Yoo--Hoo, ain't your time to play Pick-That-Guy,
You knew, thank your lucky stars, my oh, my,
No request, not even ask,
Careless, though just curious,
Masked male couple picked well, was mine, he's Thai.
Sometimes things go smoothly
But your nervousness won’t stop,
‘Cause you wonder if (or likely when)
The other shoe will drop.
Still, it’s worth enjoying
Times when plans work out just right.
Try releasing all the tension;
Thank your lucky stars at night.
There’ll be many times a’coming
When this fortune won’t repeat,
So relax and spread some smiles,
For such days are rare and sweet.
As I lay me down to sleep, for the last and final time
I leave you, my daughter, with this testament's chime
No matter the temperature, no matter the weather, no matter the clime
Be it ever so nasty, be it fair-to-middling, or utterly sublime
Be grateful, my darling, for our sun's constancy, rising anew every day
For its steady course through the Heavens toward sunset, wending its way
Appreciate the warmth of a Spring morn and the Autumnal evening glow
Even bone-chilling Winter, huddled round the fire in a cozy chateaux
Thank your lucky stars for Summer's finery midst weather resplendent
View each drop of rain as a scion of its climactic rainbow ascendant
For when you fill your heart with gratitude for what in Nature's indelible
Sure you'll stir the soul of your betrothed with Love un-dispel-able
June 25, 2018
Hear a siren passing by
And thank your lucky stars
Someone else’s problem
Will not cause you any scars.
For every passing ambulance
Has someone in the back –
A hit and run or overdose
Or, likely, heart attack.
You see the flashing lights go by
And hear that plaintive drone,
So fortunate that you’re not there
To hear somebody moan.
Yet every minute, every day,
Emergencies occur;
But if that siren’s not for us,
That’s what we’d most prefer.
Man should feel very bless
in having Teachers around that care
for the learning process
is an on going procedure
or it should be, for Life to progress,
For if any man thinks he knows it all
then think again, as such
for how then did they get to know so much
in so little a time
or did they?
So thank your lucky stars
to have peoples around that can teach
for Teachers are very special indeed
and even Teachers know
that the learning process never stops
It's only people who stops the learning way
when they think they know it all
and when ignorance put his foot in the door
and bemoans his lot and cries
he should have listened and learnt
learn't a lot more when the Teachers were around
but it's never to late
there are Teachers out there
just waiting for you to attend the class
for the learning process never ends
no, not even in death, not even then.
A country boy
from the Yorkshire Dales
overnight an one hit wonder
when appearing on television in the uk's
top pop show.
'Thank your lucky stars'
This country bumpkin
in the big city
five star hotel, limousine, the works
along with an accent to boot
and a new one to learn
from the usa,
'Freddy Cannon' from the deep south
the top act, along with england's finest.
And i was only 19.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
What’s the meaning of dawn without Night
You need Darkness to see the light
What’s success without Impossibilities
Hardships always bring out abilities
Life does not have a meaning
When you know you cannot die
Death is always necessary
To give Life one more try
What is happiness without Sorrow
You need today to see Tomorrow
You know it only when you cry
What Magic lies in your eye
It is only because of Droughts
That you welcome the rains
What is the meaning of freedom
If you are not Bound in chains
What is knowledge without Ignorance
What is peace without Nuisance
There is passion to learn and understand
Only when Chaos rules the land
There is no meaning to God
When there exist no Demons
There is no point in proving something
Where there exist no Reasons
So be thankful to get Pain and Sorrow
Be eager to have Darkness and Tomorrow
Praise the creator for creating Demons and Disease
And for bringing War and Strife
Thank your lucky stars when you were born
‘Cause they didn’t put DEATH at the beginning of LIFE!
Whoa! Friends, slow down a bit, smell the roses
And appreciate your situations.
We can’t lose sight what’s under our noses
If we do, we invite our frustrations.
Who needs that god-awful discouragement?
Not you or me, so look for the flowers,
They are there. Look around, follow the scent
But don’t look in other people’s bowers
You have plenty more in your own backyard.
Now take a whiff and thank your lucky stars
For these gifts, you have earned this high regard.
That’s right my friends, give yourselves a cigar.
Over the years we sowed what we reaped
Its harvest time now, the roses smell sweet.
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