My hourglass sits idle
motionless
two-minute timer
Sometimes I’m
imprisoned
in its structure
with no way out
cascading sand closing in—
Two-minute warning!
(whistle blows)
So far surviving, thriving
thankful that my time
has yet to expire
(preaching to the choir)
~*~*~
There once was an old Pope from Rome
who had the Good Book a huge tome
an altar ego and mass appeal
so he made the Vatican home
2015 he addressed the environment
on climate change caused by man
and issued a Catholic Church encyclical
the first-ever since Popes began
let's trust instructing his cardinals
to avoid any more scandals
when pontificating and preaching to the choir
to burn less incense and light fewer candles
altho' it's a slippery slope here's the dope
and no I won't soft-soap
there's not much hope of Pope on a rope
but I can cope so I won't mope
now hear my voice as it's a choice
if I may be quite so bold
religion is discretionary not hereditary
and the herd of sheep in the fold should be told
"Go along to get along" a wise man he once said
(altho' I don't concur)
but it occurred to me
neither follower nor leader be if you want to get ahead
and if the herd you stroll behind please do consider the view
(but not too closely)
yet what is worse yes you may curse
that which you step into
some believe the squeaky wheel it should be removed
(not receive the grease)
as all's smooth-run when replaced by a working one
or so it has been proved
to mindlessly open the mouth thoughtless of going kaput
(only to change feet)
it seems to me an opportunity to put a bullet in one's foot
the nail that sticks out it should be applauded
(not hammered down)
as one may fall for anything
and those who stand for something they should be rewarded
tho' possibly preaching to the choir some say it's idle chatter
(willy-nilly silly patter)
let's not forget to forgive or to live and let live
as ALL lives matter
Preaching to the choir
one more like will do
Beating the last dying horse
postings stay as new
I’ll read yours if you’ll read mine
lined up in the queue
I’ll say yes if you agree
— who is kidding who
(The New Room: March, 2024)
I get my updates on the news
From certain magazines
And papers, which are quite in sync
With how my mindset leans.
Of course, their editorials
Make so much sense to me
That I can’t understand
How anyone could disagree.
However, there are outlets
For the news which do not jibe
With my beliefs, endorsing those
To whom I don’t subscribe.
I neither read nor listen to
These views, which I oppose
And likewise, they’ve no interest
In what my side might propose.
All those preaching to the choir
Know that time and time again,
They would trade the chance of open minds
To hear one more “Amen!”
Wow, to have seen "the choirs of angels continually singing His praise!" :O
Dear St. Faustina, I imagine you were very pure to be permitted this gaze!
You wrote that the angels would envy Communion & suffering, if they could;
I bet they'd also be jealous of us who get to read your Diary -- it is so good!
(Ref. to Diary of St. Faustina: Divine Mercy in my Soul; entry 80 & 1804).
This love once upon a time tasted so sweet,
Now it's tainted with betrayal and deceit
.
Shot in the back by friendly fire,
Trying to get thru to you is like preaching to the choir.
If you think about it, it's kind of funny like a joke,
It's a gamble let it ride go for broke.
Lying, cheating, hurting that’s all you know,
What you going to do come time to eat crow.
You never mentioned this is just a ride,
You destroyed my world when you turned the tide.
I did not until recently meet the inner beast,
Was not prepared for the energy it released.
You can't think on your feet you don't roll like that,
Want you to know you are not where it's at.
You turn it up and you turn it on when it benefits you
You’re a sexual energy a bolt from the blue.
TURBO1904 2021
News to confirm,
and not to inform
A slap on the back,
new patrons reborn
To pander or slander,
a partisan line
No minds to be changed
—their chorus reminds
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
8/11/17
During night, morning and afternoon
It'll happen often or once in a blue moon
In and on any side of the lagoon
From January to six months past June
Items kept together or strewn
No reason to exaggerate
We all make mistakes
It can't always turn out great
And be a piece of cake
As Leonard Cohen said "like a bird on the wire"
Sometimes I feel like I'm preaching to the choir
But I'm not a liar with their pants on fire
Just trying to become wiser
Certain things I had to take with a grain of salt
While on the move or at a halt
At times we are the one at fault
I can understand the disgust
And all the fuss
Too many are willing to throw another under the bus
For a few extra bucks
Among and below the stars
Near and far
From anything close to or way beyond Pluto and Mars
The whole nine yards
Whole or in shards
Singing To the Choir
(Or is it preaching? You choose.)
My oh my oh my and much more my
(Seattle Mariner's Theme Song)
(How about Mine, Mine, Mine the
seagulls say at Disneyworld?)
God has given me ability to get by
Overcome awful old age and senility
By using composure with some sterility.
When I did write poems would realize
It was you my poems did tranquilize
With effects from God that are correct
So which one should I try to select.
Turned out to be love of my long life
Good looking creature and lovely wife
Them hands together started to wring
Hopes I join choir and there be singing.
Have you been in that position before?
Person you surely, truly love and do adore
Wants you to be preaching to the choir
When long poor life is about to expire.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Preaching to choirs for someone to
come and pull out with pliers all the
songs I am poorly singing. Not only
do they want them to go unnoticed,
but also unheard to me it occurred.
What should they declare as probable
cause. Off of women, can't keep my
paws.
Three men standing bearded and beer bellied around a fire
Repeat the same phrases regarding politics and morals
Think they make a difference preaching to the choir
A word dropped deeply in this wretched mood, completely
blind in time.
Where are you headed? Do you need me to
guide you? Is there some force that denied you?
Are you physically restrained? Has your body been emotionally maimed?
I must say this one runs deep...
Down a rocky steap..
Path of internal terror, something that has me say,
I need you to be strong, to help me carry on, I'm sorry
But I must say, I will be gone one day.
I want you to be able...To finish things with the power of your mind.
Leave all those bad habits behind.
Just a lonely soul Preaching to the choir.
The thoughts at the surface of the
Black sea, that which is me... The Downed Jester
-Downed Jester
Blinded by the flash, the mirror causes cataracts.
Shocking actions, and taken back by this flesh.
Silhouettes on the wall, grinning at the darkness.
Feels warm on the outside, chilled on the inside.
Pain is all that is real, rusty needle in the skin.
Shattered, broken bones. No limbs, amputee.
Bringing back death! Preaching to the choir.
No need for the razor. No need for this rope.
Suicide was so five minutes ago.
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