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Time Flies

Time flies by at warp speed
and years go swiftly
Children grow into adults
and have children of their own
I feel like I should still be in my twenties,
not well over fifty.

hello I am Francis

the woman was in her sixties
she dressed out well over three hundred pounds
her walking is slow
her breathing is labored

I feel sorry for her
even though we have not met yet
she said “hello, I am Frances.”
I stared, wordless.

Her voice was a ...
tiny
itty
bitty
teensy
weensy
baby girl voice

How did that happen?

Met an Alien Today

  Met an alien today
    on the way up my driveway

  He shook my hand, said ‘How-do-you-do’
    I smiled, said ‘All’s well;’ hope the same for you too

  I asked him his name, where he was from
    The alien stood there, suddenly dumb  

  I assured him I wasn’t from the government
    ‘Whew,’ he sighed, with my explanation content… 

  We talked and talked for well over an hour
     A budding relationship in first flower  

  … But as my new friend put it before he had to go
    ~ ‘Your government will never believe you, you know’

A Papua Win Yet We Hear No Din

The data is coming.' From the past three years
Its bright and cheerful, dispelling many fears
Much false info, falls by the way.' Reality in this
Land has plenty to say.' They are free of covid
Less than 19 dead today that is ' what path did
They travel the fear load to shed? I think they
Were the lightest hit? Throughout the world yes
No 'b s' I mean thats just it.! Lets add Bulgaria
A jabless land, seens like not planning for a
Disaster, was the winning hand ? So no doom
Sayers, equals an even keel ' no fuss no bother
No death count unreal.' I don't do balony even
My polony i check, I hear some sausages are
In it well over the neck.!

Boggle

Blow down the snozzle
this windy wild world
is nowt but a hornswoggle.

Giddy are the blue birds
in head and heart,
blithered are the bush-beating
snit-shifters.

A good day to die and live again,
a day for tripping a bright bombastic.
A yet better day
for some nonsensical boggle
that wags words in a
beery muddle.

Fluffy are the puffy footloose
that skip well over a plushy clover,
great the laughter of children
that dance in the minding eye
of an everlasting God today.

Melvin Saw Hearts and Valentines

Shelly and Melvin had been high school sweethearts
She fell in love with a bad boy from the next town.
Melvin was crushed, and astounded that she was pregnant.
Their love had been innocent for well over two years.

After Melvin’s wife died, Shelly called him up and invited him to lunch.
He intended to be super cautious; she had been married four times.
Seeing her blue eyes, he remembered how much he once loved her.
He saw doves and valentines and began to pursue her in earnest.

Fluid Balance

Well over half of the body's weight is made up of water. 
Doctors think about the body's water as being restricted 
to various spaces,called fluid compartments.The three main compartments are
1.Fluid within cells.
2.Fluid in the space around cells.
3.Blood.
To function normally,the body must keep fluid levels from varying too much in these areas.Electrolytes maintain the balance between fluids inside and outside your cells.They Play a role in conducting nervous impulses,contracting muscles, keeping you hydrated and regulating your body’s pH levels.The blood electrolytes sodium,potassium,chloride,and bicarbonate help regulate nerve and muscle function and maintain acid-base balance and water balance.The right concentrations(called electrolyte balance)is important in maintaining fluid balance among the compartments.Ketones upset the chemical balance of your blood and,if left untreated,can poison the body.High ketone levels make your 
blood too acidic.This is a serious condition called ketoacidosis.
Note.Fasting results in increased ketone production.(fasting)

Nothing But Fig Leaves

They say Adam and Eve pranced around wearing nothing
But fig leafs and the biggest grins the world has ever seen
Imagine NO FREAKING RULES!!!
All they had to worry about were those thorny bushes
And the occasional lightning bolt accompanied by a loud booming voice
Reminding Adam, “You owe me big time for this one, my friend!”
Caine and Abel along with seven other offsprings
Were the result of a lot of hanky panky
Do you blame him??? He was the luckiest dude EVER!!!
My question is, how did they keep those fig leafs in place
Scotch Tape? Elmer's Glue? Velcro?
Also why did they need those damn things to begin with
There wasn't another living soul to be seen
Imagine today, if we walked around naked as a jaybird
The population of the world would soar from 7 billion
To well over 20 billion in a matter of nine months counting twins
I'm not saying we couldn't carry on as usual with our daily routine
But perhaps the routine would be interrupted now and then
I have a suggestion for future generations if this becomes a problem
Think of Drew Carey nude!

Treasuring Beloved Family

Having thrived within love’s protective fence
Secured to abide inside serene hedge
Nourished along care, surpassing word-pledge
My heart bloomed against rudeness-pestilence.

Triumphing well over domestic trials
Beloved home stood by sovereign grace
As parents anchored children with their brace
Defying attacks of hate-betrayals.

With my beloved family’s presence
Virtues have been delightfully nurtured
Midst compassion and kindness, so cultured
To waft scent of good works and faith’s incense.

Cherishing memories of precious bond
With beloved parents and siblings dear
Oh, I long for moments that we be near
Yet such is to come in future beyond.

