Another chapter in my life
over much too soon
when there's so much more to live
it's just not opportune
but is Anonymous the author
or would it be myself possibly
writing this tale so true
could it be an autobiography
and yet I won't be put on hold
my one and only guarantee
tho' late won't be overdue
when it's check out time for me
for on turning a page today
I came to realise and to clarify
I'm living a story in a book on loan
from the Great Library in the Sky
Without breathing, we'd have a world without mortals.
I cannot conceive of a world without writing, and I
cannot imagine a world of mortals without READING.
A picture thought about READING inspired me today.
Far more than the utterance of words,
READING is like a quiet flow of life.
We inhale, intake, or breathe in words
That captures and develops pictures.
How would we navigate a world without arithmetic?
And we know that God is the perfect mathematician.
Without His calculations, the universe would be chaotic.
How space and time affect us is always on His mind.
We pick up a book, magazine, or landmark posting
As we exhale, outtake, or breathe out words;
And as we READ, we are creating snapshots
Of life for ourselves and others to experience.
I sense this truth in any good READING material.
If the READING happens to be The Book of Life,
how vast is the realization of this truth? READING.
It is one of the most beautiful river flowing of life.
What’s simple and not so complex?
Rich spokespeople hawked FTX
Crypto they’d assure
Is so safe and secure
It would never bounce anyone's checks
Author's note: Just an example of how far behind government regulation is. Of course, do we ever need to regulate anything? Just ask the duped what they think. Be careful out there!
BTW, I have been reading material about Mr. Sam Bankman-Fried. Turns out he contributed heavily to the democratic party, some republicans, and others to kill regulation that could have prevented this.
Just on the cusp of experiencing joie de vivre,
the triumvirate of Crooks and Quade
figuratively swoop down
to announce re: inspection
of apartment unit B44
whenever they deem appropriate.
Thus series of unfortunate events
(linkedin with bull limey
Lemony Snicket bro)
got sidelined nsync with
contracting a minor bout
with deadly Amish Flu
symptoms found garden variety reasonable rhymer
bedridden feeling a little horse and buggy (ha),
incapacitated to craft signature poetry writing.
An honest to dog confession
regarding hiatus spewing forth
vociferous versatile vocabulary
mine words - worth their weight in gold
(told woofer I do not know), nevertheless
included perusing a gamut of reading material.
The passion to engross intellect
witnessed courtesy immersing
attention, concentration, excitation
gratification, intoxication;
knowledge prized more precious
than fine spun gold.
Likewise crafting (albeit painstakingly)
elusive notions that flit
to and fro hither and yon
(analogous to ping pong ball)
within parameters of
microscopically crenellated
sixty plus shades of gray matter
also constitutes fervent interest.
My husband reads biographies
But I’ll take fiction, if you please.
He likes to learn about the past;
His tomes would bore me, really fast.
Yet having finished my last book,
I figured I would take a look
At one of his, a bio on
My second favorite Beatle, John.
It’s written by his former wife
From his pre-Yoko English life
With photos of their early years –
Quite happy, or so it appears.
I haven’t gotten far enough
To read about the juicy stuff
Though there are hints that when John left,
His wife and son were both bereft.
Of all my husband’s books there are
This is the fluffiest, by far.
Of course, that is the reason why
I’d thought I’d give it just one try.
So far so good, but when I’m done,
Re-reading time will have begun.
From novels I’ve read long ago,
I’ll dive in for a second show.
I once had this friend who loved to read.
She had one book that she would read continually.
She's dead now but her book remains with me,
and like she, I too read it repeatedly.
I don't enjoy the book's story particularly.
It's not the reading material that I'm prone to read,
but when I read all these words
that were once read by she
it makes me feel like she's a little less dead to me.
because even though she's now gone,
I still enjoy her company
every time I give the words that she once read
my occasional read,
and so I'll continue on reading this so very boring story
not just to feel as if again that I'm sharing her company
but more so,
in honor of her beloved, sweet, cherished memory.