Oh wifey, dear and darling.
Whom, I thought I linked my life.
Ran off, with our scheming mailman.
In the middle of last night.
Same one who brought the letter.
Showed, I'm fired from my job.
The boss, who docked my pay, and left me saddened, riddled, robbed.
She did use up that money, to buy an escalade.
Then ran my dog quite over, near the ending of last may.
After this, I tried the beach, bury my troubles in the sand.
Only issue was, I have an allergy to crab.
Now I'm sitting here at home, on my couch, I owe two payments.
Things are looking sorta bleak, and everything's so tight.
Perhaps I'll make my fortune, going on the Price Is Right.
oh me oh my oh man oh me
shrieking in pain was the dog Wolfie
he was not used to feeling bad you see
I think I need a band-aide on my knee!
In twenty minutes we saw him, and he looked like mummy
How many bandages did you use up, dummy?
Wolfie bit me in my side when I questioned him.
If we were not out of bandages, I would use one I told Jim.
What happens when we use up all the words
Tie up phrases to often spun
Sit in chairs while wondering
Why these spindly legs no longer run
Have we lost sight of visions dawn
Lost our souls amid a darkening day
Cursed the butterfly to fly alone
Believe the moment froze and so must stay
As far away a crayoned hand awakes
And on a crumpled page sees more than we
For everything is new and bright and fresh
For joy has found an open heart as nest
Are words but inert beings in life’s race
And we but weary poets giving chase
Thoughts behave like patterned clouds
gently waft across a clear blue sky
Poetic verse must forthwith be recorded,
or exit brain and quickly pass you by
The predicament arises
when involved with other tings
Must address the urge to run upstairs,
write down the latest verse, immediately it rings
It's almost like a a burst of diarrhoea
not endured for many years, a hasty urgent caper
Apply the term poetic diarrhoea
the outcome of each is they use up reams of paper
Before I crumble to ashes
Before I rot in the ground
Before I use up all my chances
Before I buy my last round,
Before I leave all my loved ones
Before my heart stills in my chest
Before I escape all my problems
Before I lay down to rest,
As I sit soft in my deathbed
As I watch one last sun set
As one last word sits on my tongue
I hope that one word isn’t yet:
I haven’t yet watched that one movie
I haven’t yet been to that place
I haven’t yet found life’s true meaning
I haven’t yet learned my own face.
I want to watch every movie
I want to visit every place
I want to discover life’s meaning
I want to discover my face,
I want to exhaust all my options
I want to give it all a try,
I want to live life to the fullest
Until then I don’t want to die.
Greed does not care if you refuse to listen,
and give it a feed.
Greed does not care if you go without a feed,
to fill more and yet more pockets, so others cannot feed.
Greed does not care about the reason you give it a cheep feed,
Greed does not care if the hungry go without a feed,
Greed does not care which resource,
you use up in order to give it a feed,
Greed does not care if creeks can no longer give a river a feed.
Greed for resource management,
does not see the need,
Greed for keeping some trees for life,
does not see the need,
Greed for long term management,
does not see the need,
Greed for national parks,
does note see the need,
Greed for green spaces ,
does not see the need.
Greed for sharing,
does not see the need
Greed for your future,
does not see the need.
Greed for you to make a profit.
does not see the need,
Greed for another tomorrow,
does not see the need.
It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open
Don't try it, you might blow a gasket
There's a bunch of other stuff you should know
Before they put you in a casket
Greece's anthem has over a hundred verses
The seventh inning must take forever
The eye of an ostrich is bigger than its brain
They've got nice personalities however
A goldfish memory is only three seconds
Damn it, can't remember the next line
There are over 300 dimples on a golf ball
I'm going to start counting mine
If they didn't add colouring to Coca-Cola
It'd be a ghastly shade of green
Cockroaches live nine days without their head
So they don't have a mouth to scream
A starfish apparently doesn't have a brain
Called one of my buddies a “Starfish”
He really thinks I'm paying him a compliment
Some days he can be quite thickish
If you bang your head against a brick wall
You use up 150 calories an hour
Milk that's been sitting in the sun for days
Is most likely the ultimate in sour
Today I’m thankful for Indigenous wisdom
wisdom that needs to be respected…
The earth is not a resource to use up…they believed
It is an heirloom to be treasured and protected
Journey Journal Page
INTEGRITY
Apt art arms
Brisk blooms bask
Craft clear charm
Dance dream draft
Etch each ease
Frame fond feast
Glimpse gross glint
Here hope hues
In ire ink
Just joy juice
Knave knows kind
Love lifts lot
Meet meek mind
Nice nude not
Opt odd oat
Prize pure pace
Quit quiz quote
Rouse ripe race
Set sound surge
Taste taut terse
Use up urge
Void voice verse
Weave words wet
X eXits
Yield yore yet
Zest zooms zip
Leon Enriquez
03 September 2023
Singapore
You can pick and choose your friends,
who is true who is pretend
Who needs you then they leave you
If it suits them
then refuse them
Are they there
do they care
do they have nerve
do they dare
is it all one way and nothing back
Are they owed a favour broken track
Looping around and using you
never occurring they should too
It’s not time that makes them close
It’s what they do when you lose hope
Do they celebrate your victories
And sit with you through your miseries
When you use up your energy
If they don’t they’re an enemy
Are they quick to point out what they’re owed
they want it paid back what they’ve showed
Think they’re smarter than you are
Push their luck and go too far
Friends aren’t always what they seem
they’re not always what you need
Sometimes you should up and leave
Even if they feel aggrieved
Their probably a victim
If so they are restricting
Time on them but if removed
Time on you sees you improved
this is my world
random as a baked bean
***** as an egg
sad as a rabbit
confused as a traffic light
this is my world
hop on...
