The older I get the more I hate shoes
When I was a teen I loved to choose
Different leather pumps and high heels
Wearing shoes now is a not a big deal
I like my old mules now out of style
As my feet can be free slide in and out
And those Crocs are popular for sure
But I just can’t get into them no lure
As a teen I was a fancy sharp dresser
Now I struggle to get dressed a stressor
Summer shoes and sun dresses are ok
But can’t wait to get home and strip away
I’m so happy, blessed to live home alone
As hot flashes happen want nothing on
When I do wear pajamas I like them loose
So there is less trauma to boobs, caboose
There’s nothing like a screened-in porch
To help me to relax.
It brings to me a comfort
My apartment surely lacks.
The birdsong and the swishing leaves,
The swaying of the trees,
Combined with the caresses
Of the gentle summer breeze
All add up to such a fine retreat
That, on this lovely day,
Every stressor in my life is somehow
Swatted clean away.
The depression is strong
Sometimes I wonder why
I was even born
I’m nothing but a stressor
in most people life
I make one mistake after
another in life
I keep thinking I found
love just to have my
heart ripped out and
handed me on a silver platter
Why am I here
Why am I even alive
I’m nothing but a burden
to everyone in my life
I’d be better off dead
rather than alive
Yet I am still here
even when I don’t
want to be
I just keep asking myself
these days “Why am I here?”
I would like to know
Priest Was a Sin and Transgressor Stressor
He is really quite an important impresser,
And priest has been a profound professor;
Episcopalian etiquette,
That can never quit;
In sermons sin and transgressor stressor.
Jim Horn
Welcome Aboard New Priest
New priest we want to welcome aboard;
Together with him will praise the Lord;
With voice endowed,
He can thrill a crowd,
And has gift to gab that we can afford.
Jim Horn
Time draws us closer
If we salute social partners
Who bless our lives, eliminating any stressor
From the corners
Where time creates quality time
To share
To climb to the prime
Level of the care
We disperse and dispense
In the interaction
Whose essence
Consolidates affection
In words, in actions
Deliberately meant
To invite benedictions
In every second spent
Strengthening ties
Within friendships
Where lies and spies
Sail in the opposite direction in ships
Whose poison
Far from the centre
Where treason
Gets no chance to enter
In a bid to plant seeds
Whose germination
Multiplies feeds and weeds
That trample affection
Underfoot
Increasing the chasm
Whose right or left foot
Sparks a spasm whose sarcasm and cytoplasm
Weakens bonds
Meant to grow from strength to strength
As evil absconds
To its full breadth and length
Signifying the rebirth
A partnership
Deserves beyond the birth
It witnesses in discipleship and fellowship
As every chime
Time sounds
Spurs a climb
To the next relationship rounds on gregarious grounds.
Life can be rough
It can be tough sometimes
IAm not saying what iam thinking
But know what iam saying
Life itself can be hurting
Made worse by people
Listen to this testimony
Who can believe this
He was I don't ever wish
To be like him
Kind of person
Speaking of losers
An e.g
An input in motivation
"Don't be like him"
His name used to make
Jokes even funnier
His life was an emotional stressor
Made him an angry cloud
An unreliable sunlight
His smile
He just poured anytime
But people New a happy guy
An I don't have a problem person
Even when it's there
What a musk
Every of his smile was venomous
To the insight
It was never real
But look at him now
At the realm of hard work
Happy for real
For him
Comforting world of his
Who can believe
This testimony
Is me
Back I high school
Early in high school
Well these, this and moment
And to come
They are mine
I now love this world of mine
It was a mess through devotion
I turned it around
This moment is mine
Life can be rough
It can be tough sometimes
IAm not saying what iam thinking
But know what iam saying
Life itself can be hurting
Made worse by people
Listen to this testimony
Who can believe this
He was I don't ever wish
To be like him
Kind of person
Speaking of losers
An e.g
An input in motivation
"Don't be like him"
His name used to make
Jokes even funnier
His life was an emotional stressor
Made him an angry cloud
An unreliable sunlight
His smile
He just poured anytime
But people New a happy guy
An I don't have a problem person
Even when it's there
What a musk
Every of his smile was venomous
To the insight
It was never real
But look at him now
At the realm of hard work
Happy for real
For him
Comforting world of his
Who can believe
This testimony
Is me
Back I high school
Early in high school
Well these, this and moment
And to come
They are mine
I now love this world of mine
It was a mess through devotion
I turned it around
This moment is mine
Life can be rough
It can be tough sometimes
IAm not saying what iam thinking
But know what iam saying
Life itself can be hurting
Made worse by people
Listen to this testimony
Who can believe this
He was I don't ever wish
To be like him
Kind of person
Speaking of losers
An e.g
An input in motivation
"Don't be like him"
His name used to make
Jokes even funnier
His life was an emotional stressor
Made him an angry cloud
An unreliable sunlight
His smile
He just poured anytime
But people New a happy guy
An I don't have a problem person
Even when it's there
What a musk
Every of his smile was venomous
To the insight
It was never real
But look at him now
At the realm of hard work
Happy for real
For him
Comforting world of his
Who can believe
This testimony
Is me
Back I high school
Early in high school
Well these, this and moment
And to come
They are mine
I now love this world of mine
It was a mess through devotion
I turned it around
This moment is mine
And yours to come
The stressor is physical.
Her fatigued body stops to rest.
Her favorite pastime is reading.
She lays back to think of herself.
Maybe the malaise will leave just as it manifest.
The malady is felt as a sort of wooziness.
She has withdrawn and her inner voice whispers in response to her agitation.
The malady seems to take her energy away.
Her aloof demeanor is distant thoughts of vertigo.
Spanish Harlem is her temperament.
Her nature is that she is tired and need to rest.
Maybe life giving is not at its best.
Therefore, she reads placated.
Contemplative woes are regrets.
Her hand has paused in the text.
Will she find her place once again?
Alternatively, she will reread lacking the remembrance.
An affliction an aura the wretchedness she feels.
Her mind is propitiated.
She is detached from her activity.
She has formed misery.
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Penned on May 26, 2014!
Once there was a professor called Ramsir
His knowledge grew lesser and stressor
Understanding grew too small
Wasn’t bashful above all
That’s why he’s a renowned philosopher.
In rounds and circles he’s going a lot
Going back and forth for things he forgot
Gets half way here and there
He becomes quite aware
And his reasons for going round are shot.
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May 19, 2014
Form: Limerick (42+42=84 syllables)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win
Contest: Birthday and Aging humor by Carolyn Devonshire
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