Swallow your pride and shout
Who left the toilet paper roll empty?
Always have a plan B
- when the need is critical
Prior to ceremony Lily’s future mother-in-law insisted on things her way
She introduced a prenup, and spoiled the bride’s entire wedding day
The groom acted embarrassed, but he lived in his parents’ house
So, he kept his mouth shut, did not even make the peep of a mouse
The future mother-in-law let the bride-to-be know how things would be.
Lily heard the rules of the house, housework would be done on her knee.
Bride watched interaction between her groom and the overbearing mother.
She ran off before the wedding, knowing she could do better with another.
Soon plan B will be presided
and the skies will cry
Is there some cause
to be opined
The fallow fields
on a horses meadow
with her Foals
presides over a warm spring
Lost promises by the trees
although with the beast lurking
St George he tried
to avenge the haunting
Would you rather be living a lie
Or live in truth with all you do?
So, what is Plan “B”?
Plan “ A” has gone the way
of the Dodo – the pigeon
who has flown the coop,
became Thanksgiving for
the hawk.
Plan “A” vote them out –
requires honest elections.
Plan “A” bound by the
courts, our US Constitution –
they don't care. So what is
plan “B” if Americans are
to remain A People Free!?
I'd travel the world
Trip the light fantastic
Spend quality time with my family
My schedule, so elastic
Brush up on my reading
Start a garden, plant seedlings
Exercise daily, religiously
Attend prayer services regularly
Well, retirement's come and I must say
Things haven't exactly broken my way
My body's rebelled, and I've had to scrap
~ Everything save my afternoon nap
You're running blindly
and you can't look back
Don't know what you're facing
Tell me what are you chasing?
Your world's a circle
but it's not quite round
You're stuck in a corner
lost in what you've found
Where do you stand when
Plan A slips out of your hands
If only this.... you say
If only.... that
It's you you're deceiving
It's only you you're believing
So when in fact
the only thing falls through
You come to a standstill
What else can you do?
Where do you stand when
Plan A slips out of your hand?
Look for a new day
Reach out and begin it
Get out of your way
You're all that is in it
What price will you pay?
This time you can win it
Learn how to replay
Plan D Plan C Plan B
for a minute
There once was an eager fellow named Stan
Every day he'd make an ambitious plan
Then he'd go to the beach
That day's plan Stan would breach
He'd switch to 'Plan B' ~ to work on his tan
Plan B
We met on a cheerful day, and I found you bright.
It was just in passing, But I can not get you…
out of my mind.
The next time I…, we… met,
you were smiling still, helping some stranger…
and believing good in all people.
I thought that lost among the masses.
You are like a beacon. You stand out in the night.
In the day you challenge the sun…
by accident, as not by design.
You are humble, and real!
The very earth smells good, after you walk by.
Peaches, coconuts, and strawberries…
depending on the day.
I put on my best shirt. I put on pressed pants.
I find my father's tweed jacket.
The perfect bow tie, and my hair slick back…right!
This time I plan… It would not be by chance.
We will meet again…, I will not hesitate.
I will…
Speak?
Compliment?
I will have the courage to ask her name?
Then, the time was right. There…!
The steps of the church, I can hear wedding bells.
My knees are locked tight and I can not walk.
The angel of my dreams, dances… down the path,
out… to her car and is sadly, gone.
This time I plan…
A conversation ensued between us.
He ranted he wanted to resign.I chuckled and smiled.
Asked if he had a plan B.
He explained, a good idea though, I thought to myself.
But can you draft the idea, develop it, till morrow then present your resignation when you have alternatives? I asked.
He was enraged, and he left
Plan B up your sleeves saves the day
When your main plan on its knees flounders
Your hopes and aspirations led astray far from their hope ray
In the midst of howlers and blunders
Plan B if better thought out
Better articulated
Bereft of the gout
Inherent in Plan A sometimes poorly insulated
From presumptions and assumptions sometimes too simplistic and unrealistic
Diminishing chances of hitting the bull’s eye
In a manner spectacular and fantastic
Straying in a cul-de-sac sty
Which Plan B benefitting from deficiencies of Plan A remedies
Clearing pipelines of hurdles
Sometimes engendering and yielding comedies
In the middle of girdles
Paves the way for achievements of Plan B
To work like a magic wand clockwork
Executed in a hive of a zillion bees at the majestic command the queen bee
Issues to get drones and other members of her swarm towards guaranteed success to work.
We were just a couple of kids, weren’t we, you and I?
We thought we had our joined lives all figured out.
We would find a quaint cottage for our first home (sigh).
We would start a family, with each boy an Eagle Scout.
But in five decades united, it didn’t work that way.
Money woes, insufficient clothes, marital stress arose.
Life wasn’t what we envisioned; we had feet of clay.
Plans we made ages ago weren’t what living disclosed.
Still we’re certain the trials and joys we have known
Were superior to any plan two kids could devise.
They have tempered us in ways we had to be shown
Thus we have learned, grown, and opened our eyes.
When ev'ry soul should be in bed,
I am wide awake!
And what worried thoughts race through my head
Were made by my mistakes
Makes me question Truths I've read
Just while my stomach aches
But send me in, I'll try again-
To mend what Sorrow breaks!
I sit, think; catch a quick wink as the ship sinks.
My instinct is to lip sync till the slip’s pink.
Can’t win fights when my chin swipes reach only shin height.
And when kin likes taking Schwinn bikes to my wind pipe.
It’s useless. I’m an aloof spruce, I’m fruitless.
The looseness of nooses is becoming a nuisance.
Screw this. Hope has gone the way of the dodos.
I pack my bindle full of beans and hop a train with the hobos.
The poet, wanting to be, liked,
wrote poems for her which were spiked,
with thoughts he hoped would make him seem,
like someone who she might esteem.
He spoke of love, how it was crap.
Of kisses wet and dewy laps.
Of body lines traced one by one.
Of god****ed bees unfairly done,
her eyes, her smile, her lack of care,
her breath, her kiss beneath her hair
her sinful menu (no, no chips),
her mingling place (his ears for grips).
And, just to demonstrate his class,
he pointed out his sagging ****.
Of such is what romance is made!
He knew he could not but get laid!
She'd surely not his charms resist.
And if she did ... he'd get her pissed!!
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