Make the impossible into improbable
and give it a try
Who knows like the Wright brothers
you may even fly.
Take a no to maybe with a chance
for a yes
Turn won't to could and will will
come to pass.
Feed dreams with goals and watch
wishes come true
Test don't by oops already did
and see all that you can do.
Wear out never by shouldn't
than perhaps sneak it by
For nothing will begat nothing
if you never even try.
If you keep putting pressure on a tire without proper care, it will eventually wear out. Tires endure storms and rough roads, but if they're not maintained or replaced when needed, they'll wear down until the tread shows. At some point, they can no longer serve their purpose. Life is much the same. No matter what storms you face, don't give up on yourself. Stop allowing people to walk over you, and don't feel guilty for walking away from things that no longer serve your purpose. Like that worn-out tire, you have the power to stop the wear and tear. Take back your joy, peace, and happiness. Don't let people offering counterfeit love stop you from loving again. Take care of yourself, protect your heart, and move forward with purpose.
A contrast of then and now unfolds:
Garrulous Trump’s virtual flood of words,
One of most visible,
Or call it audible,
Wonder, if Trump’s in danger
Of raging in a manger,
Would he wear out his welcome, chirp some birds.
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Happenings |41.01.2025| humour, USA, political
Note: From laconic Biden to garrulous Trump, the latter is talking so much that the White House staff responsible for transcribing his wisdom is struggling to cope up. In first week, he talked for seven hours and forty-four minutes, 81,235 words, more than ‘Star Wars’ trilogy back-to-back.
visit your neighbors
often you’ll wear out welcome
telling lies unwise
~
metaphoric yet
as so harmful as hitting
them with an ax,---chop
~
chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
wounding them spoken mouth as
swords kills with arrow
12/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
And just like me
It’ll try its best
To keep you warm and comfortable
Through pressure and rest
It loves to be in a pair
But it can stand on its own
When one gets lost or goes missing
The other will likely be forever alone
If it gets used a lot
It will wear out
It’ll be tossed away
And soon forgotten about
But when things get tough
As me, holding on is what it will do
Holding on to that last thread
Until it becomes see-through
The tear is visible
And no one wants it anymore
Life has taken its toll
And it’s not whole, as it was before
It is an inevitable thing
Just a couple of rounds on the clock
For me to realize
I’m just the same as a sock
So we’ll go no more a bowling
So late into this night
Though our arms be still as willing
And the lanes be still as bright,
For balls wear out the fingers
And arthritis shows its might,
While the back pains all linger
And knees need rest’s respite.
Though the night is made for bowling
And the lanes close far too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a rolling,
Until the clock strikes noon.
I love my socks, all colours and design
The brighter the nicer, simply sublime
Socks warm feet, cosy and snug as a rug
Fabulous for dancing the jitterbug.
Many times I find there’s holes in one sock
I wonder should I keep the odd one in stock
Do I throw the odd sock away, oh no
I wear odd socks and merrily do so.
One may suggest wearing odd socks is strange
But look how one’s money would slip down drain
Getting extra wear out of an odd sock
In these days of inflation odd socks rock.
So guys and gals hold onto your odd socks
And match them up with your shirts or your frocks
Bestow quirky brightness to every day
Nevermore to throw an odd sock away.
Hope can be delusional,
and if my wait is eternal
mothing can stop it;
and as hard as it is,
my patience won't wear out...
assuming it's not worthless!
If I can't ever kiss
my sweetheart lips,
it'll be the worse than death;
don't lovers deserve to laugh,
to spend nights in a moon-lit room,
not where shadows usually loom?
I have decided to wait
and outweigh the odds,
whoever is hopeless and sobs
must learn how to be patient;
whoever rushes into things,
will find out how useless it is!
Let my wait not be boring and eternal,
let days be filled with something magical;
let her presence be real, not out of touch!
A painter creates faces with his brush,
his canvas hang on the walls of his room:
there he makes many springs bloom!
If I can't ever kiss
my sweetheart burning lips,
let my wait be eternal,
not bitter and regretful...
until the right one
feels the desire for deep love!
