Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Poem Words

 Poem Words

 

A poem came to me one day

Just a word that went astray

And fortunately passed my way.

No tone or promise, just an array.

Two more floated, then another

Drifted past and softly uttered

A hint of rhyme that lingered long

And strung together, prolonged.

The beauty of it felt so new,

Red and yellow, pink and blue

Bouquets of flowers not of words

Not at all what I first heard.

But bouquets need attending

Rearranging, somehow blending

Until they look just right

Standing tall in bright sunlight.

It’s then I found the words were rhyme

A poem passing through my mind.  

And that is how it came to be

Nothing at all to do with me.

I’m just a catcher of stray words

Passed by wind and songs of birds

Until at once they come together

Poem words from wind and feather.



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Sunday, November 27, 2022

Time was long and time was bent

 





Time was long and time was bent

Life’s good fortunes tossed and spent

Wasted footprints in the dust

Scattered by the breeze of lust

Love’s bubbling fount long since dry

Kisses, laughter now a sigh

The sun shined so brightly then

Not a care of if and when

Soft skin, bright eyes, golden dreams

Now hidden under wrinkle creams

Old friends that have passed beyond

Our time has spent, our savings gone

And yet we rise to greet the day

Hoping that in some way

The well of time will once more brim

With thoughts of love, bright eyes, soft skin.

Thursday, November 24, 2022

Care to take a Personality Quiz?

 



Care to take a Personality Quiz?

 

I often hear people say “I don’t have time, for …..?

 

Truth is, we all have the same amount of time in a day, unless we’re so hung over we longer know day from night from nightmare.  But, for the rest of we solid citizens, sober, and in good health….well, that’s enough banter.  I’ll pick up the pace. Try to keep up.

 

Try this if you’re up for a slap in the face and an enlightening discovery on how you spend your time and why you never seem to have enough.  

 

This exercise falls in the wide gap between quiz and experiment.  As a rule I detest experiments, a hold over from time I wasted in Chemistry class cozying up to the periodic table, daydreaming about the mysteries of the female anatomy, and doing titrations, for reasons that still escape me, although anger still resides.

 

Ok, on to the business at hand.  This experiment is thoughtfully simple.

 

1. Make a list of the things that are most important to you:  family, church, close friends, job, pets, shopping for muskmelons, grand kids, exercise, biting the heads off venomous reptiles.

 

2. Categorize your list in order, from most important to least important.  Give yourself a miscellaneous category for smoking cigars, buying new shoes, cleaning the bathrooms, and remembering your wife’s birthday.

 

3. Now for the grinding of teeth.  Give each important part of your life a percentage of the time you WANT/NEED to spend.  And of course, unlike athletes who failed math and think they are able to give 110%, you are stuck with 100%.

 

4. Now comes the really tough task:  Not counting sleep, which to be dishonest, we shall call eight hours.  Keep tract of how many hours you honestly spend on everything during the other two thirds of your day.  

 

5.  Now compare where you spent most of your time and how it matches with each of your important categories.  Don’t forget to include the throw-away time you spend napping, complaining, and trying to figure out what politicians really mean.

 

As Dr. House often said, everybody lies.  Mostly we lie to ourselves.  Such as:  I exercise everyday.  I work fourteen hours a day!  I don’t have time to read.  I don’t eat very much.  I spend a lot of time with my family. Don’t guess.

 

Sometimes your categories will overlap. That doesn’t matter. The purpose of the experiment is to figure out how to rearrange your time to put the most important things first.

 

Shall I offer suggestions on how you can rearrange the time?  Oh, hell no!  As one of my favorite talking heads said:  You know the answers.  You just want someone to give you easier answers.

 

This experiment is not to turn you into a CPA for time management.  But it may stabilize your life, or at least prompt you to put the emphasis on what’s most important to you. 

 

Even so, I had to lie when household chores didn’t make my top ten and someone suggested it should.  Especially, I was told,  it should come a few steps ahead of watching football and reruns of The Beverly Hillbillies. Under threat of scorn, and in self-defense, I agreed she was right.  That’s the last time I’ll let her look at my list. Try not to judge me harshly.  And don’t lie and tell me you really did this ridiculous experiment and found you exercised like a racehorse, spent every waking moment with your family and you use a good part of your week to feed the poor, not including freeloading family members.

 

Now you have to ask yourself:  AM I READY FOR THE TRUTH?

 

Now back to The Beverly Hillbillies. 


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Thursday, November 17, 2022

Marching On

 


Marching On

 

I hear the footsteps marching on

The drumbeats hollow, the band is gone

And yet the sun still roams the sky

It all seems very different now

The sun glows dimly, I don’t know why.

Leaves still rustle teased by breeze

Life should be the same to me

My heart still beats in silent measure

More and more each beat I treasure.

They passed unnoticed in my youth

Those sunny days all hid the truth

Of growing old of passing youth.

Life so full, embraced each day

Sleepy dreams blew cares away

Now clouds and clarity of youth pass on

The charm of night, the creep of dawn

All my lonely promises fade on

But footsteps heavy still march along.