this is my world
films and charity shops
reduced to clear, beer
no chips for eternity
but plenty to eat, use up
this is my world
hop on...
this is my world
the one you wanted to peruse
the one you may like to use
the one I was born to live
the one you’d like to give?
this is my world
hop on...
this is my world
things and obsessions
poems and fish tanks
cooking and smouldering
hard, spent, satisfied
this is my world
hop on...
25.2.2020 03:40
My grandson is jumping up and down excited telling me about the new game he got, word of worship, and his mother lets him play it one hour a week and he hates to use up all his time in one day because then he has to wait six days to play again and so he’s thinking of playing 30 minutes on Wednesdays and 30 minutes on Saturdays so he won’t to wait so long, and I’m thinking, kudos to my daughter for getting him so excited about praise music or whatever this new game is, and he’s talking about earning experience points, and bells are going off in my head because worship is about knowing who your heavenly father really is and not some contrived emotional low-to-high, and I ask him about the name of the game again, and again he tells me about word of worship, and finally I ask, so how to do play this game and he starts talking about canons, or is that cannons?
not word of worship
addanel, ohtoay, es
but world of warships
We planted some fruit trees
some five years ago;
The peaches produced more
than you'd guess would grow.
The apricot sits there,
does nothing each year.
Brings up a reminder
a parable made clear:
A man had a fig tree
right there in his garden.
He came seeking fruit, but
instead, he found none.
He said to the keeper,
"These years I've come seeking;
Three seasons I've waited,
and now expect some.
I think that it's time that
we stopped, brought this tree down.
Why let it continue
to use up the ground?”
The gardener said, "Sir
Let’s leave it another;
I'll add some manure,
turned into the roots.
If still nothing happens
then we'll cut it down,
but I am quite hopeful
that it will bear fruit.”
My fruit tree, a lesson,
but I'm not the keeper;
No, I’m just a fruit tree
my maker has wrought.
He's Lord of the harvest
and we are His garden.
Some children are peaches,
and some, apricots.
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After 5 full years, it looks like we have blooms this year. Very excited!
SpellCeckers, Down!
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I’m Spellcheckers. I’ll read your mind,
Starting always from two lines behind.
So, you’ll use up all your time
Going back to proofread every line,
Not for your errors, but for mine.
I’m a pure-bred SpellCheckers. Even
Presidents, those haughty men,
Don’t like me, like when
I turn “fiend” from “friend,” or, then
When writing the nation’s budgets,
I’ll change their “land”
to “lend.” Hear Ye! I’m more than
A pouf-wearing proofer, I’m Mother!
“I know you better than you do.”
Gimme a second, I’ll proof it to youse
Look, in the necks Poem, I’ll let loose!
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(c) sally young Eslinger 12/31/21
( A parody to be sang to the tune of " Say I Do "
from the musical Mamma Mia )
You've got a cold
And your nose
You should blow it!
Oh A-choo!
A-choo. A-choo. A-choo. A-choo. A-choo.
Your throat's rough
And dry and you have
Puffy eyes!
Oh A-choo!
You don't have to use up all the tissues!
Your joints are aching.
You've got flu
And you know it!
Oh A-choo!
A-choo. A-choo. A-choo. A-choo. A-choo.
Two weeks have passed
And you feel
Great at last!
No " A-choo's! "
No " A-choo's! "
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