I have got it half right,
I took on board,
The advice from an educational video,
As part of my advanced leadership training as a Cub Leader,
Obtaining my wood beads.
The video showed a clued up boss,
Talking about catching his staff doing things right,
And the lengths he went to catch them in the act.
I took that on board,
With my abilities to get the best of any staff,
Especially relievers,
As I did a lot of relieving as an ECE Teacher,
Including as relieving supervisor.
Yet when It came to,
Catching my now ex wife doing things right,
I never quite transferred the skill to that area of my Life.
Maybe it is not too late,
To do better at it in my next relationship,
As at 72 I am still a spring chicken,
With my marbles only slightly chipped.
According to my doctor,
And the test I aced to prove it.
.
I can deep bend, I can prance, I can dance.
But when it's time for bed, not in romance.
I toss, turn in intense pain.
My hips, a drain on my brain.
Prescribe relievers are not worth two cents.
Forgiveness is a dilemma -
Offering goodness freely where none was given,
can suppress rightful anger, grief,
accountability, cause and guilt.
There are two sides to the rub for
getting mutual relief, and getting over the hurt caused.
It relievers the burden of resentment.
It regains the sense of control, with peace after turmoil.
It repairs trust and resets mutual understanding.
But, what forgiveness gives,
it can take away and be harmful as well.
It can suppress rightful anger and grief, you may need to feel.
It can be a form of denial, laughing it off, taking it on the chin.
It can open you up to repeats with no consequences.
Not forgiving, not forgetting,
can be a grim form of protection and learning,
building resilience, making you stronger
in the face of adversity.
Some wounds need justice, not silence and
acceptance disguised as graceful forgiveness.
What gives with forgiveness
is what it gives to the giver,
first and foremost, in the dilemma flip.
If age is a constant then daydreams and nightmares
will cease to exist when the best of life is achieved
as maturity stabilizes at a level of immaturity favors
the innocence in confidence-mired ill-retrieved
those hopelessly enwrapped by rhetorical triggers
stemmed by the proposer amongst the ill-believed
'tis liken a heist at gunpoint to corner those regretters
to have brains (methinks) to cusps their mind deceived
and churned their souls to enter their relievers
and entertain the premature notion that they conceived
participants to ascertain the wherewithal of achievers
better or best consciously the line of inquiry perceived
to mull over and enter the zone as one of the leavers
to post with the best, to the winners be my best-wished.
It is no sin,
To dream the joys,
The bliss of harmony,
No tension of reality,
Sometimes a get away,
Is necessary to ease,
The overtake of daily life,
So why not take time,
To ponder on the good aspects,
That meditative daydreaming has,
Or shud I say stress relievers,
By health,
It is definitive,
To feel light and free,
Feeling evermore in glee,
Under the shade of thee!
Sitting here on the fabled Lower East Side
I watch the electric warriors on my TV screen
7 innings of shut out ball for the Mets
But relievers came in and gave up a few runs
Victory is sweet
But they rarely let a pitcher pitch 9 innings anymore
Would have been nice to see Noah Syndegard
throw a full game shutout
The game has changed over the years
Players make great sums of money now
And Afro - Americans play alongside
their white(and sometimes Jewish or Asian) brothers
Been a Mets fan for as long as I can remember
As a kid I cried when they lost
In '69 and '86 they won all the marbles
Hope they make it to the World Series this year
The light in my room illuminates the writing notebook
I am using
I can write down that my team won
And hopefully will win tomorrow as well
Let's go Mets!
This is about baseball America's game
Been a fan since the forties, sure isn't the same
The shift, the relievers
The staunch believers
But the game's not the same, whatta shame
Heaven hovers over hope horizons
Which highlight the light and flight of the confidence
Concealed and sealed in my sentiment seasons
When happiness hastens my perseverance and persistence.
Heaven hobnobs with hope habits
Which coupled and pooled with happiness
Humbles, fumbles and mumbles mercies at rabbits
Which habituate and situate my crimson coziness.
Heaven hosts posts and pots of happiness
Blessed to impress stress relievers
Spun in honey and money business
Which conveys a convoy of bliss believers.
Heaven blesses and kisses the noblesse of couples
Whose mission meets marital measures
Moulded to dignify and magnify dimples
Which accentuate the contours and detours of pristine pleasures.
It is the closer’s job to shut the door.
We don’t want the other team to score.
Relief pitchers take over where the starters depart.
When assuming this role, relievers need a lot of heart.
In the last inning, get them out one, two, three.
It feels so much better to leave town with a victory.
At the ballpark in a sequestered location
are baseball pitchers waiting in isolation.
They ready themselves for a bad situation.
When starting pitchers falter, they are called upon.
The call goes to the bullpen, and they toss the ball.
The fans can see them “warming up” behind a wall.
If their teams are in danger of losing the lead,
the managers summon them during time of need.
If the pitcher on the mound’s outcome is in doubt,
relievers take their places to seek the third out.
Left or right-handed, they cannot break when bending.
With each “save”, the contests have a happy ending.
I carry this 30 pound bag wherever I go,
Some call this item a purse,
I say burden!
Inside;
pink wallet with metallic stars
(not alot within except an unused gift card and an ID)
12 hair ties, all black
2 bottles nail polish
(1 is Lagoon blue, 1 is something called Rant)
6 dollars in change
2 books
lint roller
make-up bag
2 kinds of perfume
(a girl needs to smell pretty)
cell phone
cigarettes
2 lighters
5 pens, 2 pencils
notebook for poems
Sour Patch Kids and Swedish Fish
Gobstoppers
hand lotion
2 magazines
mp3 player
eye glasses with case
name tag for work
antibiotics and pain relievers
and a random cat toy, a blue mouse.
What a mess!
For a team to compete in a pennant chase,
they need quality at first, second, and third base.
Players are needed that can hit and field.
Three more are required to complete the outfield.
To field line drives or grounders on the hop,
any team also needs a quality shortstop.
No squad can ever be considered great
if they don’t have a good catcher behind the plate.
Any club needs four or five dependable starters.
To finish the game, a good corps of relievers.
A contending team has a fine pitching staff.
Anything less than that would be a laugh.
In order to reach the top position,
a team has to outscore the opposition.
They need more wins than the competition.
This is any team’s annual mission.
The team from Philadelphia is considered great.
They put it all together in 2008.
The season ended with a World Series victory.
That’s what meeting expectations means to me.
Politics what does it stands for?
Is it a bunch of idiots trying to get votes door to door?
No it’s really many parasites
Abusing my human rights
By spending my tax to fund an Afghanistan civil war
They call themselves leaders
In fact they are income tax bleeders
Like lambs to the slaughter
They sure to tax the water
So they can benefit from the tax relievers
*Leader or Follower contest*
Just take this blue pill
Oh hold it wait
You need to sallow this swill
I hope you don’t faint
From the loss of your blood
You start to feel woozy
And don’t feel so good
Well this ones a doozy
I’ll give you a shot
So you can feel better
Oh wait I forgot
I’ll give you a sweater
To help with the chills
It is a side affect
From some of your pills
Please don’t reflect
About all of the big bills
I will bring a big platter
Everyone of them kills
It will not really matter
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