A Grandfather and Grandson
Together as a team
Preparation in the uplift
Wisdom expressed
Grandfather words, “LISTEN WELL TO MY TEACHINGS”
Commodity takes courage
Efforts and Talent that will follow
Elements of exploration
Believe in yourself and rule out can’t
Successful is an eventful moment
Endeavors ever after
Knowledge in wisdom wonder
Through the eyes of one’s observation
An Old Man teaching his Grandson an inspiring lesson
Can do principle
Attention given
Out of the mouth of Doubt came the revelation of assurance
This is a true story
My Grandfather has gone to glory
I am the Grandson
Commodity from his knowledge became my reality
Well trained and wonderfully prepared
I am my Grand Fathers product
Survival tool
Having understanding being no Fool
My Grandfathers last words, “You are going to remember this Old Man”
Good reason in never forget
His loss I regret
Lifelong sustaining life into the ever after.
A Grandfather and Grandson
Together as a team
Preparation in the uplift
Wisdom expressed
Grandfather words, “LISTEN WELL TO MY TEACHINGS”
Commodity takes courage
Efforts and Talent that will follow
Elements of exploration
Believe in yourself and rule out can’t
Successful is an eventful moment
Endeavors ever after
Knowledge in wisdom wonder
Through the eyes of one’s observation
An Old Man teaching his Grandson an inspiring lesson
Can do principle
Attention given
Out of the mouth of Doubt came the revelation of assurance
This is a true story
My Grandfather has gone to glory
I am the Grandson
Commodity from his knowledge became my reality
Well trained and wonderfully prepared
I am my Grand Fathers product
Survival tool
Having understanding being no Fool
My Grandfathers last words, “You are going to remember this Old Man”
Good reason in never forget
His loss I regret
Lifelong sustaining life into the ever after.
Igneous rocks moltened, crystallized, solidified
rising towards the surface like a hot furnace
Volcanic activity of the soul, conundrum of the heart
rule out the mind and the body facilitates, erupts !
One transformative honest experience and we
arrive at a gestalt moment of truth, we are
both energies, ... "explosive and implosive"
filled with adroitness and clumsiness alike
Profound changes in ones individual essence
can be an awakening of great disturbance
Within the ring of fire, boundaries co-exist
illumination is feasible if it is undeniable !
Magnetic moments in the soul reinforced
through our dreams, hopes, and fears....
Owning both destructive and creative powers
our souls do make choices each and every day
Both volcanoes and souls contain openings
and when the day of reckoning is near
we either choose to lay dormant or explode
it all depends upon our soul's barcode...
I thought:
why not write a love poem,
everyone is doing it,
how hard can it be?
First, I need a woman
(let's not drag my wife into this exercise),
a pet dog or cat perhaps.
Maybe some sexual content
(best to rule out the dog and cat).
Once I wrote about a certain flower
remarking upon its sprays of golden showers,
some smart ass wrote back asking
if I knew what the term 'golden showers' meant?
Got me thinking.
Probably need romantic sensitive moments
under moonlit glitzy stars -
pursed lips slurping up sticky passions.
What I got is a nice wife and a dopey-eyed dog,
just about enough I reckon.
Arson not ruled out as Emco chemicals are being tossed all over the north Chicago cab company on Sheridan road where the contents of the tailor shop was being stored remembering Tony Boloney Anton Goracia North Chicago cab driver the many days nights spent after the arson murder of 8 wow 1984 Christmas Eve history repeating itself march 1998 fire blazes to cover the tailor shop contents amazing how to get away with arson murder of 9 use emco chemicals petroleum camphor the blazer and there you have do you sew the fbi questions what do you know about arson murders payoffs bribes during elections choose your fire chief watch the fires ignite and keep your mouth shut for 40 years eyes wide shut pay corruption I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi this covered up arson murder of 9 persons today I am blessed I survived the car bomb meant to silence me while they try and rule out arson again
Without sugar, I'll sip on my espresso
I can still taste yesterday's sweetness
We abandoned yesterday's mistakes, worries, and despair
all money in the world cannot resuscitate yesterday
our actions and words are irreversible somersaults.
Yesterday's wishes dried up like lost dreams in the woods
golden skin echoed hollow vows with a wistful, spun glow
Alms shimmer like souls, but we can't rule out karma
we must avoid future risks, hurdles, and a stoic canvas.
Dreams and stones mingle, like torn bones or hearts
sun rays dye crimson roses—an icy reminder of lost shine
Gypsy whispers, dancing blades, and wigs create chaos
broken glass shards can form vows and heal scars
hedged hymns that hum in hectic hoods are tedious.
defied the cosmos and sought fortune and fame
revered and emulated idols of love and peace
but wished to be Gandhi or Mandela and achieve triumph
Philosophy and psychology foster love.
Pinprick orbs, a bohemian strain, drift with sun dust
everything I remember seems like yesterday
If life gives you the embers you asked for, embrace the pearls.
