They called the "Buff Boy" to clear my table.
He winked, said I'm ready, willing, and able!
I was eating kumquats after a couple squats,
And ran screaming back home to my wife Mable!
The following week, I was doing some curls,
On the Thigh Master, was some pretty girls.
Their nostrils flaring, cuz they caught me staring,
I must have looked like a swine casting pearls.
After that, those long walks to the gym were over!
Get a new hobby, Mable said, ambition drove her.
Wasn't no conductor, so became an instructor,
Now, I own that damn gym, walking in tall clover!
You shall say to the master of the house (Luke 22:11 NKJV)
So you may eat and drink at my table (Luke 22:30)
Covenant is His blood, poured out for us. (Luke 22:20)
I love you, I am willing and able.
I hold these blessings of Joy as I should,
I take thine body and blood, it blesses.
I will taste and see that the Lord is good, (Psalm 34:8).
I do this in remembrance of Jesus. (Luke 22:19)
Overwhelming presence, His Holy light,
It shines on my heart, for I glow outward.
You redeemed by your great strength and your might, (Nehemiah 1:10)
Who have tasted the goodness of the Word? (Hebrews 6:5)
Exalt thine glory and truth, I can see,
Love chooses to be emptied into me.
(A Sonnet to the Lord, of ScottM 11/25/2024 praise tapdig com)
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Twas the night before Christmas, Santa in panic.
Each year Christmas Eve became more and more manic.
The world’s population was growing and growing
And, with climate change, it never stopped snowing
The old sleigh had certainly seen better days.
It barely could cope with how much Santa weighed.
And Santa himself was well past retirement;
The reindeer no longer up to requirement.
Poor Rudolph, whose nose used to shine brightly red,
Had strapped on an LED head torch instead.
The rest of the team, once willing and able,
Had hardly the strength to exit their stable.
So Santa, whose nature was not to be cruel,
Decided to change to alternative fuel.
Battery powered from nation to nation,
He was flying from charging station to station.
So, though Santa tried as hard as he could,
He was a bit late, even if you’d been good.
And, for children who lived a long way away,
They had to be patient until Boxing Day.
Up bright and early at the sound of the alarm
It better not smash that snooze or else it might lose...
The mighty race for fiat
Up, alert, and ready is the robot
A quick yawn, wash, and dress, and the fast is broken...
Then quickly out into the concrete jungle, it goes
Aptly navigating and meandering amongst other 'bots' 'cause it knows
It must be on time, ready, willing, and able
This the 'bot' too knows if it is to remain stable
It looks forward to a vacation here and some PTO there
As long as the fiat doesn't stop, then it's fair
Moving to make sure ends meet is the life of the robot
So the chase continues, yes, the mighty chase for fiat
The name of Fred's girlfriend was Mable
Who was ready willing and able
Had a lot of her plate
She would spoon on a date
But liked to do it on the table
Until she met a fella named Jake
Who just liked women that loved to bake
So with pure sex appeal
Wouldn't ask for a meal
But would do it for gratitude's sake
Each night they were pushin' and shovin'
But then Jake grew tired of her lovin'
And with tears in her eyes
He left a big surprise
Now she's got a bun in the oven
Bring it right now,
I’m willing and able to sweat;
Bring it right now;
Always push the limit I vow,
rolling without a safety net;
I am ready for a reset,
bring it right now!
From time to time
Every once in a while
Now and again
Though as much as I love to write
Due and to because
What I choose to write about
Comes from and down to from my inner heart
And on that basis and although it is cathartic
My own version and art form of expressing
Delving into documenting and revealing
Exposing my true self innermost feelings
As a caveat it also comes at the expense
And certain of cost exposing and opening up
Old wounds I have as yet to heal from
So every now and then though it pains me
I have to take a break and refrain from
That which I have come to love and rely on
But nothing worthwhile ever doing
That brings one happiness or enduces pleasure
Afterwards evaluating the positives and negatives
You are then willing and able to give up
Isn't really viewed as a loss surely then
Is it
As what exactly have you lost or learned
And that also goes and applies to all concerned
I have this friend…an older woman…
whose joy, kindness and generosity never fail to impress.
