Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
How may I utilise ? How to manage ?
'Some' fixed deposit : but amount not shown.
Quality 'Time' how may I arrange ?
Only possible approach not to waste.
Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
Spending every moment on work at best.
Time is passing continuous and flown.
'Money' can be earned, but 'Time' can't be grown.
Time flying forever, won't come again.
Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
'Money' I can lose, also to regain.
Most valueable currency is 'Time'.
Honouring each second , not be blown.
Precious gift of Nature : Need is prime.
Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
Sixty years since I was introduced to the concept of AI
but for many it seems more recent times since AI has emerged
All the so called boffins implement AI in daily use
today it's what is fashionably being urged
In my opinion it is all a load of BULL....but that's where this AI does arise,
AI, artificial insemination of farm animals. AI of today should be AU, artificial unintelligence,
that's how those who use it will end up if it enters, daily into their lives
Artificial intelligence , just another name for artificial insemination
impregnates the human brain as opposed to impregnation of a cow
I have no desire to utilise this unnecessary crap
become brain dead is what eventually will show
Carpe diem ! Enjoy your present moment.
Stay dynamic to feel life in every limb
Listen to the sweet tweets of birds at dawn.
Sense the beauty and fragrance of blossoms.
Soothing breeze is blowing ! Seize the day.
Look at shivering of shy leaves on touch of wind.
Reminiscing thrill of your first soft kiss.
Romance in love to ripple in your heart.
Honour your today, as gift of your life
Tomorrow you may think on tomorrow.
What will , will be : Future not to see.
Life is short ! Every moment to utilise.
Not to lose a day, time is precious,
flowing for ever , not to rewind.
Life does not run as continuous function
but a collection of discrete chapters.
At the age of sixty five he was accepted for employment
at a business dispatching organic, non hybrid, heirloom seeds
His specific duties found him in the garden
preparing soil, planting out pulling weeds
The tools that were used would sometimes seem to vanish
No matter where he searched unable to locate them, so outlandish !!
When the owner of the business found the tools that were required
" you've only had a boys look " a frustrated comment she uttered in despair
He could have replied , it's the only way I know, 'cause I'm not a girl
your remarks are discrimination and totally unfair
Instead he accepted her response as an accolade
I only had a boys look 'cause I wish to remain forever young
There are many situations where words have intensive connotations
Just be careful how you utilise your tongue
Bought four A4 ,two forty page ruled books
a dozen lead pencils, sharpener, whitener and a rubber
Get some words upon a page
hope any sad poems, they won't may make me blubber
Number one book is done, but not all is okay
Here comes second book, editing underway
Third book swap some words around
fix spelling, punctuation, all other errors found
Into fourth book still some whitener left shouldn't now be needed
I reckon all now looks good, I think I have succeeded
And now the time has come to upload poems onto soup
thank heavens, as there's still some minor errors, and I can utilise the edit poem link
I assume that I'm not too far removed from methods used by other poets
if you have some time i'd love some feedback, tell me what you think
Footnote: Andddd after all of that still some ddays later there are still some minor aaaaadjustments
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HUMANITY
Action and reaction, equal and opposite
We hear, but just what do we make of it
Do we let loose and curse or merely spit
When arrows rain, how shall we respond
It does take pressure to make a diamond
And unavoidably, we will all get physical
One can argue that it’s all about balance
With nods and smiles as merely a valance
As even we might then utilise our talents
To react with equal force, maybe in kind
With daggers of steel, or just of the mind
When angry, it’s no time to be whimsical
Humanity and animal instincts kept apart
And was meant to be from the very start
Yet both have physics at their very heart
The very first instinct is always to survive
And perhaps with luck and skill, to thrive
Yet the desire for good over evil is critical
Seize the day - for it is yours
To make the most and live.
Open your mind and its doors...
You get what you give.
Regardless of your situation
And its circumstances...
Unemployed or occupation?
Both possess their chances.
From the moment you awaken
And arise from sleep,
The day is there to be taken...
For you to sow and reap.
As if a garden bed - each seed
A choice or a decision...
Planted with their need to feed
Under your supervision.
Whether bright and full of sunshine
Or weather wet with rain...
Hot or cold? Either is fine
To keep free from refrain.
Seconds, minutes, every hour...
Time for you to use
And utilise in your devour
However you choose.
If you feel you cannot seize
The day, then take this hint...
Your next is sure to come of ease
Pre-planned in blueprint.
Map your times of day in sections...
Allocate each one
With its own set of directions...
Checking off when done.
From its sunrise to sunset,
Seize the day with capture...
Even if it is to yet
Imply a sense of rapture.
Time of which you cannot borrow...
Life is short and we
Are all not promised tomorrow...
There is no guarantee.
‘ Seize the day ‘ ! It’s carpe diem
Every day in life is a game.
Life to enjoy and to explore :
Any moment not to ignore.
Each day appears as a gift.
Utilise, being perfect fit.
Be dynamic, no stagnancy.
Be joyful, no despondency.
Proceed always to progress.
At any cost, not to regress.
Ups and downs in life : more or less,
yet consider each day to bless.
Accept each day as a challenge.
It’s up to you, how to arrange !
