Nowadays, big boys do propose with Ring,
But real men do same as pregnancy spring...
Capability trusted;
Not to be readjusted
After both wedded, waiting what twists bring...
I count fifteen enormous branches on my giant oak
If lightning got them and they fell, it would be no joke.
I bet each one of them weighs at least forty pounds
This magnificent tree might be the largest oak around.
Worrying is a pastime I do not engage in
I do not like having my time stolen by what if’s
Unless I am writing, using my imagination.
worrying is a time-thief.
It's harder at night
In the dark all alone
Just the hum of the ceiling fan
Where my thoughts start to roam
I worry about you
Where you are how you've been
Are you healthy and happy?
Or in pain again
Are you eating ok? Are you sleeping?
Are you warm in your bed?
These are the questions
That spin in my head.
I try to ignore them
So I stop losing sleep
Because I can't help you
That's your job to keep.
So I pray for the morning
To start a new day
For when I am busy
The thoughts go away
You're not on my mind
Out of my sight
Till my head hits the pillow
It's harder at night
My cousin never showed up
At a place he should have been.
His phone goes straight to voice mail;
No one knows where to begin.
He’s always been reliable
So this is not the norm.
My sister called the police to file
A missing person form.
We live in times where contact
Can be made in seconds flat.
When it isn’t, there’s not much
That we can do to alter that.
Thus we sit and wait and worry,
Just imagining the worst,
Hoping to be lifted from the thoughts
In which we’ve been immersed.
Worrying About What If’s
Miracle Man
November 24th 2023
Many fret about things,
before they occur.
This tends to drive me,
straight up the wall.
This practice can cause,
my words to slur,
Please wait until it happens,
before you call.
“Worry cannot solve one problem,
Or add one cubit to my day.
Things in life that I can’t handle
Jesus always knows the way”
Tom
There is suffering, we write checks.
There is much madness, we duck and dive,
walk in groups.
Preppers dream of solar powered generators.
Small guns are concealed upon large men.
Troubled times, the news is too much
for these short days.
The popular narrative is to worry
while we can.
On a cycle path I walk on tiptoes.
Last year a young lady was assaulted
on this trail -beaten to death,
It made the local news.
Nothing occurs today
but it could.
I am harassed by storm crows,
they are smoky shadows
pecking
at my ashtray mind.
The ashtray is a heavy glass one,
it could be used as a weapon.
Months have passed by since I last saw you,
I cannot still forget the worrying eyes that you had on that night,
leaving me thought, that we weren't okay but,
I still disregarded it because you seemed to be okay,
I wanted to apologize for setting aside the real problem that we had
and wish I could turn back the time to correct my approach and make things right for us, but this time I will make sure that your personal space will be prioritized.
The list is long, demands all large, all needs that must be met,
I try to keep afloat among the red letters of debt.
Your eyes all plead their silent plea; ‘be ok, don’t need me’,
You’re desperate to go on and live life how you think it, freely.
My pleas fall flat and pile back up, as bricks make up their wall,
The search to find compassion goes unnoticed in you all.
It’s fear that gripped my bones, now makes me hide away from you,
The way I see your own fear, from my hidden point of view.
I'd rather die than see the guilt and hear your awkward lies,
If you could hear, beyond my words, repress your own surprise.
I’d let you in, if you were strong and I knew you could take it,
But what I see just makes me pause; I'm not sure you would make it.
So there it is, I’m all alone and life keeps piling on me,
And you’re not there, nobody is, I’m tired of feeling lonely.
It can be a good day
if you let things go their own way
and things might not be good
I must admit
sincerely that is the truth
for no heavens are aligned
from the stars above
on their own
I won't tell you
what it takes
because if I knew
you would too
We are on a roundabout
where a bit of knowledge
puts you a square above
in a world full of worry
A drip of honey in your
tea, a bit of good health
a run around the park feeling
fine, a stop at the pub to
share a colloquial good tiding
perhaps a square bit of knowledge
and then, bam
why the heck did we go to war
again, and for what.
a collective sigh
people are starving,
and you could be one
of them
because you are AND
at least you should
know that much
What should I wear? He asked.
He is seventeen and is meeting her grandparents.
A lover of fashion,, he has all kinds of clothes.
Are they Democrats? Are they Republicans?
Are they Liberals? Are they socialists?
What to wear, what to wear.
She is seventeen and confident.
She lets him know that he can wear anything.
We do not care. We are the liberal’s liberals.
He is still texting and worrying.
She tells him to wear pajamas.
“If you don’t wear pajamas, you cannot come!”
Her brothers quickly change back into their pajamas
To show him solidarity.
So many gaps are getting bigger by the day,
The gap between the rich and those that are not rich,
The gap between the famous and the infamous,
The gap between the generous and the not so generous,
The gap between the closed mouth and the open mouth,
The gap between the tree huger and the developer,
The gap between the lover and the hater,
The gap between the buyer and the seller,
The gap between the optimist and the pessimist,
The gap between the helper and the shouter,
The gap between the soother and the shooter,
The gap between the honest and the dishonest,
The gap between the renter and those below the renter,
The gap between the media and the reader,
The gap between the leaders and the bleeders,
The gap between the real and the unreal,
The gap between the inventor and those who say what for,
The gap between those with power and those without power,
The gap between the grateful and the ungrateful,
Are all very worrying,
Without adding the gaps that we continue to be inventing.
But the gap we should be really worried about,
Is the gap between thinking and doing?
In a world that is dying,
To see more doing,
And less thinking about doing.
I feel like I am drowning
Cant pull myself ashore
Floating further away
From the me
I Know no more
Sinking in my thoughts
crippling in self doubt
Please try not to listen
Let the negative thoughts be out
I feel like I am trapped
Stuck within my head
Overthinking
Worrying
I should be looking ahead
Replaying failed scenarios
From years and years ago
Why are they so relevant
Only Mr Anxiety knows
My smile it hides my struggles
My mask it hides my fears
My forehead slightly sweating
Here comes a few more tears
My body's tight with tension
My heart in rapid beat
I must stop giving my attention
To Mr Anxiety.
The war fronts
Fools,idiots and stupids
Waring
Worrying the learned
Hospital call
I rang you from hospital
You had not arrived this morning
And I left messages, many messages
On our home phone
And your own phone
The recorded messages chilled me
I wanted to speak with you
And then you rang
My heart leapt
You were fine
It was my worrywarting
That got me going
It is your love
That keeps me going
Thanks, thanks and thanks
For all
For my life, my sanity
Your love keeps me free
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