flavor waits to be tasted,
No longer wasting away inside,
The ride is gliding along,
A strong wind at my back,
I picked up the slack,
Putting wheels on the track,
Stacked with information,
I station myself in position,
I'm my own opposition,
The decision has been made,
I played a serious role,
It almost stole my soul,
Until I rolled over,
And see who paid the toll,
I relinquish control to the whole.
A tree needs sun, water and soil
gives back its fruit...
and its shade
on a hot, sultry day
A bee needs a flower to pollinate
gives the world honey
sweetens life
soothes living souls
We too have our needs
our sun ---------------- the warmth of parents
our water and soil ---- their nurture
our flower ------------- their love
We too give back
our warmth
our nurture
~ our love
I seized the moment,
sure I’d repay it in kind.
What’s a hint of regret
for what I thought I needed to burn?
Now the burden grows,
sleepless nights interest is accruing.
The cost never diminishes,
but the memory of the flame is a vapor,
and yet, I still pay.
{“There are junctures where you pay the price of someone else’s Sins, through heredity, through kin, sometimes even through friends you once thought were your ultimatum, the very ones that you believe in. Sometimes, more than yourself.
The end you come to will be that of blaming yourself on assets that don’t even concern you, or revolve around you. Acceptance means coming to a conclusion, from the deep depths of your own being. Which is already difficult as it is for your soul to confine and or even to consider- that not everything can be your fault.
So, beaut muse.
It’s out of your hands, don’t cry your heart out, nobody will hear, and nobody will discern. It is not worth it, because
It’s not even your fault.
And I would ask you why you are plaguing yourself in such situations as I have done before.
And I know you won’t even be able to nourish a response right away, all because your sentiments are too high, and they endlessly torture you.”}
Dying invested
dividend high
Selling tomorrow
presence to buy
Feelings compounding
destiny’s rate
One final moment
— blessed in His Grace
(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2024)
A smile to stranger
a helping hand when needed
shoulder to cry on
fresh fuchsia flowers
sunny rays splashing faces
across closed casket
Attentiveness is the currency of life & to flow
it needs your permission
It can't flow without you within its wave
so, you must control your attention
Our observation is a key to the doors of the many
mansions available to you
Unlock your dreams by awakening to this as many
doors are in need of walking through
Sleepwalking is an action of the blind & many are
living life with closed eyes
Their perception has been blocked by narrow thinking
leaving the mind in a state of compromise
This dream is as real as any other & you are water
in a world solidified
Tithes are paid with the flow of your attention so
keep track of the direction of your tides
Avert the eyes to dismiss the undesired for this is
needed to avoid sinking ships
When you drop anchors at the point of fluid focus
the results are really hard to miss
The soup has a shortage of ads
Let’s call for more saying egads!
While they interfere
With the reason we’re here
We'll learn about doodads and fads
I did not hesitate for one second.
I am an elementary school counselor.
I get to play with children.
They uplift me, and delight me.
I do my best to stop their tears and get them back to class.
I successfully eliminated twenty-eight jobs before I became a school counselor.
I was forty-four when I received my diploma.
So forty-four when I had my first counseling job.
I loved it, and I love this one.
I love counseling.
I love the kids.
I love teaching character education classes.
Retirement?
Not for this seventy-one year old.
I will go out at ninety-two in a body bag.
I ask only one thing.
Do not tell the children I am dead.
Just slip my body into the bag and leave me in a locked room
Until after school.
Then slip me away quietly.
There will be no funeral.
I don’t want any of them to have any more tears.
Some have had way too many already.
An intoxicated man hit a woman's car when he decided to drive.
She didn't die when her car was struck but her son didn't survive.
She couldn't even attend her son's funeral because she was hospitalized.
She lost her only child and she's also paralyzed.
She's paralyzed from the neck down and she will never walk again.
He drove while intoxicated and two people paid for his horrible sin.
That drunk driver learned that drinking and driving is a stupid thing to do.
When he hit that woman's car, there wasn't just one victim, there were two.
When that man became intoxicated, he drove and without even thinking twice.
A stupid decision was made and because of ignorance, she's paying the price.
The drunk driver feels remorse for his mistake and as he sits in a jail cell, he sheds tears.
This story is nothing new, there are many thousands of drunk driving fatalities every year.
(This poem is fictional but it has been and will continue to be reality for many people)
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