Tag Archives: Wise Inspiration

The Lost and Found Department ~

“THE SHEEP ON THE SHEPARD’S SHOULDERS SPEAKS” a poem written Sunday, but posted on Monday, September 16, 2019. a.k.a.: “Did I REALLY Need To Go After THIS ONE?” a. k. a.: “The Same Old Refrain.”

The Sheep:

“Thank you, Lord for finding me; I must have wandered off too far,

BUT itTookYou long enough to find me. WHY? Did you not bring the car?

Jesus JESUS, YOU ARE PERFECT, but I think you’re late again;

Jesus, YOU ARE SINLESS, BUT I spot a spot of sin.

And you might notHaveSaidThat QuiteRight WhyNotReviewThat Teaching,

But YOU HAVE NEVER A FLAW; oh, ME? No, no, I am NOT preaching,

At you Dear, Dear Lord; youMistake my POINT OF VIEW.

OF COURSE YOU N E V E R MAKE MISTAKES; yourAura’s a flawless hue.

Dear Lord: Yes, please forgive me; ImayHaveStrayed a bit too far,

But I know You’ll forgive me andMySins. Forgiving you are.

I am so glad We’reAllFamilyHere andThatYou’re My Perfect Sav-i-or.

LORD JESUS I LOVEyOUaNdYou’reAlwaysRight;

Can you car-ry me SOME MORE?”

fin ♥

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Painted Bodies ~

“PAINT PARTIES R US” a poem September 16, 2019 (Monday)

Romantic Nights (or Days) of: Call’em(a)bus or pull ’em a train,

Or Paint ’em all over, without too much pain.

[Unbeknownst to most] PAINTED LADIES arrived in The Morn;

Morning has broken, and they are quite shorn.

So, the paint goes on, easily smooth and creaming;

We are The Knights, a-painting and steaming,

Making sure our ladies our fresh and clean,

And painted all over; prettierPicturesWe’veNeverSeen,

With brushes in hand and bushes well fanned,

We stroke lots of paint across The Promised Land.

Columbiettes are here hereToAssIst;

Our daughters PURE. DoYou get The Gist,

OF AMERICAN DAUGHTERS PAINTED WELL,

With thick, colorful paint; oh, no, NOT from H – L L,

(But) From HIGHER SOURCES [The Heavenly Powers];

OUR “LOVELY LISSIES,” theyAre Desert Flowers.

(They are) BLOOMING, without bloomers, as the paint sloshes on,

COVERING SKIN. C’est c’estBon Bo BoNbon.

STICKS AND BRUSHES, stroke by stroke,

Yearning, withPassion, each Honey and Bloke.

I WANNA BE A [K]NIGHT, who’ll usher in The Day,

With The Painted Americana Ladies, I simply will say:

“You are beautifully dark and beautifully deep,

And I’VE MANY HEAVENLY PROMISES TO KEEP,

As we cover (with paint?) and uncover too,

DAUGHTERS OF ISABELLA, yes, We love YOU,

And when The Painted Ladies of The (K)nights are through,

They are colorful and luscious, but hidden from view.

THE POWER OF GOD, such ENERGY we behold;

Daughters of America PAINTED and BOLD,

And The Knights of Columbus areFinally “painted out;”

ALL OF THEIR [painting?] FLUIDS, areGone, noDoubt.

fin ♥ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbqxbGm9hBI

Autumn Trousseau ~

Soon the leaves will all be turning,
From their many shades of green,
Into colors bright and gorgeous…
Reds and yellows, browns and orange,
Underneath the smiling sun,
Each leaf vying with the other
In the change they’ve now begun.
Giving up their Summer wardrobes,
Gladly; joyfully, with glee,
Putting on their Autumn trousseau,
As they leave their mother tree…

By Gertrude Tooley Buckingham
Artist Judith Yates

“KINDNESS 2” a poem a.k.a.: “Before They Wed, She Smiled and Said: HE’S VERY KIND INDEED.” September 16 2019 (MoonDay)

“KINDNESS 2” a poem a.k.a.: “Before They Wed, She Smiled and Said: HE’S VERY KIND INDEED.” September 16 2019 (MoonDay)

“A MUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT,” IS THAT WHAT I AM?

AmI too sacri-ficial, just like a lamb?

In this old, rugged world, is it wrong to be kind?

Well, maybe it is, but I still like to find,

People who care how the other folks feel,

But it’s a fine line not to be someone’s “main meal.”

IT’S EASY FOR SOME TO “LEAK OUT” THEIR LIFE,

AND (IT IS) I DO THINK HARDtoBEaGOODhusbandORwife,

And to be a GOOD FRIEND in a con-sistent way;

I know a friend Driedra, whoSOMETIMESdidSay:

“I’veBeenMarriedBefore; would I do it again?

It’s hard to know that; I don’t know many men,

But I’m pretty sure KINDNESS isA critical criteria.”

Then, one day sheMetGates andHad mild deliria,

‘Cause he was a kind and con-siderate dude.

SHE MARRIED HIM, forHe was kind and not rude;

Maybe Gates didNot have a “model-like look,”

ButHeWasAbeautifulSoul, and she was happy she took,

HIM for her husband, and she was so sweet,

A beautiful woman, from her head to her feet.

They married in a nice ceremony, and we all wished them The BEST;

TWO KIND AND SWEET PEOPLE. Still, marriage IS a Test,

Even for The Best of This Old Human Race,

It takes lots of patience, and you tryTo putOn your best face.

