Today I’m grateful for all the people seated next to me
who accompany me on my journey every day…
And I’m grateful to be saving seats for the those
who will be joining me along the way.
Morey was thrilled because the cheese spa was coming.
The refrigerator made happy sounds, it was fairly humming.
The cheese was melting ahead of time in the microwave.
Morey was the first family member in; he is extremely brave.
This is not only comfortable, but tasty too he told the rest.
There was cheddar, provolone, but he liked the blue cheese best.
He scooted aside for his brothers, and his sister began to wail.
They have the best seats she whined; a complainer without fail.
Gold Seats
Tiers of
gold seats will
descend from a
low-lying cloud only when you
attach two handles (bike handles) to
your letterbox.
Toilet Seats
Moreover and
Furthermore are
the names of
my two toilet seats.
Check all the seats in the front of the bus.
Check every seat, and don't make a fuss.
Check the back seats and the front ones.
Check all the seats for lost daughters and sons.
Check under the seats when the day has ended.
Check on the seats, don't leave any children unattended.
Take a church full of sinners with issues galore,
each needing profoundly the grace of the Lord.
Some trapped in addiction, some weighed down in sin,
some struggling with faith, some who tried but gave in.
Some filled with anger and some with regret,
some who cannot forgive, but there’s one group I fret -
the judgmental crowd. They make it so tough,
thinking they have no sin or that they’re good enough.
And I wish that were all but it’s not for I find,
they poison the whole for they’re willfully blind.
Doing all that they must to protect the charade,
ranking sins amongst others and handing out shame.
Handcrafting a culture that turns out to be,
in direct opposition to what sinners need.
A place to be open, a place to confess,
a place to find comfort, a place to find rest.
A place to find Christ and the healing He gives.
A place to start over, but somehow this lives
in the culture of church after church I observe.
I guess human nature just can’t be deterred.
For it seems to be common despite where I go -
the part poisons all, no one stops it and so
the judgmental crowd wins and history repeats
where they end up the only ones… left in the seats.
take an 'oppose-it-shun'-seat...
to whatever
then
from the oppose-sit-site
be in opposite-agree meant
stans sand
Stacked against the odds
in a gamble things go well -
I make the only play I have,,,
with the cards I’ve been dealt
I’ve never been one to settle,,,
for sitting in the cheap seats -
when the bright lights of the good life,,,
are calling me by name.
I’ll choose the life of a winner,,,
or to go down in flames of glory,,
before I’ll give in -
to a life lived in mediocrity.
So roll the dice or flip the card,,,
just hang on cause here we go. .
.It’s better to make the call,,,
than to stand silently through the show.
That’s the way I live my life,,,
both with my money and my time -
I always place my chips,,,
on the sunny side of the deal.
Who care’s about tomorrow,,
If you never lived today-
there’ll be no point in worrying,,,
when you’re laying dead in a grave
(Silly fun write)
A perimeter with firm block seats
For teenagers patrolling the streets;
More needed to strengthen their gossips;
Jokes about Dads who wash plates in ships!
Seat blocks for kids from the Broken Home.
They might on them lie: consoling foam,
Dream of saving marriage blessed in Rome:
Their lost umbrella, Uprooted Dome…
But on this not a concentration
Of honked horns in ears penetration
Some of them flutists’ composition,
One or two ghostly exposition
Stating a warming disposition.
A driver’s wish you watch rolling tyres
So you don’t meet stretcher Risk hires!
Front row seats to an exciting hit show
Especially coveted by their biggest fan
An enormously popular 1960’s fellow,
Or a talented group like Wu-Tang Clan
Not noted for singing soft and mellow.
Written August 12, 2022
I throw my exhausted body
Drained of all its strength,
On the small blue seat of the big yellow bus
My body loosens it’s muscles tense.
As I push the window open,
The strong wind gushes in,
Engaging my russet hair in a sprightly dance
To it’s enchanting hymn.
The auric sunlight falls on my tanned face,
The current of warmth revitalises my soul;
From this delicate touch of the ethereal heavens
I recall the galliard back in the days old.
Memories come racing back,
Like a great white horse, young and cheery;
Trotting and galloping to the ends of my soul,
With its snowy mane flowing freely.
And as the giggles and jokes rewind,
I perceived a sensation serene,
A sensation that calmed my racing heart-
A sensation of peace and tranquility.
Peace felt like a seraphic person in disguise:
She took me into her gentle arms and held me tight,
She comforted me in this fast-paced world,
Where being at ease is not quite right.
After an hour or so I retire
Back to my life’s monotonicity,
Regardless of the loquacious people and blaring car horns,
I find peace in these bus seats.
Waking up to pop-tart kisses
Time to start the day
Good morning I love you
Is the first thing we say
Take advantage of every kiss
And every chance to cuddle
Take time to dance in the rain
And splash in every puddle
Build a fort under the table
Or an office under the sink
Make believe we are fairies
And pretend to all have wings
Forget about the dishes
Or the laundry in the room
Sacrifice your weekly show
And let them pick cartoons
Splash with them at bath time
And get a tad bit wet
Read them bedtime stories
But don't walk away just yet
Step back into their room tonight
And watch them as they sleep
This is what life's all about
And you've got FRONT ROW SEATS
Hail, the vale aches from retraced tattered feet going hither and tither the rambunctious brood, as dawn's golden sleigh race into a sanguine morn, of languishing warmth to sheath from the fleecing errant breeze, of yonder mountaintop, amidst a blanketed respite snow made heavy from the weight of the gods, who sit eyeing the mere mortals workloads that wanes into clear desks and cold seats. Traffic slows in the late afternoon and speeds when loosened while the dusk undresses the night, whose yawns of wearisomeness is inhibited by their backsides while bustling and hustling end, lain ontop of unkept beds.
2020 January 14
Stained blue seats lay docile
Awaiting to be snuggled
They give it their all
to be very comfortable
But lingering heat kills it.
I feel through senses
You feel common sense
I avoid the fences
You embrace the suspense
It wasn’t a choice
To follow the leader
I too, want a voice
Not just a repeater
But we have assigned seats
In this overpopulated class
I can look, but not touch
I’ll always be last
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