Destiny arrived on a Tuesday,
in a box marked
FRAGILE: REGAL.
I signed for it in my slippers,
holding half a piece of toast.
Inside: a sapphire crown.
No instructions.
Just joy,
heavy and brilliant
as the midwinter sky.
Naturally,
I took it out.
I didn’t wear it—I carried it.
The rain applauded.
Every puddle on the footpath
tried to catch its reflection.
A magpie, professionally suspicious,
followed me for three blocks,
hoping I was a very shiny chip.
At the crossing,
waiting in the drizzle,
I cradled my glittering fate.
A tradie’s ute splashed past.
I didn't flinch.
Instead, I gave the driver a slow,
magnificent, regal wave.
He honked, entirely confused.
I grinned like a fool.
At the bakery,
the woman with the tongs said,
“Special occasion?”
“Apparently,” I said,
carrying destiny in both hands
like a cake too beautiful to cut.
By dusk, even the clouds
had put on their best
sapphire hue.
I still had no kingdom,
no horse,
no useful instructions—
only a sapphire crown in my arms
and the extraordinary feeling
that winter,
at last,
had remembered my name.
A summer shower was photographed by
The child's father and professionally set
in a picture frame a few days later.
One day as he was fixated upon the sound
of the water drops dripping against the window
Panes as well as starring at the picture
Photographed and framed by his father,
The young lad asked his devoted dad,
"Why does it rain?" The father's reply was,
"It rains to take away some of the pain and
Shame that would otherwise overtake us.
Without the rain, said the dad, there would
Be more people without purity, without which there would be a world filled with more Shame.
Until that day of gazing into the picture frame,
The lad never realized there was so much
To be gained from the rain.
It is never right
Facts of the day are fleeting
Wrong both day and night
It seems like they are reaching
A rough of day of competing
Professionally
Failing at work everyday
Okay, seemingly
Weather updates, no delay
Do your job another way
Make it shorter please
Get rid of the ten day view
Three might be a breeze
Happy viewers will not sue
If plans are not screwed by you.
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Esther’s apartment is almost the same
As it was when she lived in its space.
Her son and her daughter-in-law (my dear friend)
Live there now and her vibe they embrace.
All her furniture’s there and her dishes and lamps
And the paintings of many a child
(Even Esther), plus one of a rabbi and all
By her father, professionally styled.
For the last twenty years of her life, Esther made
The apartment a welcoming home,
Where her family, including great-grandchildren, came,
Never thinking they’d be in a poem.
But my favorite thing was the album, quite big,
Of her wedding, a gala affair,
All the images captured in black and white shots
With a true 1950-type flair.
Esther’s spirit lives on, which would not be the case
If my friend and her husband weren’t there,
But they’ve honored her past as their future is made
Which, to me, seems so special and rare.
They’re calm, they’re cool
They never play the fool
Their confidence unshaken
Gotta keep their reputation
These goats of the mountain
Drink from the youth fountain
‘Cause they never seem to age
Their eternal beauty takes the stage
They have so much resilience
With money they’re just so brilliant
Their jobs are quite cathartic
‘Cause these folks are workaholics
Professionally they’re royalty
They look down on disloyalty
They’re CEOs, there’s quite a few
When they’re dressed up, it’s quite the view
Full of worldly ambition
They’re always on a mission
Disciplined and poised
They got boom in their voice
The children of Saturn
You’ll see a certain pattern
They take awhile to open their hearts
They’re slow to open up from the start
Although they might be stoic
They’re actually quite heroic
Capricorns will leave their mark
So don’t ever kill their spark
We were parallel walking
she asked if I found [famous person] attractive
I sucked a thoughtful tooth (as if)
and said I'm not one to fawn over
minor celebrities
she said fawn I said yes fawn
But if [famous person] was here now
I'd attach myself to her legs and let her
drag me through the mud
like an I don't know what
the metaphor failed me. She said
Like a dangleberry.
I don't know what you mean, and obv.
which is short for obviously
as an alpha male I am not one to submit
to be dragged away anyway and yet
in this instance [famous person] would have to
beat me off, stop it, that's enough now
I mean her magnificent legs which
in this unlikely scenario I have attached myself to
remember
Honestly, I wish I'd never started this
she said me too
and that was that
for the rest
of our walk
Famous pet doctor, James Alfred Wight
Who, at 50 years of age, began to professionally write
Taking "James Herriot" as his pen name
Bought from a goalkeeper at a football game
Couldn't publish with the name he used as a vet
Self-promotion goes against professional etiquette
But he had a way with words
To write many funny blurbs
About his family, his friends, and their pets
His books then made their way on TV
A film, a sequel, and shows on the BBC
But the man was unflattered by his fame
After all, the critters still saw him the same!
