1.
I think love be quite fastidious
With a priggish clear intent
To fester hurly burly
On whom it should torment.
One thing is absolute...
'Tis that and that shall be.
Love's rudimentary motivation
Be to source my misery.
The End
2.
If ignorance be bliss, and
Foolishness the coinage of the realm.
'Tis dark the days that fade away
With an unknown spectre at the helm.
As we trundle through the shadows
Where pride and arrogance oft compete.
Portion out a spat of hubris and naivete...
Thus our abasement be complete.
The End
3.
A child may fear its shadow
And the perturbations in their head.
They dread the midnight poltergeist
Lurking menacingly beneath their bed.
They may fret about a spelling test
And abhor the dimming light.
They tremble at the boogeyman
Who torments them late at night.
The fear that haunts them most of all.
The fear that shakes them to their core.
'Tis the monster they both love and hate...
Outside their bedroom door.
The End
* Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your uncle.
Across the lakes
Through frozen flakes
They come in storm,
Whose breath be warm
To change a freeze
Into a tenderness,
To fall and splatter,
With applause
To somehow matter;
Offer cause,
Hard against the clotheslines of
The earth of every yard.
Spilling a releasing warmth
To all frozen tongues and
Flowered root that soon
From canon stalks will shoot
The sky with both barrels
Of new brightness.
Seizing every eye,
As spring is born.
Pages torn, windows flung,
Songs sung and
Sun splashing warm kisses
Onto cheeks that blush
With wishes
For only more.
A day or two of lasting pleasure
Amore’,
This too, a part of
Our forever story.
I will sit outside tomorrow
On a tiled balcony
Have my breakfast,
Scrambled eggs
And caviar,
Portion out a peace
To share with God.
When all our birds have flown
and milk-weed stalks pose bare,
the katydids are all gone
and leaves scatter here and there;
why would the prince come,
laden with bundles of grain—
his arable year's sum—
and not expect to gain?
We who scoop his yield,
feast on his amplitude,
then bare his playing field,
are insulting and rude.
Please accept this check,
portion out a bit more;
lift us off this poop deck,
we most humbly implore.
Be good
Be kind
Be generous
Be gentle
Be gracious
Be all that you can be
For others
For you surely will get what you give
You will receive from God what you portion out to others
Give all
Then you shall get all
Give the best
You shall get the best
The measure that you give out
Will come back to you
So friends
Live
And be kind
There is only of each person in this universe
They are special
Just like you
Let them know the feeling
Of treasure, of uniqueness
That belongs to them
Your Father in heaven has the same feeling toward you
So give
Share
Your love, His love
Be that special someone
That one remembers
Be counted
And not forget
To be all you can be
Best to you
And best to all
Best from the One
Who starts
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