Looking Back
Miracle Man
2/10/2023
Hard work, I found, was my key to success,
other eyes were watching so I tried to impress.
Regardless of the pathway in life I’d chosen,
when opportunities came I was always toes in.
My list of written goals I visited each day,
and over these goals made time to pray.
I knew things wouldn’t happen just by chance,
and opportunities came for me to advance.
Not wanting to be viewed as rank and file,
Cream rises to the top and goes that extra mile.
For that would have meant I’m just mediocre,
I worked well with others, was never a provoker.
Now at eighty-four I’m still doing my thing,
I retired at fifty-six still having much zing.
Today’s thoughts are fixed on my soon afterlife,
and I’m thanking God daily for extended life.
Categories:
provoker, success, work,
Form: Couplet
What the hell's happening, I'm losing control
But I think there's still hope, must maintain my role
My role as a joker
A giggle provoker
Else I'll be climbing back in my cubbyhole
Categories:
provoker, giggle,
Form: Limerick
Instinctive emotional response before considered thought,
experienced salutation by proprioception wrought.
Whispers towards the required faith,
when the gut feeling is the mate.
Hesitations that determine any destination,
following the knowing will of reputation.
Perspective intelligence to trust the instinct,
respect the walk of given path distinct.
Inherited ability to never walk alone,
peptides communication as metaphor sown.
The beauty from the guts allow decision in instant,
conviction of the mind by phenomenal insistent.
The differentiation of genius from mediocre,
cleared up doubts and righteous provoker.
The invisible map of intuition,
contributing solution coming to fruition.
Guts in power sets itself in perfect place and time,
the process of necessities in all the same.
O my guts, mother Mary and Joseph,
blessings in potions of wisdom are always enough.
Categories:
provoker, 12th grade, anxiety, butterfly,
Form: Ballade
What the hell's happening, I'm losing control
But I think there's still hope, must maintain my role
My role as a joker
A giggle provoker
Else I'll be climbing back in my cubbyhole
Categories:
provoker, social,
Form: Limerick
The restaurant was noisy;
We shouted when we talked.
If I had been from Boise,
I’m sure I would have balked.
But all the hungry tourists
Outside Katz’s formed a line.
For deli, we’re not purists
So the other place seemed fine.
The food was mediocre;
The service merely fair,
But rain was the provoker
So we ended up in there.
Yet it was what we needed,
A refuge from the wet
So convenience superseded
The pastrami we’d not get.
Categories:
provoker, food, new york,
Form: Rhyme
It hurts, I know it does;
for me its like a been there;
done that thingy;
it's like you are alone;
in a world of your own;
left engrossed in your deep
thoughts;
to the left is the provoker;
to the right is the big joker;
where do you then turn to?;
to find your breakthrough;
Resilience check;
Courage check;
endurance Check;
but still your mind is still
not in-check;
Could it be your
environment?;
your place of abode?;
Causing this state of
depression;
when it should be creating
a progression;
of great distinction;
I know it might not be easy;
the struggle, the neglect,
the reject;
but yet I wont fail to reflect;
on the purpose of this
piece;
its simple, its about faith,
about shaking off troubled
feathers;
and having more than a
piece of peace;
its about getting out of
that spell;
by saying all is well;
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Categories:
provoker, inspirational
Form: Free verse
The mind,
Man’s intelligence nearly blind;
The uncharted grey matter;
The thought provoker:
The main controller;
The word ruler;
The tool of the clever;
The ignorant? Never.
Only for the thought bind,
Not idle mind.
Categories:
provoker, me, metaphor, spoken word,
Form: Free verse
Narcissistic supply, a shot of honeyed words
How long before the sweet into sour turns?
Now the provider, then the provoker
We’re all victims, all a perpetrator
Honesty and dignity defiled, nailed to a cross
Self-serving lies and pretense a dice do toss
Their grabbing hands reach for the rags of the dead
They fain innocence with blood on their head
Wish to buy love and pay with words of lies
This game can be played till innocence dies
Grief will then bury trust and sincerity
Tears and bitterness fill chests of prosperity
Foul are the earth, the air and the waters
Bringing forth deceitful sons and daughters
It is said the inner is reflected in the outer
When truth is silent false tongues speak louder
Categories:
provoker, life, innocence,
Form: Quatrain