There's a tendon in my calf rhymes with my surname
I call it my a- Gillies
Most would know it's common name
connecting to the ankle the achilles
Two months have been unable to do a daily run
an hour so of fun
This right tendon has been torn I am forced to limp
Finding alternative exercise no desire to be a wimp
Each day the injury receives some heat
my leg upon a stool my bum upon a seat
With hot water I fill a water bottle
Most unusual for me to have to hobble
I lie bedraggled, disheveled,
scrunched up and crinkled,
in a pile,
like ratty raggedy
rag doll,
besmirched,
defiled and exiled,
for being a
spineless,
limp
wimp.
“Don’t be a wimp!” My husband yelled at me from the upstairs window.
He had already thrown a couch, and broken the legs off; now he was holding a TV.
I had been catching boxes, boots, and garbage bags all morning.
We were moving again.
I weigh 121 pounds and stand five foot two.
My husband is double my weight and is six foot three.
So what could be wrong with this picture?
“Don’t throw the TV!” I yelled back.
He said, “You can catch it.”
Yes, I probably could have.
He gave it a shove. I watched it slide down the roof, heading for the sidewalk where I was standing.
I purposefully took six giant steps backwards watching it crash into large and small pieces
Ten feet in front of me.
He turned into a banshee.
“You could have CAUGHT THAT!” he hollered.
Did he forget?
I don’t watch TV.
Someone criticized Pope Francis for
Criticizing Donald Trump
Saying that the Pope should be
Loving and Forgiving
I thought the Pope is supposed to represent
Jesus on Earth
I don’t recall that Jesus was ever soft
On Hypocrites or Haters
Jesus was Loving and Forgiving;
Even to those who put Him up on the cross
“Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do”
But He threw out the money changers
From the Temple
He confronted the Pharisees
He prevented the stoning of a woman
He healed and protected
Love is not weak
Forgiving is not appeasing
Teaching is not permitting others to continue
Their hurtful ways
I think Pope Francis is doing a good job
A wimp seems strong
while in the throng.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
It's been long days for you like a sad wake
Stuck in this tight mess and cannot get out.
Agony screams, Mama's boy is a flake
I think he's just there for a round-about.
Don't ever think this wimp can fill your cup
Get a life, sweetheart; you're not yet sixty-four.
He's still feeding on milk and running amuck
Later on,you'll know he's not the real score.
Imagine those places where happy dreams go
Where summers find love, faithfully true.
Be a woman like a sunset aglow,
While he festers away, time for adieu!
Agony Aunt Contest, Vicky Tsiluma
Women In Military Poem (WIMP)
Come on now and get a load of him;
He looks so nice and stays so trim
And of course is handsome as can be;
When in shower all of him can see.
Body's so strong and beyond compare;
Likes looking at himself in under ware;
Has ego which is always expanding;
Great fisherman and big ones is landing.
Joined Navy but wanted duty on shore
So he decided to join the Marine Corps;
In parade would wear a sharp uniform;
He will start sweating when it gets warm.
Women all started to enlist in Uncle Sam;
Some joined Marines and became a "BAM";
Then there were others who did crave
Being part of our Navy and are a "WAVE".
On back others didn't want to wear a pack;
Would now be women who are a "WAC";
At night, have guard duty over me and you;
Without woman, what would we ever do?
James Hawthorne Horn
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
[email protected]
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