When you purse
your lips like that
does your anus
pucker up as well?
The loneliest sound I know
falls like hail on a tin roof.
Each stone leaves its dent.
Less permanent: the clattering
cacophony of Chicken Little's
forecast come true.
Once, my sky had fallen;
my voice was erased.
Now, all I can do is type.
My brothers, if someone is detected
by sin, you who live by the spirit
should gently set him right, each of you
trying to avoid falling into temptation
himself. 2 Help carry one another's
burdens; in that way you will fulfill the
law of Christ. 3 If anyone thinks he
amounts to something, when in fact he
is nothing, he is only deceiving himself.
4 Each man should look to his conduct;
if he has reason to boast of anything,
it will be because the achievement is
his and not another's. 5 Everyone should
bear his own responsibility.
6 The man instructed in the word should
all he has with his instructor. 7 Make no mistake
about it, no one makes a fool of God!
A man will reap only what he sows. 8 If
he sows in in the field of flesh, he will reap
a harvest of corruption; but if his seed-ground
is the spirit, he will reap everlasting life. 9
Let us not grow weary of doing good; if
we do not relax our efforts, in due time
we shall reap our harvest. 10 While we
have the opportunity, let us do good to all
men --- especially those of the house-hold
GALATIANS 6: 1-10
To be so strong that nothing can
disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness and
prosperity to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.
To think of only the best,
to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about
the success of others
as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater
achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance
at all times and give every living
creature you meet a smile.
To give so much time to the
improvement of yourself that you
have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry,
too noble for anger,
too strong for fear,
too happy to permit
the presence of trouble.
Christian D. Larson
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I don't have a poetic bone in my body(and I really do enjoy reading the poetry here), but a recent event which happened to me earlier this week during my lunch break inspired me to try my hand at this most cool haiku - so here goes:
Flies on fresh dog doo
squishing through my five bare toes
should have stayed in bed
not exactly enlightening or insightful (or"a heavy sense of Zen") but it does leave
the reader with a vivid mental image..........lol and hope you are too :D
PS. I was eating my daily refried bean sandwich when this happened and the irony was not lost on my laughing hyena coworkers.
A simple poetic departure.
God Is Good.
So Am I.
All Is Well.
Tears and Time
Streaming Alone Through
Meeting Their Bed
of Tissues like
Flesh Leaves the
Spirit to Depart From It
Unable to Reverse It
Nothing You Can Do
The Drops of Reality
in those Tissues...
Could Water the Crops
and Extinguish a Wildfire
Painful & Somber Voyage.
Ah but Now Those Tissues
Like The Fabric of a
a Sunny Afternoon.
It Must Be Time To Play.
'Mother Mary Come's to Me Speaking Words of Wisdom...
Let It Be."
If you hear a bird sing,
It wouldn’t be that rare I must say.
But if you see one dance
Then it must be from France
In County Durham on holiday.
It’s just too absurd
To suggest British birds
Partake in dances of any kind.
At least not in full view,
That will never do.
British birds are far too refined.
A poem from my latest collection of comic verse for Children... Further info here: