Routinely, like clockwork, like every morning,
I walk to my drive way and enter my pickup.
I start the engine and turn on the radio.
Immediately, horrific and unbelievable news.
I head off to work, not knowing what to expect.
I stare across the airfield of an airforce base.
Not the least surprised, airplanes are grounded.
I arrive at work in wonderment.
Our work highly depends on airplanes.
Today is a none typical 911 work day.
We are instructed to perform our normal
duties of pickups and deliveries, except,
'Do not take cargo to airport but report to
The yard at end of route'.
Noodles
Noodles are routinely
Neglected when discussing foods that
Negatively affect health. Their high carb content
Necessitates people on a diet must watch how much they consume.
Naturally this can be difficult to do when pasta is eaten
Nonchalantly. Some benefits do exist as they are fortified with
Niacinamide so they are
Not a total
No-no. If
Noodles are made with all
Natural products they can be somewhat
Nutritious.
Nevertheless, they can be
Noxious to one’s well-being.
Now, let me say, I am
Not
Neurotic about the subject of eating
Noodles. In fact, I say
Eat them every day!!
People Pleasing
An excessive willingness to serve or
Please others.
The Charlatan routinely is pretentious
In one's face.
One can't try to please everyone is a
Recipe for misery and disappointment.
Don't self sacrifice yourself its not
Selfish to say No oftentimes.
Some people are never pleased.
People Pleasing drains one's energy
Without being aware.
The receiver continously take, take
One's kindness for weakness.
"Spring is a wonderful season making itself vibrant when hearts beat to the rhythm of music, when butterflies flit around flowers and birds break their interim wintry silence with sweet carols. The magic of spring is overpowering." ---- By Poet
From a music maestro’s harp string
The chimes of a melody ring
Colorful flowers awaken
To greet the gently approaching spring.
The wintry chill’s silence is broken
Everyone, to birds’ sweet chorus hearken
The tight strung guitar plays mellow and deep
Happily welcoming spring unbidden.
Fresh buds awaken from winter’s sleep
Eastern winds from far gently sweep
Heavenly vibrations, resonant beats!
From under cover, rodents creep.
Splendorous sunshine with warmth greets
Cycle of seasons routinely repeats
Change in nature is so lovesome
Spring presents umpteen visual treats.
The spent year sinks in the captivating cauldron of history,
traces a fading furrow on traversed time by the setting sun,
etched on the realm of remote remembrance weary,
the new year comes blooming buds of promise one by one.
Janus opens routinely for me the door to the new beginning,
after my time crosses the corridor of the worn-out year,
I’ll weave unseen dreams in the tapestry of future ensuing,
unsung songs I’ll sing for the seasons as they will appear.
Along the path God paves for me I’ll begin the new journey
with cornucopia of resolute resolutions to make me wise,
reach amused the edge of the time plateau I don’t see,
yearning to greet 2026 with a joyous sunrise in my skies.
Maybe I’ll make naive the old mistakes many more time,
but resolve to commit them the way they won’t repeat.
I’ll swathe life with some fun, make jokes of me in rhyme,
and laugh my heart out as seemingly senseless stupid feat.
I’ll express profuse gratitude to those close to me I’ll see,
even if they don’t take me as I am with imprudence inbred.
For my muse my pen will be re-filled with ink in glee,
I’ll keep on writing poems that may not disappear unread.
I think back of days long gone
memories of right or wrong
being weak or strong.
These routinely resonate,
beaches glistening, montains snowing,
children misbehaving, our parenting,
wife laughing then crying.
I have nothing.
I gaze to the future
where dreams live forever..
Dancing and holding my love,
our flight of the dove.
My children visit shining their light
soaring like eagles in full flight.
My heart is lifted, full of gold
a true patriarch will never grow old.
Happened and may happen is not a happening.
They are immutable events,
one in the grave the other yet no benefits.
Present presents the grandest presence.
Every tick of the clock
a thought, a calculation, a reaction, a decision.
These things occur with or without precision,
changing the course of destiny yet to be found.
It is here where I will stand my ground.
Memories and dreams will always be in flight,
but in the present I shall bend my light.
“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil,
Is for good men to do nothing.”
It's a quote routinely attributed to Edmund Burke.
"I have no right to post this.
Here in my ivory tower where nothing is amiss.
I eat when hungry and drink when I thirst.
Feel pity for those babes, but I always come first." The Poet.
