A priest, as he walked down the aisle,
Tripped up and fell flat on his dial.
Then, like someone before,
He rose up once more
And sang the first hymn with a smile.
Mindlessly walking with shoes untied,
but gravity could not be defied -
he tried to grab hold,
to person or pole –
crashing down hard onto his backside!
I tripped and stumbled over my big feet
While walking down a very crowded street.
With laughter I arose
Assumed a dancing pose
Then tripped the light fandango really neat.
Is it possible that man has evolved too soon?
Men who never intend to go, send other men to the moon.
Latter life is special. Blessings come when visiting a parent. They are not a burden - those who raised you up, if indeed you had a good one.
My Dad is almost 88 and I am thankful he is still here. He loves his kids to visit, a good meal and is always thankful. I am thankful for him and also my husband who is generous to help me load and unload the car and join in with conversation. It has been 4 ½ years of almost weekly visits.
— by Poet
chatting:::cooking:::cleaning
praying:::eating:::clearing
washing:::gathering:::hugging
three
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different
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highways
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home:::sweet:::home
together:::alone:::separate
time:::goes so:::fast
TRIP
upstate
years ago
boating memory
balancing on a wave
crossing Lake Superior
“nearly capsized that frightful day”
You’ll Pick out everybody’s problems but you wont help your self
You’d rather sit alone in pity then take care of your health
You act like it’s everybody’s fault you’ve got nothing to gain
using Magic capsules to escape your own brain
Can’t give yourself a break so you wanna do it over again
Someone help this monkey in a cage from going insane
Tie me like Ulysses,
I don’t want
run to death
hearing those songs!
Bind me Lord!
But you keep on singing!
The sins are not yours
for the shores I crave
or the eyes I seek
or the thrills of my restless soul!
I beg you to keep on singing.
Why do we do the things we do
of all the everything under the sun
why do all those crazy things can’t ever be undone
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing it's another
between you and me don't know why I bother
sometimes we slip stumble and fall
trip tumble and fumble the ball
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we say the things we say
when there's everything else instead
why use such stupid words can’t ever be unsaid
until you go out on a limb you’ll never know the view
it's nice from far but far from nice
true from far yet oh so far from true
when thunder rumbles here comes the rain
no umbrella soaking wet again
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we choose the things we do
with all the everything else to choose
why decide on pointless wrongs can't ever hope to use
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing then it's another
and sometimes it's both why do I even bother
be it ever-so humble as if that's not all
give it the gas and the car will stall
hey that's the way the cookie crumbles
It must’ve been a season,
not your full story.
But every season builds our endurance,
another step towards the glory.
It has helped you realise,
you need time to heal.
Sometimes we do really need to sit,
just sit and feel.
Pick up the pain, don’t focus on the lost time.
Its all a part of the plan,
you’re going to be just fine.
You did put out your whole heart,
its what we do,
we open the book,
full, honest words,
and truth.
But now,
don’t trip over something thats behind you
Trust and believe you a still taking steps up
Remind yourself you are a half full cup
Full of faith, ideas, hopes and dreams
Without realising,
one day the season will have passed
and you’ll see that sun beam
Unfortunately sometimes,
someone is not who they seem
Don’t trip. don’t let it slip, or grip.
It’s behind you.
You grow through what you go through.
Embrace the sea,
Far out, a salty binge of air.
Embrace the sea -
Take a trip from reality.
I’ll find a beach, beyond compare,
Where natives play with much fanfare.
Embrace the sea.
Coconut palms,
Port and Starboard sway, in warm air.
Coconut palms,
With their tropical-scented balms.
Cut fruit open, sip island air.
Underneath tree, hold rounded fare -
Coconut palms
Ship ahoy sad!
Steering in the wrong direction.
Ship ahoy sad -
I care not to head home. I’m mad.
Warm tan - I’ll miss this complexion.
For the sea, I’ve such affection -
Ship ahoy sad.
1969 MY FIRST GRADE FIELD TRIP TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME SPRINGFIELD ILLINOIS TOMB MY FIRST GRADE CLASS CHIOR WAS INVITED TO SING CIVIL RIGHTS HYMNS MARIAN ANDERSEN HYMNS SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS CHILD THIS WAS AFTER MARTIN LUTHER KING ASSASSINATION SADLY MY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MY STALKER MY IDENTITY ATTEMPTED TO IMPERSONATE ME AFTER BREAKING IN MY HOME FOR GARGANO EXPOSED TO PARTS OF MY MENTAL HEALTH JOURNAL GROWING IN CHICAGO DURING CIVIL RIGHTS RIOTS FIRST GRADE MY IMPOSTER WAS ACTUALLY BORN IN 1969 I WAS IN FIRST GRADE SINGING MY HEART OUT FOR FREEDOM IN AMERICA NO WAY A JAMAICAN STALKER COULD POSSIBLY BE ME I WAS SHOCKED AT HER GAUL HER OBSESSIONAL HATRED RAGE FOR ME AS A WRITER THIS BEGAN HER IMPERSONATING ME
Roaming the city or country roads
Only the wind in our hair
And grass between our toes
Daring to walk feet bare
The country side is beautiful
Red roses and trees so tall
In a minute we cross city road
People everywhere having a ball
Leaving home to take a trip
Invites a lot of stress,
For whether things go just as planned
Is anybody’s guess.
Within your comfort zone you know
The rules and the routines,
The details all at your command
With few surprising scenes.
Yet out of bounds all bets are off
And so much can go wrong,
As unfamiliar routes demand
The proof that you belong.
It’s easier, of course, to stay
At home, without a doubt,
But there are times a different land
Is worth the getting out.
Grannies On A Road Trip
5/17/2025
They jumped into the her car..that Spring night.
Pangie and her friends, fully eager for a night
of pure delight!
They were out on a hunt for some hot men?
Pangie, that eighty-seven- old flirt led the way,
Giggling grandmas, had fun all night and day!
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