You have to use the right tool for the job
Or else it won't work and you'll sob
When you do it without a fight
You know your doing it right
Trying to eat a sandwich with a fork just won't work
You have to use your hands or else you won't smirk
SOBER-:-
teetotal
sustainability
abstinence
nonfermented
sobriety
rewarded merits
a CLEAN BILL OF HEALTH
unmalted
dealcoholized
balancing
restart
recovering
SEVERE DIPSOMANIA
anonymously
attends
powwows
shared
stories
The tongue is an evil weapon
spreading lies and deceit
wherever it is heard
LIMRICKING
My ability to write poetry is not that great
On a 1-10 scale, about 4 I'd rate
But if I'm inspired
And I'm not too tired
On a 1-10 scale, I may rate eight
Sometimes at night when I lay awake
Rhyming phrases, my mind will make
And if I can recall
Any rhymes at all
Come morning, a poem I may create
When I was young and still in school
My peers told me " poetry's not cool"
But now I'm a boomer
And a very late bloomer
And poetry is now my stress relief tool
No one is perfect.
We go Up & we come Down.
If we send a little something Down though, (while we're up) and place it somewhere safe, we can use these tools to get back up again next time.
We are Tool Collectors.
She carved in my bones
Before I could comprehend
My body was a temple
But she never mentioned
How it was crafted from stolen stone —
Every wall lined with ancient scripture
Shame plastered over the cracks
Commandments hung like blackout curtains
Every hymn was a rallying cry:
Kneel, obey, don’t you dare question
Go on and bury that doubt
But
Did she count on my defiance
I was labeled a vessel--
But never the storm
Her god demanded sacrifice
So she chiseled away my essence
To fit her fragile frame
My hips; forbidden gateways,
My tongue: an unholy scroll of secrets
If this is a temple
Then set it on fire
Let the flames scream louder than my demons
My body is a temple —
But it belongs to me
And I refuse to apologize again
Go gayly to the school, Obedient to its rule, Behave cordially and cool, Don't be a confused pool, Learn the learning tool, And avoid to be a fool.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
is an extraordinary word
Good thing that Google was invented
Great way to find the meaning of difficult words
Today a fantastic source of learning
In fact, it is truly impressive
I must admit I frowned for a while
... thirty-five letters in one word
It’s so easily to do it complicated for ourselves,
before everything falls into place
a bad workman always blames his tools
so that bad cut was my fault!!!
With President Trump, no country should mess
unless her leaders and citizenry crave hyper-stress
Two weeks in office, he’s reined in three socialist wannabees
Columbia, Mexico, Canada ~ already pleading, down on their knees
starmer/farage.) now two tools are at large.!
Use exercise tool
To lose belly using
A roller shoe glide.
Confused on world affairs
Hate flares
The thin line tears
Everyone is so tense
Makes no sense
I hate
Bad fate
But see it more of late
Because of race
Such a disgrace
People fighting on the street
With a gun you greet
Have a seat
Must believe as you
Everyone thinks only their words are true
Why do we fight
If everyone is right
We all should bow in grace
As the human race
Hate fighting hate
Much too late
Such is fate
Fire feeding fire
Grows forever higher
A cancer that is steadily growing
Already it is showing
Hate you brother
Love you start to smother
Believe in no other
What is going on today
With lives you play
Man kind starts to fall
Tear down this wall
Life starts to stall
Hate feeds hate
Much to late
Must stop this fight
It is not right
Humanity must see
The folly this be
No one is free
Everyone will loose
This is what you choose
War
Then some more
Close and lock that door
My heartbreaks
Humanities greatest mistakes
Darkest day
Coming our way
Nowhere to hide
Shifting of the tide
Hate starts to rule
It is a tool
Followed by the fool
Seems the norm on the news
Gives me the blues
.
A love story in iambic tetrameter.
Don't be afraid, please have some guts,
write a poem 'bout coconuts.
Though they are big, round, and hairy
they're not so bad, not so scary.
The water's healthy, keeps you well,
just gotta suck it out the shell.
Go have a party, celebrate,
then use one to set up a date.
Send a long drink to a fella,
with a sparkler and umbrella.
Watch him sip nectar through that straw,
lovers, not friends, strangers no more.
Use the meat to make a curry
a tasty dish made in a hurry;
shrimp, or mutton, or fish or goat
so, so, good, it'll float his boat.
In fact, prepare it for your date
the perfect dish, he'll think you're great.
He knows for him you'll go through hell
to get the flesh out of the shell.
Your food's not dull, no spaghetti,
open nuts with your machete.
Don't even have to make a move
your intense love for him to prove.
Pretty quickly, no ifs, no buts,
he'll propose. He loves coconuts!
In 2016 when I bought my town house,
one of my first visitor's was my ex-spouse.
He wanted me prepared for life's breaks and knocks,
so he gifted me my very first tool box..
I never acquired these skills in our long marriage he was the fixer,
and I never felt disparaged.
A hammer comes in handy and pliers too, but
what is a lever supposed to do?
I own an "adjust and flow aerator", which I'm not using now
and never will later.
There's a pair of clippers way too sharp for my hair.
If I need some snippers there are beauty shops here..
If I'm suddenly threatened and fearful of my life,
I'll pull out my non-functioning exacta knife.
He also included a package of white grease, which
came with cautions, does he want me deceased?
Some tools now sit idle in there neat canvas case as
I'll always hire a handyman when needed at my place.
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