I before e, except after c
As in “piece” or “niece”, “belief” or “Brie”,
The rule that school drummed into me
But there’s no such thing as conformity
Albeit that most words comply
Some do not and that is why
You cannot deal in absolutes
Some words have different attributes
Do not perceive this general rule,
(Should you not wish to prove the fool)
Applies in every sentence formed
That’s not the case - be well informed
For words in their complexity.
Enhance our rich vocabulary
Just because there’s an exception
Is not grammatical deception
Difference is not abnormality
But a part of life’s rich tapestry
When we solder our soul to the page
It’s what brings colour to the beige
Embrace our differences and see
This world’s a better place to be.
Wall posters
There is in a town, not far from here, a house with a tall wall a solid protector from prying eyes, the house has shuttered windows, which makes it a Mediterranean dwelling
The wall is a perfect place to put up posters of coming
attraction, when the stout opera lady is singing at the people's hall or when the circus is coming to town
Posters of different colors tell of a future promise that has come and gone.
There is a square with a cafe with tables and chairs that serves home-cooked meals at lunch, simple food with
tomato salad and wine served from big bottles with no labels, and when empty, can be filled again.
As for the posters on the wall, there have not been any new ones, lately people have computers and read the papers, well informed, what's left is an ignored piece of art.
At last, someone we can believe in
no airs, no baggage, a sense of humor
Pokes fun at himself, but not the next guy
audiences ring with laughter, no one cries
On the issues he's very well-informed
tends to conserve, but unafraid to reform
He even says, "I don't have all the answers now"
... probably won't tomorrow either, anyhow
Only one slight problem with this ideal candidate
Seems he died in eighteen-hundred seventy-eight
HUMAN NATURE
Who do you trust without reserve.
Your spouse, your teacher or your Lord?
Why do we trust in the likes of men,
Who like ourselves, are not pure within?
Human nature may fail us again,
Even on self we can't depend.
'Tis tragic to know that this is true,
For you can't even depend on you.
At the very beginning of mankind,
Humans were tested, and what did God find?
We let Him down, though His love gave us all
To find joy and peace, and yet we did fall.
But our Lord understood we weren't well informed,
So the lost angel, Satan, did easily harm.
The Father and Son in years long before
Formed a plan to save men that was loving and sure.
So if we learn to trust them with all of our life,
They will soon end this evil and strife.
As they abide in our hearts and we in them,
We'll gain the love lost by the entrance of sin.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
They fired all the docents
In Chicago. This is why:
They’re mostly old white women,
Though they’re well-informed and spry.
They train for months and volunteer;
That’s right - they earn no pay,
But since they’re old white women,
They won’t be allowed to stay.
They mainly are retired
And, of course, a few are men,
But questions of diversity
Have cropped up once again.
So someone thought it would be wise,
Despite the years they’ve spent,
To replace the demographic
That they seem to represent.
In New York, I’m a docent
And an old white woman, too.
If my museum follows suit,
There’s not much I can do.
It is raining on the Expressway to debt
A temporary snag; we will still pay
The Chinese supervisor steps off set
His local crew have little say
A temporary snag; we will still pay
Three, nay, four generations watch
Our great grandchildren pay, they may
Loans taken with interest at a higher notch
Our great-grandchildren pay, they may
A kick back there, a deal sweetener here
Not consulted? An argument which holds no sway
The Chinese have you in their grip, severe
We have our own cost consultants here
The Chinese have you in their grip, severe
Our representatives were well informed
The verdict : the loan signatories over performed
Got some rose-colored glasses
And they’re messing with my brain.
I’m not sure things are clearer
Or if I have gone insane.
I had thought I understood the world
And that I could trust my eyes
But I’m looking through these lenses
And I fear I’m seeing lies.
Got some rose-colored glasses
To correct what I perceive.
‘Cause for my entire life
I’m told I have been deceived.
I believed that I was well informed
And could not be surprised,
But I’m looking through these lenses
And I now don’t trust my eyes.
Got some rose-colored glasses
Now I cannot understand
How I made it all these years
With an outlook that’s so bland.
I’m uncertain, now, what to believe
All the what’s, the when’s, the why’s
‘Cause I’m looking through these lenses
And it’s like I’ve got new eyes.