Now sufficing myself with reaching-out
Grateful to God for loved ones' priceless grip
I keep on treasuring joyous kinship
While sharing its wondrous bliss of no doubt.
    
*Psalm 127:1 Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.

July 27, 2022
3rd place, "Rhyme Rumi Quote" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 8/12/2022.

Twenty One Year Leases of Life

Twenty one years a man grows
To become a full human.
He will battle all life's woes
And must prosper if he can.

Another score and one years he grows
To be now a full grown man.
By this time his role in life he knows
And has honed his acumen.

Yet a score and one years he grows
To be fully confident.
By this time the seeds he throws
And starts to become redundant.

Twenty one more years he grows
And may display highly polished weapons
In things pertaining to mind and soul.
But he is now in expiring seasons!

He may enter another twenty one
To be a hundred and five years,
But he is now but a child of his son
And cowed by all kinds of fears!

A further lease a few may start
But like a child they often cry.
They are simply far from smart!
And in this season they'll surely die!

Six twenty one year leases of life
Is the most anyone can get!
Years are no preserve of the wise;
One needs luck and a lowly mindset!

Methuselah got plenty of leases:
Well over nine centuries of life!
It was closer to man's origins,
When man's body could long survive!


                        Genesis 5: 27

Up In Smoke

On a cold December night, a snowstorm
failed to stop a fire in Colorado.
And tinder-dry trees fueled a firestorm
that turned two towns into ash and shadow.

A prairie grass fire in Boulder County,
wiped out Superior and Louisville.
And folks celebrating Christmas bounty,
saw their neighborhoods reduced to landfill.

Well-over, a thousand homes got destroyed,
many others severely scorched and burnt.
And to those left homeless and unemployed,
the Marshall fire is still fresh and current.

Families watched their dreams go up in smoke,
no one smiled, no one joked, and no one spoke.


(Sonnet)


01/09/2022


This or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen..."UP In Smoke"

Covid Stole My Joy

A new way of living has settled in   
feeling like a wilted piece of kale 
Covid stole my joy, oh what a sin   

I used to be able to go within  
find my Zen through nature's trail   
a new way of living has settled in   

Each day I wake up feeling dim   
wish I could set out and sail      
Covid stole my joy, oh what a sin 

Tears overflow well over the rim   
deprived of a norm I lost my grail  
a new way of living has settled in   

Socially starved we're feeling grim  
I'm hoping for a life that won't fail     
Covid stole my joy, oh what a sin  


I am putting my fears in the bin   
getting ready to come out of jail 
a new way of living has settled in   
Covid stole my joy, oh what a sin  

April 29, 2021
Contest Name:  A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins

Musings On Presidents In Residence

It's so hard to select just one president --
  even harder to put a new resident
into a WH occupied by true decadents

You think I mean Biden and Trump, ho-ho
  but I'm thinking Bush vs. Gore, and Clinton, you know
for true and lasting decadence, Slick Willy takes precedence



__________________________________________________  
It may still come as news to some, but Bill and Hilary trashed 
the WH upon their departure, taking 'stuff' valued at well over
$300,000 home with them. They regarded the White House as 
'their home,' and themselves as 'deserving royalty.' ~ Source: 
Dinesh de Souza's book, "Stealing America." (I know Dinesh, 
who graduated Dartmouth College, as did I.  He's a straight 
shooter).

Safe Yank

Safe Yank
The American was a typical man of his breed
Loving guns and weapons and ammunitions
He had a huge collection of firearms at home
Well over 300 rifles and hand guns of all kinds
From Red China via Albania to Belgium
And American editions along with Russian
He went to the range twice a week to shoot
Keeping up his proficiency in case of threat
Whether the threat of Communist invasion
Or Muslim extremists targeting malls and buses
He was ready to go and all set for the war
His bunker was prepped for the Boogaloo
If it happened was a different matter
In his head he’d fought it a hundred times
With a dozen different battle plans
He won every single time for he was right
With the best training intent and will power
Plus Sweet Lord Jesus was on his side
What could possibly go wrong in war?
It would come calling soon enough





MAJOR INSOMNIA
CORPORAL SLEEP
Nick Armbrister and other writers

The Good Old Days

Tell me, friend, just when all the right and wrong
 of the good old days were revised and spawned?
You recall, those days when kids wore plain old dungarees,
 collected baseball cards, marbles, comic books, heard radio without TV
and we admired men like Captain Kangaroo and John F Kennedy.

The days when soldiers from Korea were World War vets
 and VietNam, Russia and the bomb the greatest threat,
flower children and free love oh my, weren't personal delights
 and fathers still told children stories of kings, queens, and knights
and under starry skies, doors remained unlocked every night.

Take me back within these fading memories
  the child naiive as could be with the future waiting patiently,
off to grandmas house for her special homemade foods
 shared holidays kept us happy, content with minor family feuds
and rarely was anyone obnoxious, cruel or rude.
 
The days when a gallon of gas was thirty cents  
 and a loaf of bread was a quarter well spent
and a bike ride to the corner store with friends
 held laughter and silly play with innocent intent
I remember the old days well, over and over again.



1/9/21

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