Yet, it’s never quite EASY, but I’m sure worth The Try.

(Moral) ’cause 2 KINDLY PEOPLE HAVE2kINDLYsHOULDERS

ONwHICHtOcRY.

fin ♥ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pl3dLNi_T7U

Kindness ~

All Love asks is a heart to stay in;
A brave, true heart to be glad and gay in;
A garden of tender thoughts to play in;
A faith unswerving through cold or heat
Till the heart where Love lodges forgets to beat

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Humility ~

“HUMILITY” a poem Sept 15, 2019 (Sunday)

You’re going outside; go ahead, turn the knob,

You might hear “Good bye,” but you need not sob,

Although you may not return to this familiar room,

It’s humility to acknowledge this fact: “The next moment may be your doom.”

So, with gratitude and humility, GO IN PEACE,

And WALK HUMBLY for life can cease,

OR CAN CONTINUE with a wave of The Hand,

Of some unseen force, which rules The Land.

You are but clay, molded? well;

You can make your life as smooth, I tell,

YOU or as desperate as you, you might choose,

You can drown your sorrows in tears and booze,

But (KNOW) too much fluid poured into YOU,

Will dissolve your sinews of your dusty crew,

For your body’s JUST ATOMS , just dust and water,

Molded SOME HOW as a son or a daughter.

So, walk very humbly, each and every day,

And occasionally KNEEL on your clay knees AND PRAY.

For each day’s a gift so purse your lips,

As your little pottery body ERODES & chips.

fin ♥

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  • The Lost and Found Department ~
    "THE SHEEP ON THE SHEPARD'S SHOULDERS SPEAKS" a poem written Sunday, but posted on Monday, September 16, 2019. a.k.a.: "Did I REALLY Need To Go After THIS ONE?" a. k. a.: "The Same Old Refrain." The Sheep: "Thank you, Lord for finding me; I must have wandered off too far, BUT itTookYou long enough to … Read more
  • Painted Bodies ~
    "PAINT PARTIES R US" a poem September 16, 2019 (Monday) Romantic Nights (or Days) of: Call'em(a)bus or pull 'em a train, Or Paint 'em all over, without too much pain. [Unbeknownst to most] PAINTED LADIES arrived in The Morn; Morning has broken, and they are quite shorn. So, the paint goes on, easily smooth and … Read more

“KIDNAPPED IN MEXICO” a poem September 15, 2019 [SUN? DAY]

“KIDNAPPED IN MEXICO” a poem September 15, 2019 [SUN? DAY]

Imagine you’re in (say) MEXICO; you’re sitting in a house;

You don’t know where you really are; youAre (kinda) like a mouse?

Children outside are playing; you do not speak their tongue;

YOU DO NOT KNOW WHY YOU ARE THERE, or why you are among,

THESE STRANGERS, but you’re inAcompound, it SEEMS that you are free,

ButYouHave no means of transport You haveNO carAkey.

There are no men just women and children here with you;

You want to returnHOME but you don’t know what to do.

You have no food, but you’re not hungry. ThisISyour SCE NAR io,

AndHereYouARE isThis(some)FREEDOM? YouARE in MEX i CO.

THIS THEN IS YOUR FREEDOM; ISit FREE DOM atALL?

There is no escaping You have no one to call.

You could SCREAM or RUN, but what good would that do?

THIS, good friends, IT IS LIFE HERE on thisEarth whichIS soBlue.

DO YOU THINK thisISfreedom? Do you think this is OK?

AND THIS FRIENDS is our life HERE, every single day.

You are not being torTured (it seems) (maybe) YOU’RE ONLY BEING HELD;

IsIT Heaven or H – L L? in Mexico, pray telled?

The children and the women are OB LIVIOUS TO THEIR PLIGHT;

They’re simply your companions; they play all day ANDatNIGHT,

They go TO BED, withSugarplums dancing in their head,

In time, you learn the language; you become (as they say) a PA-TRON; You amass some wealth & fortune, spending most of your time on the ‘phone. And time goes by, OR NO TIME PASSESinAflash] You STILL don’t know who youareorwhereyouare, but WHO CARES, you have someCASH, AND SOMEsay: “You are someone,” andTHUS, thisISlife as we know YouMIGHT as well be lost in the mountains, in a heavy SNOW. AND somePEOPLEsay: “Oh, VOYAGER, THATthere are manyLivesToCome, IN India or France, and you just sit on your bum, LOOKING at The Scenery, basking in the sun, Dying in a war, perhaps until this nextLife’s done. NEVER really dying or living or being free,] ‘Cause, whoKNOWSwhat is freedom, and there is you and me.

[And, after a few decades, they go to Heaven, it’s said.]

MORAL: BE happy in your work, it is endless and sublime,

And, about the best you can do is:

say, just say, say: “I’m, (pause)

STABLE AND CONTENT, AND Ihave A POINT OF VIEW, that keeps me from screamingBLOODY MURDER.” Yup! That’s about the best you can do.

♥ Screw around a little bit and start a fa-mi-ly, AND write some poems and sing some songs, in 4-part har-mo-ny. AND AT THE SETTING SUN, EACH DAY, CHECK YOUR CELL PHONE TO[O], DETERMINE IF ANYONE CALLED “Your Lord” (pause)

HAStRIED TOgET INtOUCH WIThYOU.

fin ♥

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  • “Giving More Respect To Turkeys!”TEXAS COWBOY
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