What lay’s buried in my memory
Is my memory sometimes lies
Bloody Mary quite contrary
The canary quickly dies
Now the monkey’s in the middle
You know some monkeys don’t mean jack
Only if you meddle with a monkey
With a monkey on your back
You’re all set on settling changes
And the hope that change can bring
But if that change don’t change the outcome
Then that change won’t change a thing
If the proof is in the pudding
Then I’m the pudding in the proof
When your output starts inputting
Is when your heart pumps out the truth
~Billy Hitz~
When I was a child, I heard some adults talking,
About a saying that made no sense to me,
Something about a bad order carried out well,
Being better than a good order poorly executed.
Later when I was older the same saying or similar,
Was repeated in a film I was watching,
A war movie I think,
Age however, had not enlightened me on the relevance of the saying,
To do with life as I knew it.
That was until COvid-19 came along,
And lockdown was introduced,
Along with social distancing.
Now we can only sit back and wait,
To see if the proof is in the pudding,
Or as great grandparents might say,
Proof of the pudding is in the eating,
Which may be more apt,
And less confusing for a child,
If we go easy on the sherry.
Proof is in the pudding
She's the best slice of the pie
God knew what he was doing
With this apple of his eye
She is the strength that matters
The glue that we cling to
Out loud gorgeous in her laughter
Large proportions of the truth
Morning's light that holds the daybreak
Steady in its place
The taste of morning glory
In the fragrance that she makes
Happy in the ever after
Mystery in the clue
The way when it is made clear
Brand in the spanking new
One highly to be honored
Above all that can be found
On her love has been garnered
In her, beauty does abound
My eyes focus on faith, for to believe comes first,
The potency of the unseen is the beginning of loves birth,
Without physical proof we feel in our hearts,
Touching our soul and spirit is where it starts,
It is realer than what we see physically here,
It's the spirits cry from inside breaking through tears,
It is the breath of love from the inside out,
That wipes away all fear and doubt,
Doubt will scream in your face, "I want proof!",
Yet faith will whisper from its depth loves awesome truth,
Can you still love me? When you can't always see?,
Can you believe in silence and still love me?,
Is time your enemy because you can't have?,
The ownership of that understanding may not belong to you, friend,
Setting free your timing, living in love,
It no longer becomes your timing but your father's above,
The proof is in the pudding, it cannot be seen,
Made with love to the taste for the other senses to eat,
Take these words, spin them around,
Hit them, flip them upside down,
Turn them into your response,
But mark my words, it doesn't change what they are,
The truth of the matter, your not fooling,
Because all the proof is in the pudding,
So say what you will, opinions will scatter,
But that doesn't change the fact of the matter,
And matter of fact, let me remind you,
Regardless of what you think, the truth always finds you,
Bringing you back to where it began,
You can run in circles, it will come right back again,
Until you learn to face it head on,
The heart of that issue will never be gone.
She moved away and I stayed here
and somewhat hard it's been,
to laugh and cry and be without,
my old and dearest friend.
I never, ever hear from her.
No cards or calls come through.
For years I'd thought our friendship
was as strong as super glue.
First I fretted, then I worried,
then I vowed until the end.
I would never treat her so,
this very favorite of my friends.
I'd call and chat like in the past
and things would seem just great.
But never did she call me back
no matter what the wait.
Time has worked its miracle
and I no longer grieve.
For friendship stored in plastic bags;
there's probably not much need.
Someday perhaps we'll dust it off,
to see what time has done.
Have hungry moths been in the cloth
and 'holes' what it's become?
Can we still have our coffee hour,
then sit there half the day?
Once we seemed inseparable,
but now go separate ways.
"The proof is in the pudding",
as my mother always said.
The truth be known, I stand in fear,
our friendship's ‘pooped the bed’.
poker in the fire,
though fire not yet in poker…
fire up! “proof is in the pudding”
When i touch back down,
you will see my new fate.
You may say im from Kansas
the show me state.
Im leaving nothing up for debate.
actions speak louder then words,
My wisdom and courage is so absurd.
i can show you better then
i can tell you.
Through the letters and
things i mail you.
My recipe for succes taste
good.
I will never agian be
mis-understood.
proof will display , reveal , or show
Their is no darkness in light you
already know.
i stay at my best supress for greater nothing less
evil dosent take a day off so why should i rest.
through my commitment and initiative.
this subject is no longer sensitive
Plans,Dreams, and Elaborate schemes,
taste my puddingand see the ambition i bring,
through my mission and dreams
The proof will be supreme.
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