On Healing

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There are wounds that we can see and others invisible to the naked eye, but both can make us cry.

Physical wounds leave tell-tale scars on the body. Physic wounds hide in the head, leaving the victim with a constant state of dread.

Faith can cure both and raise the dead

A Sonnet To Sneezing

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Devotees of the sneeze are polite society refugees

They think a sneeze is nothing more than a wet breeze

But, as you and I know, the explosion is a bacterial bomb

And when it’s in your face it’s hard to remain calm

Students of sneezing advise you do so on your elbow

and other ways that are considered apropos

But sometimes there’s nothing you can do

and a sneeze escapes like a lion from the zoo

Because you sneeze doesn’t mean that you have a disease

it could mean a lot of things like an allergy to cheese

I know people who every time they sneeze they have to pee

Sometimes it’s a humorous sight to see

In summary, we all really should agree

that sneezing is a fact of life in any company


Jonesing for Slang?

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Let’s shoot the breeze and spill the beans until the cows come home. We can pig out on a piece of cake and do the Aztec two-step in a public velodrome. 

It doesn’t always take an ace up your sleeve to deceive, you can make people believe you’re the next best thing to sliced bread, if you use your head. It’s all systems go when you have a bird in hand for a one-night stand.

Just go along for the ride when people think your snide, don’t hide. Slang is here to stay – like rock and roll – it isn’t going away.

An Ode To Spirits

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Here’s to the Angel’s Share of Irish spirits which inspires scribes to sing of their merits!

Long may aged whiskey be praised as the nectar of gods in the pantheon of booze.

Hear me then, alcoholic spirits!

The path to heaven is near, and it’s not a from a low-calorie beer. The whiskey spirits that reside in an aged oak barrel are potent and playful when near.

Libations to ancient drunken deities have made the daily worship of spirits a man’s right. A great excuse for a party every night.

Hail to whiskey spirits everywhere! ‘Tis of thee, I sing.

Blind Faith

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How can faith be blind when its entwined with your heart and mind?

Have you never seen a miracle, or had a magic moment of strength in trying times? Or read between the lines for hopeful signs?

The ability to have faith, when all else fails, makes for inspiring tales.

You don’t have to hold or see faith, it’s embedded in your heart in a safe place. Summoned, it gives you hope where there is no trace with a reassuring embrace.

Yet, some believe blind faith can lead us down the wrong path in life, leaving us with only strife.

Love Is A Rose

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The tricky part of love, as new lovers know, is what makes love continue to grow?

First love is like a red rose in bloom. It’s essence, an intoxicating perfume. But it comes with a warning that if the rose wilts: there’ll be thorns that draw blood and tears. Rejection is a hidden fear.

Love through the years is an obtainable goal when soul mates nurture that first rose with mutual respect and open devotion juxtaposed.

Lovers that learn the secret to staying in love still see stars in one another’s eyes, and know that they are each others prize.

Growing Up

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Growing up is a paradox. A mystery to me.

An oddity with its inconsistency, because aging is both a gift and a curse.

Innocence and youth combine in exploration through a vivid imagination. No restraints on the confines of reality. No door closed. No thought unthinkable.

As age settles in, our experiences in the real world become mundane, as we learn that too much imagination may lead to people thinking we’re insane.

Doors once open to the mind, disappear in the daily grind. Bogged down by hard science and reality. Lost in logic and banality. Unoriginality is the final casualty.