I shall have you richly prepared
For the notorious life of card:
Have you grasp another life hard,
By far tougher than that of bard;
What one does, all the time on guard;
For steady losses: A Retard.
You’ll figure why saints want it barred
Or with a pen for the same starred...
The music one craves for: Hard rock
But while it plays obeying clock.
Timely entry of phoned cops block;
At the closest road mounted block!
You could do with a screening smock;
Black spectacles for eyes that mock.
Your victors plans to slaughter cock
Not where rivals could their guns cock…
Don’t rule out a “Stand in the dock”
And cash there-from don’t goods stock…
I felt like I could be eternally grateful forever.
But really that promise to be grateful was a curse.
Those tears that used to be innocent-
Now make me feel like I deserve to be condemned.
The more I wait graciously-
The more I rule out solutions.
It feels like I was given a second chance at one point.
But I thought I didn’t need it.
So that I can spend the rest of my life wondering…
Miss Marple is a famous sleuth
She investigates and gets the truth
Murder intriguing has been committed
Just as well she's quite quick-witted.
Whom does this crime benefit most?
We can rule out our charming host
Victim was found dead in his room
Around his body flowers strewn.
Completely by accident Marple saw
Delivery of flowers at kitchen door
Where busy maid spends her day
All mundane tasks are sent her way.
She might be poor, but that blackguard
Sent flowers with invite scrawled on card!
Never expecting she would not comply
The fillet knife aided his dying sigh.
Flowers she threw in such distress
Then walked away from mortal mess
Bravely she sought Marple's advice
Who said 'she was skating on rather thin ice'.
Enigma surrounds this long closed case
The victim, no gentleman was a disgrace
Home in her cottage, thinking things through
Marple wondered what Poirot would do?
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A lifelong friend has a troubled soul,
Though sunlight flows from realms above,
Inner demons rule, out of control,
Robbing him of the thrill of love.
Senses are hazy; Discerns are grey,
Awkward to think and process thought,
Taxing to act and testing to pray,
Void of nerve to do what he ought.
Cries in his cup of bitter darkness,
Feels falling into deep abyss,
Can’t distinguish between worst and best,
Bad decisions lead him amiss.
Sleep is the only secure escape,
From agony of being awake,
Wondering how much more he can take,
Knowing that his life is at stake.
Staggers into each and every day,
Needing purpose and worthiness,
Yearning for release to a new way,
Where peace follows self-worthlessness.
Like a shadow in well-lit doorway,
Means something is impeding light,
If shadow fades, it’s my friends doomsday,
Leaving him naught with which to fight.
I seem powerless to help my friend,
Would do anything within my might,
Can’t bear thinking of a tragic end,
If this poor soul turns out the light.
I went for an EEG
To rule out epilepsy.
I did all that they said
With discs glued to my head
While the checked out brains 'lectricity.
anything could happen today
i mull and sift through
likely possibilities
rule out the unlikely
settle upon the most reasonable
as usual I walk
take a longer route
still pondering
how the day will unfold
unaware
of the passage of time
the day slips into afternoon
I am still speculating
planning eventualities
working out how to manage
the coming hours
time slips by unnoticed
it is evening
still anything is possible
anything could still surprise
take me unawares
I am yet more vigilant
watching for something
night falls
i ponder the endless possibilities
the odds of anything happening
tomorrow
People like the thought of Karma
It gives justice some magic
They rule out Providence completely
I believe that is tragic
To them it's far fetched
That God can teach you a lesson
Or look down on creation
And find ways to give blessings
They want pain for wrongdoers
On a system like gravity
And to be paid for conscientiousness
Well again, that's a tragedy
Can the threat of a sharp knife erase someone's evil?
Can a carrot on a stick make bad people good people?
Be real...
In the beginning we all longed,
To be in comfort’s arms, held strong.
Never to be too far too long,
But we all have fallen, gone wrong.
Now as you pray with faith today,
For holy trust to obey,
And follow Christ who is the way,
You know that life is great!
With every breath you exhale, intake,
And each unending vow you make,
Cemented and set to never break,
Your joy won’t fade nor ever shake.
Your life’s experiences from before,
Tell you that there’s always more,
For your growing heart that soars,
On the glory of the Lord.
So as a rule, rule out the bad,
And everything that makes you sad.
In time you’ll find you’ll feel quite glad,
For everything that’s right is rad!
Be blessed, be smart, be clean, be true,
And most of all be you, yes you!
Someday all you want will come true,
And even then you’ll have more to do!
I care but do not mind which Goddess you hail
There is not one God only but many to cherish
To choose as long as you are honest and serene
I would rule out science and money as my altar
But sit quietly in the garden and marvel at nature
Throw in a bit of philosophy in the eclectic mix
Ask the Buddha in you what is the right path
Meditate and reflect on the wonders of a quiet world
A lotus flower or meaningful pendant and a mantra maybe
Spirituality is a reflection of prisms in doing your best
23rd January 2019
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