A child is precious no matter where they be.
So who could inflict such agony?
They say the end is near,
If the crying stops by a child so dear,
Sweet might has no strength left to cry.
The mother must sit and watch the babe die.
Donations given but aid cant get through.
Great suffering by hunger, if the aggressors only knew.
Blurred Realities Cryptic, Faded, Vague.
Questionable behaviors are they mere fantasies ?
No one is perfect, inhale, exhale.
I finally accepted I'm not anyone's favorite person.
People may routinely tell me what's best for me
And pretend they care when their actions don't
match their words.
Living someone else's reality became distorted
At the battlefield of this mental war.
Oftentimes fatiguing to consume these decisions to
over-ride this reflectiveness of My Blurred Realities.
The specter of nuclear war haunts the world again
not long after we all thought it might end
As agreements of Reagan and Gorbachev are trashed
the angst of Krushchev and Kennedy streams past…
Today, Iran hungers for the bomb, terrifying everyone
in her recent ‘Twelve-Day-War,’ a nuclear future may have won
Putin speaks casually of using ‘whatever force is necessary’
to render Ukraine a useful ex-enemy…
America’s arsenal’s buried deep beneath the ground ~
in the M-E, ballistic missiles and drones routinely downed
On the radio I heard
A statement that I found absurd.
It described today’s parade
Where tributes are routinely made
To soldiers who have served and died,
Who’ve earned our gratitude and pride.
“These troops fought hard so on this date
We all can meet and celebrate
The freedom that they helped fulfill
By eating burgers from the grill.”
I get that it’s symbolic, yet
No soldier would, I’d surely bet,
Risk life and limb or wounds to heal
So we could barbecue a meal.
That said, we all should take a pause
To think of all who fight because
They do a job and know each breath
Could bring them grief or harm or death.
This holiday, each one who serves
Should get the honor he deserves.
I want to fly where a fairy flies
My sparkling wings sweeping dusky skies
A star at my brightness routinely shies
And I’m never recognized in this guise.
I want to swim where a mermaid swims
My iridescent scales like glittery limbs
Whales and fish sport appreciative grins
And the exercise makes even curvy bods thins.
I want to mother like a dragon-mom mothers
My fierce fiery protection for baby sisters, brothers
Love worn on wings wrapped tight round one ‘others
And colorful familial binds flash as each nestling hovers.
Feathery souls, titanium hearts, exposed minds required
To experience pure fantasy in time before expired!
Not tonight my lovely
I must stop writing about
The women I met in
my tumultuous youth
that lasted into middle age
touching the years
of elderliness
I do remember a woman
In Taiwan
She had beautiful hair
That turned out to be a wig
She was scaringly bald
Perhaps she had had cancer
She was flat chested too
Wore boxer shorts and
Had an ********
No, not tonight, misses Wong
She routinely dressed
Adjusted her wig
Down in the bar, I drank whisky
To think I had kissed her
With passion
now that we know
we’re dying and yet loving it
being slowly consumed by the bliss flame
that our delusion may disappear
there’s nothing left to do
patterned chores
performed routinely day after day
yet does represent our bondage to earth life
wherein we dwell in our comfort zone
gravity of stupor binds us
mere recognition
is not enough to grant freedom
so we must remain in a meditation continuum
bilocating between form and the void
at ease wherever we may be
My fragmented heart defied my mind's authority
A gloomy transformation carved from sorrow's blood
Dopamine disappears while endorphins are the minority
The down feeling crashes in like an uncontrolled flood
An unwelcomed intruder colonizing my obedient body
I routinely succumb to your callous commands
An old foe by the former name of melancholy
Like a sponge you absorb my joy unarmed
Your fourth unsolicited visit in fourteen years
The voice of my normality fades in your shadow
Familiar with your punishment I become immune to fears
The heat of your rule coerces my heart to feel mellow
I forbade hopelessness to assert its voice in my head
Through gruntled teeth I allow my pride to fall instead
Antidepressants forces a ceasefire in our internal war
Tranquility pushes you out through my heart's aluminium door
I embrace peace knowing It too visits but does not stay
For I know you will return again in a few years from this day
earthquakes and fissures
routinely affect politics and relationships
as they act on the earth's crust
tectonic plates clash in subduction zones
they separate at divergent boundaries
a quake strikes
will I engage or detach?
wisdom will prevail
I will not be smashed or fall between the cracks
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