Quilt handmade
Quilt tattered
Tattered edges
Tattered cloth
Cloth that's leftover
Cloth a reminder
Reminder of dresses
Reminder of handmade
Handmade dresses
Handmade with love
Love filled endeavor
Love the covering
Covering well used
Covering to possess
Possess little
Possess much
Much love
Much less things
Things to use
Things to wear out
Out of the heart
Out of skilled hands
Hands that age
Hands that hurt
Hurt from arthritis
Hurt and unable to sew
Sew those dresses
Sew the stitch
Stitch those pieces
Stitch designs
Designs of colors
Designs for quilts
Quilts patches together
Quilts patched with leftovers
Leftover scraps
Leftover cloth
Cloth that made dresses
Cloth of many colors
Colors and patterns
Colors of the rainbow
Rainbow design
Rainbow stitches
Stitches held together
Stitches from hands warm
Warm handmade quilt
Warm quilt tattered
Tattered
Quilt
White butterflies flap
around the plump blooms
of a buddleia bush, heady
on nectar and a rush
of perfume from the thick
clusters of purple flowers.
They seem quite drunk,
roused in number to swarm
this beacon of pleasure.
Held within a cloud of ecstasy,
they are reluctant to leave,
wings hiccupping
in short flights never far
from the next feverish sip
of an ambrosial brew. Some
are carried off in their bliss,
wings waving goodbye
out of the grinning beak
of a bird. Others
just wear out, never troubled
by questions of why.
Too many lines, cut many times: horse backthoat gasps
Dramatic mimes..looking good yet, actioning bad' no more
Are you the golden lad ' its well past chance, in such like
Saloons.' A sage might well weep; before your stage' that
Had to come. How could it not? You massage reality
Really; a lot.' Look.! keep the suits you can't (wear out)
Don raybans and hugo boss, and just light out.' There's
Often chance in choices made; there will be risks yet folks
Ain't got it made.' They look around as they sleep in cars
I note here; builders, whos skills are cried; Out for!
Really needed
In Canada for many a year.' The whole plan is now, so full of
Flaws; its time to exit 'this stage' but on the ( left ) for sure.'
You are all vehement and gutsy
Putting across even the wrong forcefully
With vulgarity drawing a bow or curtsy
From a righteous man smeared shamefully
You care not for truth but to win
Teasing an argument to tear down whoever dares
With heads coining every justification for sin
To wear out the fervency of any man who cares
That’s how the world is under the evil one’s sway
A lordless codeless lot living for pleasure
Taking license of way and stray
And their wildest wishes are their treasure
They squander their prime
It is theirs to spend as they please
So long as the sin is not a crime
Their deadened conscience allows with ease
How many wishes have we heard from the frail
And how many regrets on the deathbeds
What does the realization of failure entail
That the end now unravels the soul’s dreads
Yet the cycle continues in the midst of counsel
Ye be wise that you descendants may live
Sit and reason only in a Godly council
And Godliness shall be all you take and give
K. Muitherero.
It’s not hard work that kills a man,
But overwork shortens lifespan.
Indolence also does the same,
No work sure makes a person lame.
Many, in order to gain clout,
Work so hard, they wear themselves out.
Taking regular time to rest,
helps us to perform at our best.
Better to wear out than rust out,
Is what the workaholics shout.
Rest is for the lazy they say,
Until their body makes them pay.
Slow down and you would farther go,
To the overwork urge, say no.
Make time for God, family, friends,
While there’s still time to make amends.
If you’re caught up in the rat race
It's time to slow down your pace.
Material wealth is not worth the chase,
Take time to enjoy God’s daily grace.
Eating too much food
is never any good
Puts one in a nasty mood
What to do? -- Eat some more food!
That'll solve everything, you'll feel so much better
tho to your refrigerator you'll feel like a debtor
Alternatively, you can take a vow of ascetism
tho it greatly restrict your athleticism
Of course, when all else fails, you can turn to Professor Google
whose algorithm recommends increasing Metamucil
As for me, I'm tearing my hair out
for it seems my appetite will never wear out
Physical is the coat I wear-out
in the elements – the ephemeral
shell of me, and not the yoke, man's
embryo of spiritual wealth...longevity of
experience and immortal growth –
True! -- of the Eternal Now in my
biological years not one has convincingly
surfaced, risen above the depths of doubt
to undeniably attest, my only proof
the intimate echo of a heart-heard
voice, reciting from the velum of a
supposed soul, surfacing despite the negative
chatter of fatalists: lordly provocateurs
of fiery electrons, rejecting sparks
of individual ethereal sense: despite no two of
us ever proven exactly alike, each of us
the unlikely oddity of billions....
a mathematical contradiction that
can only be attributed to the reality
of a God....
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