Stan was running low on gas,
And as usual driving too fast.
He blew by the station,
Clueless to the situation,
Now he's empty and stuck in the grass.
Twice around the track and then
Do it over once again
You might think a little sin
Just so I'll stay very thin
Up and down the stairs I go
Careful stepping heel to toe
Finally find an even flow
Then tumble down the final row
I guess not agile as a cat
My doctor says no more of that
I hope I stay the weight I'm at
Might end up getting very fat
Waiting once more for the wonders at dawn,
a tired, empty muse paces the lawn
struck dumb by notions refusing to spawn.
The new day arrives but dark does not lift,
an overcast sky now leaves her short shrift
as workers head home from serving night shift.
With nothing to prompt, she sneaks up the stair.
Some fifteen young bards enroute along there
went searching but found her out like a bear.
One ran errands for a friend who was ill.
Two ran a fever, three ran for the thrill.
Four ran their mouths while five ran up a bill.
After they ran, these bards pondered to pen
a passel of poems, then some again.
October 5, 2020
Silent One - When There is No Inspiration
Running on empty on a winters day
Car slid on the ice, as I started to say
Something magnificent, which didn’t stay
Gone quickly on that winter’s day
So I took out my pen, and my hands did flay
The ice had them shaking, so I spun away
Put my gloves back on with a quick sashay
Wish I had a full tank of gas on this stuck highway
Black ice was rampant, day was gray.
There was no frolicking on this stormy day.
A blizzard appeared in my rearview mirror right away.
Running on empty on a winter’s day
Out of gas (Running on empty)
Get home, rest my bones.
Please phone, don’t ring.
Get up, answer you all,
One song, two song, fast food,
Ding!
Eat fast, time passed,
Empty phone of today’s thoughts.
Pen and paper, upload later,
Poems become only four.
One day I will get a day off.
Not today, tick-tock.
Friday, weekends here;
Wake up early, look for job.
Insomnia won’t let me rest;
Monday morning, start again.
This is why I wrote this poem,
So you could see I keep on going,
But just for now I need some peace,
That’s why for now I write ‘Love is…’
I just do not have the time,
To say I love you all in a thousand lines
And in a thousand ways I will return,
But just for now,
I have no fuel left inside of me to burn.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Are You Exhausted? Worn Out? Running On Empty Fumes?
Is your life running
on empty fumes?
Are the adversities and stress
of life being consumed?
Any zeal and passion for God
may be in the past…
You wonder; “How long is life
going to last???”
Perhaps you feel like your
anchor’s “been lost at sea…”
And ask; “Lord…
Why is this happening to me?”
Things in life often
catch us “unaware…”
You may ask; “does anyone
out there really care?”
There is someone who
can help you along!
In Jesus’ arms of mercy
is where you belong!
He walked this earth and
calmed the sea of Galilee…
He’ll calm the storms
of life for you and me!
Won’t you give him a chance...
To calm your fears?
And allow his love to
wipe away any tears?
He’ll bring peace to a
hopeless situation…
All you need to do…
Is to give him an invitation…
The choice is yours…
It’s your decision to make!
Won’t you do it now? Before it’s too late???
By Jim Pemberton
Is your life running
on empty fumes?
Are the adversities and stress
of life being consumed?
Any zeal and passion for God
may be in the past…
You wonder; “How long is life
going to last???”
Perhaps you feel like your
anchor’s “been lost at sea…”
And ask; “Lord…
Why is this happening to me?”
Things in life often
catch us “unaware…”
You may ask; “does anyone
out there really care?”
There is someone who
can help you along!
In Jesus’ arms of mercy
is where you belong!
He walked this earth and
calmed the sea of Galilee…
He’ll calm the storms
of life for you and me!
Won’t you give him a chance...
To calm your fears?
And allow his love to
wipe away any tears?
He’ll bring peace to a
hopeless situation…
All you need to do…
Is to give him an invitation…
The choice is yours…
It’s your decision to make!
Won’t you do it now? Before it’s too late???
By Jim Pemberton
01/18/10
Got me a brand new electrical car
The range aint no good
I can’t go very far
It never quite reaches the places I need
I reckon I’m wanting
A much longer lead
Is your life running
on empty fumes?
Are the adversities and stress
of life being consumed?
Any zeal and passion for God
may be in the past…
You wonder; “How long is life
going to last???”
Perhaps you feel like your
anchor’s “been lost at sea…”
And ask; “Lord…
Why is this happening to me?”
Things in life often
catch us “unaware…”
You may ask; “does anyone
out there really care?”
There is someone who
can help you along!
In Jesus’ arms of mercy
is where you belong!
He walked this earth and
calmed the sea of Galilee…
He’ll calm the storms
of life for you and me!
Won’t you give him a chance...
To calm your fears?
And allow his love to
wipe away any tears?
He’ll bring peace to a
hopeless situation…
All you need to do…
Is to give him an invitation…
The choice is yours…
It’s your decision to make!
Won’t you do it now?
Before it’s too late???
By Jim Pemberton
01/18/10
Is your life running
on empty fumes?
Are the adversities and stress
of life being consumed?
Any zeal and passion for God
may be in the past…
You wonder; “How long is life
going to last???”
Perhaps you feel like your
anchor’s “been lost at sea…”
And ask; “Lord…
Why is this happening to me?”
Things in life often
catch us “unaware…”
You may ask; “does anyone
out there really care?”
There is someone who
can help you along!
In Jesus’ arms of mercy
is where you belong!
He walked this earth and
calmed the sea of Galilee…
He’ll calm the storms
of life for you and me!
Won’t you give him a chance...
To calm your fears?
And allow his love to
wipe away any tears?
He’ll bring peace to a
hopeless situation…
All you need to do…
Is to give him an invitation…
The choice is yours…
It’s your decision to make!
Won’t you do it now?
Before it’s too late???
By Jim Pemberton
01/18/10
You left me empty;
Running on nothing but pain
And leftover love.
didn't see the light turn red
thoughts that burn inside my head
running on empty, running hard
all around me lies in shards
all the things I try to hide
eating like a cancer inside
pour them out into a glass
a leaking sieve that empties fast
I can see it fading away
memories sweet from yesterday
as I hold on to what was untrue
doing my best to hold on to you
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