Avoiding Chores for Poetry
Mom’s folding laundry as muse pinches me
sheets flapping with ink scolding
I get beat from both sides
unlined bedding is blessed
the future shakes out Mom’s frown
turns it upside down when she reads my best
strike while the iron is hot and frame it
give it to Mom in present
‘fore she passes away
covered with a clean sheet
no poem disturbs her rest
Mom never beat me with her busy hands
Strike while the iron is hot
Cuddle when the weather is cold
Dance by the moon while you're young
Sleep until noon when you're old
The time is now to arouse that hidden, dormant spirit that dwells within.
The time to glow brilliantly is upon us, to share our gifts and skills, for to withhold is a terrible sin.
Time to come together in pure peace and unity, without animosity, argument, fuss, or impunity.
Unleash the hidden power within to manifest easily overcoming rejection from any and all.
Let the mighty spirits' glorious light radiate through us always aiding us in standing tall.
Go out with the intent of serving others and in doing so, increase your own pinnacle of success.
When the inner spirit is aroused and awakened, you will undoubtedly perform at your very best.
The time is now to use the spirit and strike while the iron is hot,
regardless of whether people heed or receive your message or not.
May we lean on the everlasting arms and be guarded against thoughts of degradation against anyone.
May we all find prosperity and assist others to prosper and reap all wholesome harvests under the sun.
An idea wrapped up in a dream,
it will never work, don't even try.
Another wacky out there scheme,
better to let it lay and die.
If that were the attitude taken,
by those great inventors of old.
Like Edison, Bell and Franklin,
great men who were so bold.
We could't call the ones we love in the middle of the night,
we would still be in the dark without their bulb of light.
Without the brothers Wright, we could not own the sky,
we would never have the right to spread our wings and fly.
If we had been too cautious, to venture into space,
this moment in history we could never face. We would have never stepped foot on the moon.
if we had listened to those, who said it was too soon.
Strike while the iron is hot,
that's the motto we should adopt.
Fear is just a wall to keep in hope,
let's unleash our dreams, let's cut the rope.
" Our greatest weakness lies in giving up.
The most certain way to succeed is always
to try just one more time. " - Thomas Edison
10 / 31/ 18
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