These bastards styling as men’s movers
From their short trips expect universe;
Traveler to pay for bag in booth
Or get ready to lose his front tooth…
I’m the sorely aggrieved passenger
Usefully turned God’s messenger.
You don’t passenger try to clean through;
Your cheap hapless lies make out as true,
Voices sounding like owners might die,
If they should be asked a probing “why?”
Now, I see a business of necks squeezed,
Until moisture drops, no pressure eased…
A once-good driver turns a dummy
From grabbed money bulging his tummy;
Sure-to-invite tears obesity
That shortens dear life without pity…
“Traveler not the same as his load,”
Say Nigerian drivers on the road…”
Never remain lazy and lose the chance
Be brisk and active to acquire success
When you just relax without any efforts
Your golden dream cannot be realized
If you remain passive with no dreams
You may come out as an also-ran man
Instead, if you move Heaven and Earth
Success will come to you by searching
Never limit your genius by surrendering
Think high and confidently enter the deal
Great rewards, you will reap definitely
Narrow not your mind by allowing fear
You win by taking steps with deep faith
Your success lies in your own hands
At times you may be standing on it
Due to its nearness, you may overlook
Giving up is an easy job that can be done
To you, now I ask, What is the use of that?
Just saying "no" and then staying damn idle
Will it bring any growth or mirth or glory?
My dear soul, take my word and think
Let us not rust by taking indefinite rest
Let us use all our faculties well to excel
Contributing usefully for World's welfare.
Once laziness occupies one's mind
Definitely, only defeats, one will find
Lethargic attitude causes failure only
That is the reason for losses mainly
Always be on the look out for achieving
A wise plan, let your mind be weaving
Then only life will have a deep thrill
As you must utilize your great skill
Due to constant usage of your talent
Something fine, you can usefully invent
This may give you name and fame
As you play skillfully this life-game
By not being brisk and actively agile
You travel on the wrong road and fail
Only an honest attempt brings glory
And as a result, you create a history
Practice polishes your ability greatly
And so you execute your act neatly
So better to employ your acumen
To become the best man or woman
In the presence of precious optimism
And due to deploying of fine dynamism
We benefit the World and come up
We make all others excellently develop.
If we forget noble friends
And stay with no regrets
One day we will lose them
Due to our careless mind
If we shrewdly use time
And distribute it equitably
Our success is assured
We get in life victory
If we know to postpone
When our mood is low
We end all heart-breaks
And pave a safe route
If we take extra steps
To stabilize our mind
We escape from gloom
Due to our wise action
If we utilize time carefully
By giving to all attention
We are in a safe position
As our joy is then intact
Let us ignore none at all
By taking honest efforts
If we keep ourselves busy
We surely achieve a lot
Perfect discipline helps
It rescues us from losses
We give the World the best
We usefully live on Earth
If laziness we drive away
If peace we evenly spread
If we make all get love
We form a paradise
If we tolerate kindly
If we offer assistance
If we chant a prayer
We purify this Earth
Our stay will one day end
Before that let us be noble
We must give all happiness
Before we quit this globe.
One poetess advised me to be brief
As my words can be easily recollected
She is no more, but her advice lingers
I nowadays think of her with gratitude
Only when we are brief and to the point
Our message will be read by everyone
As, all are worried over loss of time
And brevity makes them never worry
Even if my poetry tells golden words
And it is so long like river Nile
Many may skip it in a hurry with fear
As time can never be wasted by all
Thank you dear poetess, you are great
As once you were nominated for Nobel
You belonged to the land of Socrates
Your advice is ever worth remembering
May your soul rest in peace my dear
You have opened my eyes usefully
I long back understood not your idea
Now, I know, you have benefited me
We must muse over others' admonitions
Gold and diamond may be there hidden
If we have the guts to scan and find
We and the World are surely profited !
In bottles corked by a nursing mother
Against thirst that would her baby bother;
In large drums hoarded by ablution-enthused Muslim
Who stories of its scarcity take with eyes unusually dim.
A dry cleaner’s spiteful curse of a dry tap
That wouldn’t help his trade, a hurting slap!
The keyed-up state of a seeker of a mouthful of it,
An insight into the whiplashes of not conserving a bit,
As much so, the helplessness of a camel driver
Belatedly aware of no oasis ahead nor the look-alike of a river.
Water is the double assurance of life in a world unlived,
To this end, a phenomenon that should be believed
While it continues with a dignified silence
Against foes teaching Rubbishy Science.
Water is never by, parched throats disdained
Rather ‘Archbishop’ by Adam’s Apple ordained;
Always usefully engaged here
And productively canalized there...
But watch it, in a big one, you go down
And you are sure to drown!
He invented things
all sorts of things
Electronic things
that were usefully
and novel
More things than he
probably will be credited
for
He created or recreated
God's gift to man
the dog
He created a tree with a
tethered horse.
Perfect likeness to the
real thing.
His mindset was off the grid
Something that would
add to securing people
By giving them access to
by monitoring those unseen parts
of there property
He'd walk the horse and dog to
The tree and leave them there
Even the tree could walk
They were programed with
a honning device that
adhered gps monitoring
and cameras
Folk got wind of these devices
and people started looking
at his inventions differently
Someone found away to control
the horse, dog, and tree
through usage of remote control
He didn't install a overhaul switch
and by the time things happened
it was to late.