When first I went ten-pin bowling
was in a league of my own
tho' hot to trot my score was shot
splits and gutterballs set the tone
my opponent bowled professionally
outclassed before I'd begun
she demonstrated then remonstrated
“It's not 'only a game' to some!”
tho' bet my set I'd met my match
when playing each frame for a round
looked like I'm paying heard me saying
"The next one's on me, I'll be bound."
with a spin a difficult situation
unlikely to escape she placed me in
and looking down the lane found myself
once more behind the eight pin
STOP SENDING ME TERRORIST THREATS YOU WERE HIRED TO IMPERSONATE ME AND COMMIT FRAUD WISEGUYS ARSON MURDER CIRO GARGANO HIS BROTHER PETER GARGANO WHO FAKED THEIR DEATH TO PAY OFF CORRUPTION AS BOB MARLEY WOULD SAY SKANKNESS BACK OFF STOP CORRUPTION DATA BREACH HACKING IDENTITY FRAUD INSURANCE FRAUD MAIL FRUAD WIRE FRAUD CYBER BULLYING I WILL NEVER FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORIST IN AMERICA JAHORE IN A WHITE TAHOE YOU ATTEMPTED TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY YOU ATTEMPTED TO ASSASINATE ME BECAUSE I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM CORRUPTION TO INSURE ASSAULT WEAPONS NEVER EVER END UP IN THE WRONG HANDS JAMAICAN WOMEN WEARING RED DREADLOCKS CARRYING GUNS POINTING 9MM AT MY TOWNHOME DOORS BY GODS GRACE YOUR HITMAN WAS KILLEDVAT MY FEET TAKING DOWN PROFESSIONALLY JUST LIKE TRUMPS ASSASSIN MEXICAN ASUMANDEZ SOLTERO VIOLENT OFFENDERS WOMEN WITH BUTCHER KNIVES BLOOD WAS EVERYWHERE MY PRAYERS ARE WITH DONALD TRUMP MY WORK WITH THE FBI UNDER THE BRADY BILL STOP ASSASINATING AMERICANS INCLUDING CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCES I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR YOU GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
it is the biggest obstacle isn’t it?
i’m talking about out minds, it hurts when you think you’ve overcame when in months you’ve relapsed
can’t finish that video? i’m talking about that lecture that you’ve been watching for days trying to get the most of it when in reality it is getting insane..
you get into that all or nothing mentality and it’s the hardest to get out.
you tried therapy after therapy but in the end did it work out?
well i’m not a procrastinator i’m just obeying my mind, it tells me to procrastinate so i do without a doupt, that what my mind is telling me might not be true but i listen anyway is there anything else to do?
for all of you who might be wondering what ocd is, all i have to say is that it’s very controlling if not professionally dealt with.
it is the all or nothing mentality that you apply to your daily life.
but it is all inside your mind it is all al lie..
you’re not alone in this i’m not too.
ocd is not known but i hear you.
education
an equation
wrapped up
in
explanation
and
instruction
drifting lexis
to grow
personally
professionally
socially
and
develop
desire
to solve
problems
while trying
to cling
onto
your
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Another cabinet of curiosity
What's your super ability
Where endless are the possibilites
What's your philosophy
when it comes to Deuteronomy
Does it carry into Timothy
Do you judge with intensity
And when it comes to invincibility
are you armed with infallibility
or caressed with creativity
What's your identity
As it concerns this activity
Must it be immediatly
and in the immediate vicinity
Can you preform professionally
with perpetuity somehow with duplexity
Or are we still plagued with jealousy
Are your claims contradictory
And all we see just a mystery
And what do we gleen simply from history
something unearned by His posterity
something we learned about super ability
Perfect prose or pantoum’s ...
Perhaps these styles are not for me!
Poems needn’t be
Professionally produced
Petty poets pontificate!
Personally I prefer
Playfully penned poop
She is bent over with worry
Anguish mapping her face
Her frown lines are deep, seem permanent
I give her a bit of hope, but it goes nowhere
She is professionally burdened, choosing to focus on the worst.
Oh, woe is me! The world is dark and gloomy.
Everyone is out to get me, nobody is fair.
People are mean.
I ask if she has given her problems to God.
No, she says. He has enough problems of His own without mine.
I tell her it works for me.
But she is sure it will not work for her.
Negativity rolls out of her mouth and off her back.
I feel she is in the clutches of despair.
Sadly, afraid to think any differently.
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