It takes an experienced explorer to find something brand new Its like they knew before him, the advent rang untrue Wound up in quite a tizzy before they plummet to the ground It takes a broader spectrum of adventuring abound So with the change in seasons we welcome a new thrill And ward off any evil eyes that peer right through and chill And what is that upon us when waking in the mist A newer happy ending without a negative twist
I am no master but I try my best Each new day a mighty test To keep the tenet of the pack Looking forward, no looking back Standing up to what I know Watching those around me grow Positivity kept in check Negativity, no way in heck And through my laughter and my tears I think about all the years.
1. What is a dentist? The appraiser at the autobody shop 2. What is a paralegal? a girls best friend, always walking side by side 3. What is a Nanny? a goat herder 4. What is an auditor? The docent at a car museum in Germany 5. What is a programmer? The person who checks written work for correct noun/verb usage 6. What is a cartographer? Someone who studies vessels used for carrying things 7. What is a musician? 8. What is a cordwainer? A doctor who specializes in ED and other “male” issues 9. What is a taxidermist? The person who washes taxis with a soft sprayer and cotton cloth 10. What is a penciller? Someone who rules 5 countries at one time
In the heavens I see the stars in the darkness and I say to the night sky “send a message” but no one hears it and there are no shooting stars or meteors to give me any sign that there is someone listening and watching over me.
Making the requested changes would make it say “2023 will probaby be better. If 2022 taught us anything, it’s not to set the bar too high & to keep our optimism mild.”
A song immediately comes to mind: The Beatles, “It’s Getting Better.”
Notice how, in the chorus, the response to “I got to admit it’s getting better, it’s getting better all the time” is “It can’t get any worse.”
A friend of mine used to quote the old Arabic adage, “expect nothing and be surprised.” That’s the way I feel about it. Who knows what’s going to happen next year, apart from an omniscient God or a clairvoyant?
2022 was not an espcecially good year, but it wasn’t bad, either. Maybe that’s my perspective as someone who says at home most of the time and does his best to ignore the news except at a very high level. From…
2022 has been a good, if not a great year for me. I set the bar high as I needed to get back on track. Anyway, different type of sonnet with very little rhyme. A joyous new year to all that read.
And my song says it for 2022, I don’t think Elton will mind me stealing the title
I’m Still Standing Form: Capped Sonnet
2021 brought the spirals Bipolar was kicking me down and down With depression inviting suicide 2022 I fought it back A year of growing stronger, fighting it No regrets, the year has been bloody good My thanks to my friends who stayed for the ride This is why you mean everything to me You offered me light in that darkest place And to those who just couldn’t be bothered I don’t need you…
That is the only word that comes to mind on this day, December 28th.
28 years ago my mother died, losing her battle with Cancer 12-28-94 15 years ago (a rough estimate) my first mother-in-law died 12-28-08 7 years ago my aunt, my mother’s sister died, from health-related issues. 12-28-16
They say things happen in threes…Is this called fate or irony? RIP ladies.
An emptiness exists that all the love in the world cannot fill but the heart and the head do not work together for it they did the emptiness would disappear.
A place exists where wonder blows around and around where the mind cannot see what the heart feels and the mind cannot make sense of the chaos.
Will there be an even plane where the heart and the head may meet and decide who is right and who is wrong? Will that empty space grow smaller and smaller until it is less than a pin prick in tightly woven fabric that otherwise won’t let anything through?
Does the mind know what the heart is feeling? Why does the longing remain despite the hurt and the lack of respect that are owed to another human being?
Someday there will be a truth that must come and then there will be silence and peace because no other reminders will ever be placed upon that gaping hole in the soul.