I couldn't pinpoint the moment
When my movement changed
The current continued onward
So how could I know, underneath,
......my waters rearranged
As time carried on, and I along
Bubbles rose to the top, bursting
The still, calm, peace, gone
How could the River of Life
.....become so thirsty
I wanted to go South, but no
You drew me straight into your North
West and East not even considered
Where the rushing of tides
....working to bring LOVE forth
............into the glorious light of never ending day
I have desires, I want...something
I play it out like a genius playing chess
The movements and choices made by eternity
Who am I to make a willful play
....a fool bouncing out a well informed...guess
I once did all I wanted, secretly
Knowing that none wanted me to prosper
I found safety in you, releasing my flow
And at the exact moment I saw a form
......I lost HER
The woman you made me to be
Is flowing in you, finally free
Yet unison seems far from shores
When I pull back, again, to hold my moors
......securely in time, rushing toward eternity
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03/10/2020
When we’re born, it’s then we see the Light
After travelling squashed and so malformed
Through a tunnel like those fairground frights
With no-one else to keep us well informed
No bus stop,no rail station,no train track
There’s only one direction, which is out
The walls themselves gyrate behind our back
Some are struck and stuck by fearsome doubt
The head is squeezed, the brain protests with fear
The body’s like a fish stuck in a spout
Here there are no fall back engineers
No drain inspector, plumber to call out.
Yet by luck or fortune most emerge
To light a-dazzle and to love amazed
The fourth one looks and laughs like me.
She’s well-informed and takes delight
in trying hard to do what’s right.
The third can offer sympathy.
Despite her woes, she’s so much fun -
so sweet she dazzles everyone.
The second shows forth charity.
A little shy, she’s fond of songs.
Near warmth of hearth this one belongs.
The first born, I like spreading glee.
For peace and happiness I strive,
while writing keeps me most alive!
Jewels in Mother’s crown are we,
and traits we share, reflections of
the gem most brilliant – Mother’s love.
The fourth one looks and laughs like me.
The third can offer sympathy.
The second shows forth charity.
The first born, I like spreading glee.
*Jewels in Mother’s crown are we.
Nov. 25, 2017 for the Constanza contest of Craig Cornish
*This line I prefer that it would read: All Jewels in Mother's crown are we
because I pronounce Jewels as one syllable "jools" but howmanysyllables.com
puts that line at 9 syllables unless I drop the word "all" (sigh)
lets give them sight
sans light, we know their plight
for them every moment is a challenge ,they fight
lets bless them with the missing light
they maybe well informed with braille
but of things they can't enjoy there's a long trail
through life let's give them a smooth sail
let's boost their being and save them from a blind jail
let's make them see
from their shortcoming set them free
let's not let them just be
let's pledge our eyes for them their sights the key
they cant fully emote
they can no doubt read and quote
if you donate sight on you they will dote
of your sacrifice they will make a note
let's make them assess the world
even if the donated eyes are blurred
let's realize enough they have endured
they will bless us when their sight is restored.
Had I more quickly realized just who they were,
I would have shown them more respect.
Had I tried harder to fathom their brilliant minds,
I would have taken more of their teachings to heart.
Had I more clearly understood the purpose of their being,
I would have more vigorously tried to assist them.
They were truly honorable; I was sadly prejudiced.
They were well informed; I was grossly ignorant.
They were totally unwearying; I quickly, gave up.
Have an Heavenly Anniversary
And know that I am finally getting it.
Love & Respect
your daughter
Matters not they
Be taught
To be strong
To be self-sufficient
They are educated
Well informed
Utterly smart & upbeat
Their presence is felt
But alas there are hounds
Everywhere
Wanting to give in
To their demands
They entice& engulf them
With their charms
No scope for reluctance is left
No way out but to give in
Lest bullying and killing
Its a turbulent time for a girl
What to do how to shelter?
They are victims of amorous desires
Being a girl is not easy
In times so unfavourable
When will people change
When will a girls desire be honoured!.
I love you, my dear, I dont want miss you
becouse devoted to Europe and Freedom
Its so simple to get it -
even beauty and good soul and kind temper originated from free society and state. About this great truth
very well informed
every Latvian citizen and free nations
from Estony to Singapore and Uganda
and could not to get it at all
so many people in Central Asia
poisoned by propaganda.?
I knew Uganda through Aids,
I knew India through a flood,
I knew Cambodia through raids,
I knew Bangladesh through mud,
I knew Ethiopia through starvation,
And the Sudan fundamental horror,
South Africa...not to mention,
And the Arab only through terror,
Now I'm a real well informed,
A real cultured gentleman,
I can stand for a mastermind contest,
And I will definitely win it
Glory to the mighty Baby TV,
Peace be upon the Baby,
The one who can neither hear,
Nor see,
But knows more than Madame Soleil,
Who pretends to predict the future..And foresee
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