A friend who is always ready, willing and able to share her secret of happiness.
“I have been touched my many angels in my life.” She says.
“Angels…every day.
Friends and family who I know…as well as strangers I’ve met along the way.”
“Angels who enter my life and somehow understand
when I need a smile…a hug…or when I need a helping hand.”
“Angels who know when to share my happiness…
when to be there when I’m sad.
Angels who know when I need someone to listen…or how to cool me when I’m mad.”
“I have been touched my angels every day of every year
and though I do not go looking for them…somehow…they appear.”
“Yes, I have been touched by many angels.” She smiles.
“Who have helped to see me through…
and I like to think every now and then…I’ve been an angel too.”
“I suppose that is my secret.” She smiles.
“Knowing, when touched by an angel,
it is me who does the clutching…
And knowing, when other people need an angel…
It’s me who does the touching.”
\Written By: D. Collins 7/26/23
I'm going to tell all you people about a person I know.
A woman down for whatever way the party flows.
Sporting a beautiful smile, while fully locked and loaded.
Waiting for the time to have them fully exploded.
Then, there are times when she is so professional.
Or, play the Catholic priest at the Confessional.
Built for whatever and equipped to adjust.
If truly necessary, willing and able to bust.
I'm telling all of you people about a person I know.
She has God's good heart, and vengeance to-go.
Ain't that a mix? Some of the Good and the Bad?
The best woman any father wished he ever had?
So, Jeanine stifler's mother
and bold Finchy are lovers.
Both were willing and able.
Rumbaed on the pool table.
Guess is neither one suffered.
head was potato
now a member of nato
cats with tomato
(catsup)
hurrah we just won
the greater glory of God
were Peter's peacocks
an operation
which had been called by putin
special military
will catch a big bass
instead of cutting grass
think that we will pass
with comfort and care
plane took off into midair
with some room to spare
terrible turtle
had found her to be fertile
whose name was myrtle
willing and able
to get elbows off table
by both mike and mable
Come close and hear this story
about a little girl who didn't have a chance
Her safe place was a round house on the ocean
T'was there that she could twirl and dance
Anywhere else was a life filled with pain
and loved ones treating her mean
She was young and innocent and scared
and was only allowed from her room to clean
She had no childhood to speak of
shame and guilt kept her locked in a cage
when in the real world she just played along
but as to how to be normal she could only gauge
She grew into a woman faster then most
having been thrown into a grownups role
she just made the best of every situation
only ever really wanting to crawl into a hole
Being alone was he way of being happy
she had no one to predict or to please
she, herself was good enough company
being alone was surely a breeze
One day this woman but still a girl
met someone who showed she had worth
hew taught her the things she had wanted
all the things she had missed out on since birth
Now this woman is happy
thanks to a man and hard work of her own
It's her wish that anyone with this story
will be willing and able to be shown
10/19/21
what is poetry and what is it not
what is it you will take from the table
and what exactly have you ever brought
maybe fact or fiction, truth or fable
maybe you could try to write from your soul
but only if you’re willing and able
will you try and help others, what’s your goal
could you ever share the poetry soup
or will you simply just fill your own bowl
In ancient times, poets were sacrificed,
then laid upon rocks to describe...
the hues of heaven.
Today their poems give the people hope,
for the pen is mightyer than the sword.
Their secret tongues, reverberating,
encourage the people to change the world.
To find that enthusiastic stronghold,
willing and able to fight the hard battle,
and win the ancient war known as...Life.
11/27/2020
Sit beside me
let me hold you in my arms
when the rain cascades within the trees
and the thunder rumbles loud and boisterous
let me put my arms around you
keep you safe and protected from the storm,
I am here. ready, willing and able
to love you as I always have
to the end of forever
sit down here, beside me.
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