I see words, and they see me
It’s true they are sentient, quite
But they will never see the light
of my world through my loins
They keep floating by, ever speaking
never ceasing like tinnitus in my transcendent sight
Like orphans from somewhere never
Their little fingers grope as they look at me squarely
Speaking barely, “bring me into your light”
just before they are gone forever
So much needless loss
I kill my darlings before they become darlings
Their lot is to die in the vacuum
of my fickle muse
If only I could catch them like you do fireflies in a fruit jar
How pretty they would be to see in chaotic containment
and how witty they could be for those with the sight
But alas, my heart cannot hold all the incandescence ink
required for such a noble and beautiful task
So I shall be satisfied to smile when I catch one or two
Life is an attitude
It's nothing to do with misfortune
Just stay strong in heart and in mind
Be positive in everyday's dealing
Always ask God for good health
To face the challenge squarely
Don't complaint but find initiative
To get things done proud and happy
Be thankful when blessing receive
Be humble when praising God and men
Blow candles and slice cakes with people you love
Enjoy every moment you have experience
Don't stay in sorrow for long
Be contented of what you have
Do good to yourself and to others
Believe, pray and rely to God always.
The weight of the world
Sits squarely on your shoulders
Lay your burden down
My Yin and my Yang are at odds with one another
I place the blame for my Oedipus Complex squarely on the shoulders of my mother
I cannot be held responsible for the mistakes I make each day
The flaws in my character are baked into my DNA.
Maslow's Hierarchy establishes priorities from which I cannot change
My interpretation of Rorschach's inkblots suggest I am deranged
I respond to certain stimuli much the same as Pavlov's dog
I hear voices from inside my head but cannot follow the dialogue.
Schrodinger's cat may be dead or alive, the same is true for my libido
Sigmund Frued would say that is because my Id is subservient to my Super-Ego
I am sorry but our time is up, according to the clock upon the wall
You integrated some of my personalities, but you did not get them all.
Lessons From History
When Hitler was voted into power
He scraped in (voting was a shambles),
But he knew it had come, this was his hour,
And so he took one of his biggest gambles.
He knew his grip on power was paper thin
And so decided he would take a flier;
He gambled everything that he would win,
So struck a match and lit the Reichstag fire.
He blamed it squarely on the other side,
The ostensible excuse he needed.
He silenced everyone who said he lied:
Head gardener in a garden that he seeded
With such a rank and rotten infestation
It killed, corrupted and destroyed a nation.
Singing sweetly and peacefully!
Although the lyrics are squarely of pain.
Every night I close my eyes calmly!
Although I know the morning is simple and plain.
Seasons change and giving up slowly!
Just left behind with harmless rain.
Neither the doors nor windows open, surely!
Looking for a war because I am fain.
Failure's specter shadows my days,
In dreams, I'm lost in an endless maze.
Less ego, more teamwork, I see,
Could've altered fate's decree.
When projects blaze, then swiftly fall,
Blame lands squarely, at my call.
Seeking help, if ideas stall,
Collaboration, best of all.
Dreams revisit failures old,
Two decades gone, yet still untold.
Changing jobs to hide the pain,
Blame rests solely in my domain.
Dreams won't mend what's gone awry,
The past is past, no need to pry.
From errors made, wisdom glean,
Release the grip of dreams unseen.
A man may stumble, falter, fall,
Yet failure's not his name to call.
When blaming others clouds his view,
He loses sight of what is true.
But when he turns and takes the blame,
He learns to rise, reclaim his aim.
With newfound strength, he charts his course,
Guided by wisdom, driven by force.
air a voice of no measure
pairs equitably trifling
like an eighty-six patron
vermiso will win out a
majority in favor
consciousness of her fears are
competently conversant
of artsy quiescency
a plague that ails them
whereby its cure is
not immediate
composure that an artist
overripes her flowery
facial abeyance
tis squarely crafted in stilled
visage interspersing gild
and vermillion splash
ere curtains call emphatic operatta
as Italian corporatist infiltrates
faced causation effects shh
Beguiled risks sensitive alterations
that redesigned unknots and cutup trice
as the fresh teases through the looking glass
exposing timepiece resemblance glossed spilled.
Bemused forgives absence, mindful at hand,
tenuously gripping the rolled spent yarn
that edges fingertips loosely as threads
answer questionable finds, stitch-by-stitch.
Period accentuates the sensed thence
for the bestilled entangled narrative
plots exclamation points of those foregone
chapters ... period midst frames of escape.
Styled room for maneuvering that spirals
at a loss now hangs overhead ticking ...
mockery behold guardians of greens
that grow within disoriented poise.
Blue compliments presence expressed squarely
drafting the voiceless lucid residue
that nurtured former brush and forever
sealed a dream sweeter than a Danish roll.
We place a lot of pressure squarely on our shoulders
Raising the bar on repeat feels like carrying boulders
Stakes set stubbornly high but can lower to find a clue
By broadening out our view to see the strain is undue
Realize the rigor we apply isn't required in every situation
Unwinding tension that was a figment of our imagination
Dare We Beat Evil With Truth And A Heavy Sledge
Fresh rain pounded out cleaning again our Mother earth
above squirrels chattering for all they are worth
what matters is in this life we simply obey
do our very best and sometimes we kneel to pray
for guidance and follow the dear heaven-sent light
develop fully our brains to see with true sight
see glittering stars above, know our God is love
face off squarely and with heart deal world's push and shove
such gives us dear Lord's blessings and truth to walk straight
walk proud as we live, remember it's not too late
share our happiness with family and our friends
with conviction know Heaven be ours in the end.
Dare we beat evil with truth and a heavy sledge.
With our faith know wisdom and truth gives us the edge.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Oct. 27th, 1979, age 25
"Times have passed, times are here and times are ahead of us" said the 'Universe'.
Past times are gone,recent times will go and there are inescapable progressions into the future.
There are times we face it squarely, and times we shy away timidly.
Times we feel transcendent and times we hit below the belt.
Times we have a variety of choices and times we're limited.
Times we feel so energized and times we feel very worn out.
Times we paid much attention and times we looked unconcerned.
Times we feel accepted and times we felt rejected.
Times our sense of judgements were accurate and times we aired.
Times we were lucky and times the odds didn't favour us.
Times we were heroes and times we were cowards.
Times we acted genuinely, and times we were fake.
Times we held on tight and times we hurriedly let go.
Times we laughed hysterically, and times we cried out our hearts.
Times we were inevitable, and times we were totally ignored.
Explore your full potentials,
For "Times have passed, times are here and times are ahead of us".
Let me tell you what it will cost,
If you try to Richard accost:
Two of your front teeth shall be lost,
Straight two artificial teeth cost...
Interest in flashing arch smiles lost,
From time to time his dad accost
To show him what The Thing had cost.
I'm surprised at what thou dost
And at times feel squarely lost:
All the time wanting to raise dust;
All the time a combat, a must.
Sister Jean, a national treasure
burst on the scene five years ago
her Loyola Ramblers took the NCAAs by storm
and Sister Jean's quiet life was transformed
Now it's five years later
Loyola's going nowhere fast
But our fascination with Jean
has yet to pass ...
Interviewed last week at 103
She'd heard of a gal age 114
Faced her audience squarely and insisted
"Now that's just too darn old to be!"
Since the worn out
knee should be replaced,
I have no doubt,
in fact, I’ve squarely faced:
not a snowball’s chance in hell
going skiing would go too well.
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