I am blessed to return to the words of Eleanor Roosevelt
on days when my spirits need a lift…
‘Yesterday is history’ she reminds me
‘Tomorrow is a mystery
But today…
today will always be a gift’.
What is our claim to fame,
maybe money, things, toys or a great career?
Money can be good then fought over when we die.
Things come and go,
making us happy and sad.
Toys like a new car,
did we really need it?
A great career,
to tell the world what?
I am someone.
Am I working myself to death but why?
Our claim to fame has a price,
how much are we willing to pay?
It would be better if we could say,
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
I am a simple person wanting God's favor over me.
Our suitcases are very old;
They’re heavy and they wobble.
Discussing getting new ones
Caused a wee bit of a squabble.
What size to buy? Hard shell or soft?
So many out there waiting.
To order it online or not?
We spent much time debating.
We chose one sent by Amazon,
But found it big and bulky
And having to return it
Made us both annoyed and sulky.
We sent it back and in the store,
We found the luggage section
And checked a few ‘til finally,
We made a joint selection.
The purchase made, we’ll wait and see
When we go on vacation
If what we bought was worthy of
All that consideration.
I did not sing today.
I walked long,
But there was no song
As I went about my way.
I did not talk today.
There was no friend
With smile to lend
And kind thought steered my way.
I did not write today.
I thought long and hard,
But there was no card
No parchment held its sway.
I did not laugh today.
Save a wry response
To a random thought
On my wandering pondering way.
I did not sup this eve.
No bounteous grace
No warm embrace
No consort at my sleeve.
But I count the day not lost
For the careworn and the cost.
For the steps on every journey
Be they light or weight uncertain
Must be taken...
Lest they bring the final curtain to the Day.
I sit and think about all the shoulds
I could get off my duff and do it all
but I like staring out into my lovely woods
enjoying myself this wonderful fall
things need to be cleaned and tidied up
a plethora of messes should be put away
but I enjoy sitting out here with my pup
maybe I will do them all another day
cleaned the toilet today
it was long overdue
looked like I had killed a hog in there
usually when I start cleaning. I cannot stop
I would have to clean the walls, the sink, the mirror, the tub
not this time.
God worked His wonders , through this obetient..And mostly humble man.'
God is the same yesterday today and
Indeed, tomorrow.' Divinely He plans.'
Signs of His passage.' On Moshe from
The 'get go' To this very day they still show
Of ' His guidance, of His Love
And The Way' we must go.' No prophet
No priest ordains right.' Unless the Spirit
Is guiding.' And though it be darkest night..
God is forever; the Everlasting light.' Work while He bids.'
Throw of the old yoke.' And He will surely win your fights.' As He did it for Moses
He will see all His true followers right
I remember everything,
From our first meeting
It sparks something within
My hearts starts this rapid beating
I never knew i was capable of loving
Until i met a stranger, I called king.
Tip's of Women?
Lounge flushed
In delusion
I plays
Issues of wear
And weather's are vain
Tip's of women
Tied entrances
As low as old war
Gushes enter our floor
Isn't hours tasking?
Asnt looming often rooming
Rooms join dolls bury
Hands praying? So ways say
Papers run in the filled nights
Breaking ideas, counts, verses, checks
On tables and on the mind
City damsels, men aren't rhymes
Okay honey man
Driftwood apartments
Kevin issues jazz
You accident prone today
Chaska home
I have been behind San Francisco Paris
Says speaks for itself
Fearless abandon
Call on shores
Runned in
Hip at the door
Night the session
Strange moon wander in question
Illusive paints
Harken of tame
Tara I uncover
Repent dowry upon my branch
Eyes drafting midnight
Hourglass tarnish adventures
Lost rehearsal
Proudly I used to sell season's tickets for the Chicago Bears
~ These days salesmen sneak down the back stairs
Falling in love is easy
Staying in love is hard.
Healing is believing
you will be healed.
Faith cannot be seen
but it can be felt.
Democrats are so intolerant
comply or die.
Prayers and thoughts are power
a nation united with them can heal.
Hate s quick
Love is slow.
The red clay is thick and the earth thirst
rains bead off and flow away into the creeks
stubborn soil wont drink.
Growth is slow for the prairie
but still a beauty in life that survives.
Wondrous grassland dotted with wildflowers
a pale moon and a canvas of night stars
The dawn and the dusk brilliant colors brush the sky
Souls remain embedded in this land.
There is much beauty in simplicity.
Future days arrive,
quickly becoming our past.
never to return.
When Sara and I take our walk each day,
We usually go the same old way.
Today we decided to make a change,
We decided to make our walk free range.
We went to a park named Natural Springs.
It had a dog park and playground with swings.
We chose a trail with overhanging trees,
We had a full sun, but also a breeze.
I saw a small path that led to a stream,
But Sara said, “the path’s too extreme.”
I gave her my, I really want to look,
And she said, “I’ll sit here and read my book.”
I walked a few minutes, looking about,
Then thought, I’m not sure just how to get out.
It wasn’t long ‘til I found the right path.
I crossed the stream without taking a bath.
There was my Sara, as I topped the hill,
She told her new squirrel friend, “here comes my Bill.”
We shared my adventure as we walked away,
We were glad we tried a different way.
I had a bad reaction
To the Covid booster shot,
A pattern that repeats
With every one I ever got.
On top of feeling sick, I had
Some problems with my phone.
My email wasn’t working
And to raving I am prone.
I’ve started feeling better
And my email finally works.
(An Apple agent cleared things up,
Among the iPhone’s perks.)
My day was not the greatest
But it feels wrong to complain.
After all, it’s 9/11
And those memories remain.
An active Christian who debated others..
Is all.' A little out there.' Yet he cared.' Trying in the Word, to enlighten and save.'
Appalingly murdered today in Utah
By someone? who he would already have
Forgave, forgave because only God can judge..To take a life, is so terrible I can
Think of no thing worse.' Than to hold; evil so deep,
To act on such a grudge'
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