Never sit indolent, at all.
Respond to every moment’s call.
to sip
to savour
and utilise:
...yet never
ever
dwell
too
long...
tomorrow
lies etheral..
...expectant...
..again
When I was born, they gave me life
When I was lost, they inspired me to thrive
The shades of green that were around me alike
Interacted with me more than anyone could even try
The greenery that surrounds us symbolic of tranquility,
Calms your mind and gives you the pleasure of great quality
Greater than what we encounter in our grey shaded lives,
full of creatures hostile and unpredictable at times.
In a cruel world where we live,
let's cherish what we have around
Because no matter WE are good friends or not
They unhesitantly serve for us a lot...
So Utilise your backyard by growing lovely plants,
Watch them often and create a soft corner in your heart,
An air of pleasure will surely surround you in a while
And then they'll never let you go without a pretty smile...
School doesn't teach you
How to sell a product or service
School doesn't teach you
How to think creatively and productively
School doesn't teach you
How to negotiate in business deals
School doesn't teach you
How to face failure and overcome it
School doesn't teach you
How to manage time and utilise it
School doesn't teach you
How to invest money in trade and projects
School doesn't teach you
How to find passion in your endeavors
School doesn't teach you
How to make an impact in life
School doesn't teach you
How to start a business and grow it
School doesn't teach you
How to communicate effectively in public
School doesn't teach you
How to read a financial statement
Concept by Opportunities Hub
Poetry Chipepo Lwele
31/01/2023
Apologising all the time is often an after-effect of trauma; a self-preservation technique survivors may think they still need to utilise in order to protect themselves.
Everyone is healing from something. Let's try to be kind to one another.
Blessings.
I'm sorry
By Michelle Morris
11/12/2022
"I'm sorry" is something people often say
Whether they are really sorry or not
But once in a while you'll meet someone
Who says "I'm sorry" an awful lot
You might think them stupid
You might think them lame
You might think they're silly
Or that they're playing some game
But, if you do some research
Or if you choose to care
You might realise they've been abused
Deeply and irrevocably for years
Their childhood trauma lingers
Their abuse from too many years
Their spouse played on their feelings
And gaslit them with emotional fears
They are genuinely sorry
They really don't mean to keep saying it
They're so used to placating abusers
That it becomes second nature
So, if you meet a sweet person
Who says "I'm sorry" all the time
Please try to be patient and gentle
Consider compassion and being nice
© Michelle Morris, 2022
A house got windows for aeration
As well as for time travel
The front window a time tunnel for the future
The back window a time tunnel for the past
50 years ahead and 50 years back
The front window gives you a view of
Bright, clean and broad roads
A fragrant smell of flowers and a thick shade of trees
A beautify world of afforestation and greenery
A world full of expectations and dreams
Higher education
Law and order
Business transactions
Scientific inventions
Digital applications
The front window is always opened
Unless not at home
It's closer to the open sky
And warm sunlight from heaven
The back window gives you a view of the past
Dark, narrow and dirty lanes
A bad smell of rubbish
Attracting flies,ants,wild dogs,wild cats and rats
Prostitutes,thiefs, briberies and scandals
Conspiracy and backdoor government
The back window is always closed from
A deadly smell from hell
But don't forget
You also got two windows in your heart
One full of conscience
And the other full of evil
It's an assignment from God
Oh dear, do utilise the right one
Before it's too late
We live by the sea, just we two, you and me
It offers us all that we need
From our heads to our toes, you make all of our clothes
From sea grass and sometimes sea weed
If our ocean provides it, you will utilise it
I so like the way that you think
Our clothes made from stuff that you found on the beach
But your feet, well they surely do stink
Those earrings you made from a couple of cockles
That pendant you made from a shell
Your bikini top is a strap and two scallops
But your feet, they surely do smell
I keep us well fed from the sea and sea bed
While you keep us suited and booted
You’re my Wonder Woman it has to be said
But your feet, well they really are putrid
We sit on the shore and we like nothing more
Than watching the waders and dippers
But we can’t stay long, there’s a God-awful pong
For your slippers are made out of kippers
[For the uninitiated, kippers are butterflied, smoked herring.]
DO WELL
DO WELL, NEVER FAIL
DON’T HURT, ALWAYS ALERT
DON’T GO BACK, ALWAYS COME ON ATTACK
WELFARE EVERY BODY, DO WORK AFTER STUDY
MAKE POSSITIVE, NO NEGATIVE
DO WELL, NEVER FAIL
PREPARE TO HELP ALWAYS, NO MENTION ANY AGE
UP AND DOWN PART OF LIFE, DON’T WORRY ENJOY LIFE
DO GOOD, MAKE SMART
DON’T CHEAT TO ANY, LIFE IS NOT MORE AND MANY
DO WELL, NEVER FAIL
GIVE TIME TO YOUR FAMILY
UTILISE TIME WITH YOUR FAMILY
DON’T INSULT, RESPECT ALWAYS
DON’T IGNORE, INTENTION ALWAYS
GUIDE PROPER TO EVERY BODY
DON’T MISGUIDE TO ANY BODY
DO WELL, NEVER FAIL
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