From the novel, "Fiance-man.....Fiancee-woman
Written by Joseph William Curtis IV and
Alexander Francis Muttlle - Brime
if I could take this time
stretch it a millennium
make each second mine
with each more evident
if I commit my mind
absorb and assemble
after falls climb
actions that resemble
with always one eye
reminding me my aim
while the other sights
smalls steps on the way
enthusiasm never dies
still I never stay
remember realise
attitudes alternate
risk and rest and rise
through testing times and trial
believe when all is doubt
soldier on through tear and smile
if this way out of reach
a path around or bridge to seek
if dark within a tunnel
the dot of light I see
if I believe in me
never cave to grief
carry on regardless
use ignorance usefully
if I never give up or give in
carry on through new begin
when I can see what others don't
then give up I wont
the power of mind to carry on
deliver me a champion
I AM
Why do I spend time
To rue past mistakes,
Or anyhow,
Spend worry time
About my future’s sake,
When I could
Just be now.
Yes, I’ve mistreated someone,
Which made me feel bad,
But that’s over and done.
Dwelling on that is futile,
Just beating myself
“With a wet noodle”.
Why can’t I
Just be now?
And why do I such worries cling
To what a fearsome future brings?
Loss of wealth I can easily see;
Dwindling health could fearfully be.
But why can’t I
Just be now?
Yes, hopefully I’ve learned
From past transgressions
And am preparing to
Handle future depressions,
With energy usefully used.
But worry of future and past,
Is energy abused,
So at last,
Why can’t I just be now?
I keep my remote distance:
controlling volume,
sweep of channels--
omnipotence in the palm of my hand.
Of course we know
in our hearts
this is foolish--
the entire exercise
or lack of;
the sediment life style
or lack of;
death in an easy chair--
too easy to die,
far too soft
and cushy
to take shape
and usefully live....
Alien implications of a turboprop turnip turning is usefully attuned to mystical presences. Mind stretching images of computerised garbage on an umbrella of slime. Outnumbered then are juices in helmets. Rotting putrid raw stench. Run forward and scream"the boots are green" to the tantalisingly tasty buttercup fountain.but an ooh ooh could never wear a tutu for it might catch on a tree or get stained in fig juice. Simultaneously placing a sunlight then. Wow. Would a swordsmanship display in a flower bed. Never predict the movements of a toasted mushroom sandwich in a bucket of limes.and Aldous Huxley is a tortoise who resides in a castle. How pleasant for him. But one mustn't be perturbed or perplexed by lifestyles of eckoos. Now haha ok. Xxxx juxtaposition jig. Xxxxx juxtaposition wig. Xxxx immortalisation.z
My two hands are my dear friends,
They are always by my side.
I never realised how great they are,
Until I lost their help after a stroke.
I learnt to walk with their assistance,
They held the walls and objects in my way,
To save me from falling and hurting.
They helped me from my childhood.
My school days passed, successfully,
Thank the hands which wrote the exams,
And made me someone in the society,
Thanks again for the life I led usefully.
When I look back, I was surprised to note,
They fed me , dressed me, made me a person.
They cared for my husband, my children,
My grand kids and made my life whole.
The lifeless hands, were once my saviours,
Helped me to pray to God for my needs.
Dear God, thank you for giving me perfect hands,
To serve you and the people around me.
One must enjoy the present moment
That alone is shrewd time-management
When the present is well-utilized
By the fine results all are surprised
When every second is usefully spent
No occasion will come to repent
When precious time is by us wasted
Surely success cannot be tasted
When we are punctual in our affairs
For us, success, time kindly spares
When we spend time without care
We cannot blame time as unfair
Laziness is time's first enemy
As former makes life gloomy
Time and tide wait for no man
So implement soon the plan
In case you wait for somebody
Remember that he must be ready
If time is not properly employed
Life cannot be definitely enjoyed.
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FACE IT ONCE AND YOU’RE FREE
Thirty years ago Air Canada
Flight 802 mid-Atlantic - March -
Stormy patch, high level thunderstorm
Wind, lightning, plane went dark,
Wings flapping alarmingly, seatbelt sign on.
You’d last two minutes in the water
If you survived the crash.
Ultimate stress moment:
Now no control over my life, got to face
Possibility of termination.
Had I lived a good life? Not entirely.
You can’t undo anything.
Figured I had at least spent my earth-time usefully.
Figured the main sin was wasting your life.
Had I tried to fill each unforgiving second with action?
If I could repeat, could I do more? No.
Figured I was ready. Wasn’t afraid to die.
Still not afraid of death today.
Face it once and you’re free.
It is fall clean up in my garden, Lord.
I'm feeling guilty, sad, lonesome and blue.
The grasses and the weeds have over run
The lovely flowers, planted there for you.
Is this a mirror to my life dear Lord?
Have all my kinder deeds been overcome
By ugly thoughts and hurting acts and words?
Wild dandelion crowds out chrysanthemum?
Forgive me, Lord, if I have failed to tend
My garden in the manner that I should.
I'd claim the days I spent so foolishly
And use them more gainfully if I could.
Now that I'm in the autumn of my days,
I hope to take each day I have in store
And spend each precious second of that time
More usefully than I have done before.
Now as I pull each baneful weed and grass,
Removing each intruder one by one,
I hope to stand before you judgment day
Well kept, weed free, with all my gardening done.
By Joyce Johnson
For Constance a Rambling Poet's "I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart" contest
Inspired by her "Working in The Garden" poem on page 7 of her file
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