Showing posts with label adages. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adages. Show all posts

Saturday, October 15, 2022

Time heals




Heavy loads lighten

With deposits and discards

Along the way

The body seems to know


What to do

when cut, shattered, broken

Takes care

of itself, well


Wounds heal, eventually

Even the inside ones

May mend

If treated


Kindly, Rest,

Until ready

to move 

On each step carries

One-One

step further away


From the point

Of impact.

In tact 

You must keep 

walking from Then.


Lighter with Less.

Changed for Good.

Humbled with Life.

Graced by...


Painting by Carl Holsøe, c. 1881-1936 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

Sunday, November 24, 2019

Slang-ing rocks


It's like
they were trying to keep up with the Jones'

Who are They? 
Like the Kardashians?

Okay, no. It's more like 
a bad case of the Me Too's!

The MeToo movement? Who
did what to you?!

No, no. It was all 
about the iWant-

Want what?

A Tesla, an Apple watch, a DNA Test, 
a viral video-

You do not.

No, of course not.
I live for the struggle. 

Your expressions
literally, make no sense to me-

Nonsense! I just hit the side of a barn
like two birds fleeing the hurled stone!

The Jones' barn?

Spot on. 




Image from Missouri History Museum, photographer unknown, dated circa 1901 in Public Domain.

Friday, September 7, 2018

Target practice


One of the most helpful things I have learned
(about myself) is my tendency to
Jump the Gun-

But I can't stand the thought of standing still
while others take aim
and bullets fly.



Image By Ronald N. Keam (awm.gov.au) Austrailian Women's Army Service, Queensland c. 1942 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Net wait


A blessing comes with a curse,
wait and good things will appear,
like whale spouts and comet tails bursting forth,
you will see-eventually.
And chances are 
choices awaiting a verb,
like the other side of the coin
what is tossed in the air,
must plummet to its lowest nadir.

We have seen this played out. Likewise,
such sweeping statements, proverbs and prophecies,
do little for everything-in-all-times, 
yet consistently, this movement tends to
strew the smallest fragments more widely 
distributed across the floor and
atop all the lowest planes, building up-

just as the feather duster spreads its wings,
the timepiece propels one to practice 
gathering oneself more
and in doing so, magnetism must assert 
its basic properties are acuter 
than our elemental bodies
behaving and obeying the laws.

Well, we can only collect our thoughts 
and arrange them in an orderly fashion 
so that they may be 
overlooked,
making more room to move around and since 
wisdom was a woman, things, like elimination, 
we tend to find 
liberating in corners.

Everything here, in a sense shows, 
entropy was a mirror image of 
this empty room, piling up with dunes of dust.
While waiting for change,
chaos was creating 
lines in the sand and
when the wind broke in for one last sweep,
there was nothing to weigh any of us down.

The holes served their purpose. 



Image By A Stieglitz, c. 1899 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.


Sunday, September 17, 2017

Maxim Poetical


Grandma said
                Always wear a bra
                -even to bed.
She said,
                Put liberal
                amounts of lotion on
                everywhere every day.

Grandpa advised
                looking up every-
                thing I did not know
how to use or say
Smile
Grandma warned,
               those are the better lines
               to make.

My heavy skin agrees
                with these
                ad(d)ages.



(This poem was inspired by Lorine Niedeckers' poem, '(A) Poet's Work')


Painting By Mohov Mihail (1819-1903) (Mohov Mihail) [Public domain, Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, January 13, 2017

Add ages


Don't let them tell you
You had just one job,
they always expected more.
They say, Just be yourself,
as though given a choice.
Stand up for yourself.
Don't believe enough is ever enough,
it is only enough.
The first bird and the last owl
awake
are equal aviators
afflicted with (chronic) fomo-curious-itosis.
Silver bullets and linings should help save us
before things change anymore.
We have nothing better to do
than keep busy, make haste and donate
to causes
we make no effect on reason
such as why the wherewithall has
deteriorated and became dilapidated into
three-wheeling metallic adages.
Don't ask. Don't listen. Don’t look Back.
Don't do them.
Reason is revived with hind-
sight. You will see later.
The Truth
will set you free
to follow your heart,
to do what you love,
to be mindful,
to forgive and forget
Thyself
and rest in peace
lying down.
Take it.
Your Time

is up.



Painting by Édouard Manet [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

A bird in the bushes


That sudden moment you realize
in full color,
Everything has changed
dramatically-
As though the view had become slightly altered
-say some trees missing over there-
the skyline is as good a place to start
against which the details are sharp-est
most vivid.
This was the moment
that would be marked
the point of divergence,
a terrain change
ahead.
All is
unforgiving in this light.
I said up and above, bellowing
over heals past keeping pace and you race
to keep flying
toward this shiny chromatic destiny as if it were all the same-
to you,
estranged.
This very moment remains
coveted yet-
unchanged by the bumps and bruises,
fallen limbs and
sin,
regardless
of it always being just

this way.



Image of artwork By Internet Archive Book Images [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Cool as a coloquillialism


Art is no job
do what you love
and the rest will lead you astray
To Art is human
Thou Art That
I think
therefore

I project
and put out there
the Golden Rule
and a silver bullet ricochets
silence is gilt

words will never hurt
but sorry makes the hurt
go away, they say

don't look back
at the distance that enchants
your view

where dreams come true
when dreams do become
better than you imagined

save for your future, spend wisely
save your wisdom for a rainy day
spend your future, it expires today
experience is the mother of wisdom
wisdom is the child of possibility

Don't be penny wise and pound foolish
count your chickens at the table
a pound of pennies
are thoughts all the same

and endings must come,
good or bad are just
consolations
for you and me
soon to be
ancient art-
i-facts.




Painting by Giovanni Boldini [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.


Saturday, January 2, 2016

A morsel of musing


If I were to pinpoint
precisely where and when
it happened
I knew
to follow the line
back to the pole
when I happened upon
a spork in the road.
White on black,
the day as clearly as clouds be,
and plastic albeit,
yet it stopped me, dimeless,
there on my deceased steps,
breath on the line...
In a round-about way, you could say
I was stuck in the smooth palm,
it's well
being surrounded by sharp
tines
to be
deployed in case
the next course
require more-
I am sure, that was the sign
that read
Be ready,
either way.




Image By Jeffqyzt (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Three Sporks.

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