lyrical, poetic, personal
What bores you?
Read.
Run.
Walk.
Talk.
Write.
Draw.
Dance.
Sing.
Cook.
Eat.
Run.
Jump.
Shop.
Learn a new skill.
Meet someone new.
Watch TV.
Listen to radio.
Tend to your garden.
Hike new heights.
Call a friend or a family.
Whatever you want and can do,
Do it!
You’re alive.
You’re meant to do something.
Turn to espresso for the pushing.
Updated February 22, 2024, 11:40 HST
Who is death?
Why many is afraid of him?
Is he the boogey boo
Or the big foot whom we frighten ourselves—
As kids—if we don’t sleep at noon?
Who is death?
Why no one can tell where is he from?
Is he a republican or democrat?
What is his ideology?
Election time, shouldn’t we need to know?
Who is death?
Why no one wants to meet him?
Why even the notorious criminals
are shaken to hear his. . . in verdicts and sentencing?
We live avoiding him all our lives, mean.
All I know, when I meet death,
I’d get to see and touch God’s face.
I think the earth is not perfectly round.
It may have dings and dints,
Or disfigured and defaced—
Who knows?
Being over four-billion-year-old—
You never know.
I think all of us have someone watching over us.
There’s Google and traffic cams,
Webcams and satellite cams and more—
Who knows?
We’re never alone. . . there are dust mites and fairyfies—
You never know.
I think there are angels amongst us.
With our without wings,
they might be with us here—
Who knows?
They might be walking and mingling; even social networking and doing good—
You never know.
. . . for the color of my skin;
To be brown is not a sin.
Contempt me not for my ancestry;
To be true to my roots is not a felony.
Contempt me not for choosing love over hate;
To guard my heart from evil, I do contemplate.
Contempt me not for our differences;
To honor the many things we have in common—
Is fair enough and just
As may I say so.
“I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet I know how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.”
Excerpt From
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
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No one and nothing,
Is as restless as the clock.
Truly, it’s pleasure and privilege to lay back.
For the clock’s hands are always in motion,
And our deeds and actions can’t keep up—
It’s a fact not just a notion.
Time maybe not be in Wall Street
But its value is higher than gold—for real
No cheat; ask the old.
. . . is a frigid heart
where cold blood flows, strange to love
unknown to kindness.
Bigotry freezes
the heart as arrogance do.
Love, stay afloat.
As a sonata is softly playing,
special memories are coming back
of a sterling night
at the shore of Waikiki
under the serene moon
and sparkling stars:
The slushing of waves above the moonlighted sea,
The fast beating of our hearts,
The so secretive murmurings,
The decadent lips sharing honey,
The sinuous touches strumming magic
To two aching bodies in paradise;
of two longing souls reaching heaven on earth
in such a sweet discourse.
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It’s Just a Love Song
by Walter Murphy
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