gone are the days
of hectic schedules
a distant memory
Let's weigh in on all the people out there trying to lose weight
The makeup of our bodies we have had a long time to create
If it is easy to shed those unwanted pounds the task would be simple to do
The solution to the problem is always the same eat less, more exercise, a statement that always rings true
We as a society want results immediately, a pill for pain, a burger for your hunger
Losing weight is a long journey, not a one-day wonder
How do you achieve success, look at your job, school , marriage, hard work is what got you there
The rewards for this in weight loss are better health and a body that will thank you without those extra pounds it has to bear
An increase in stamina so you can enjoy life and what it has to offer even more
A whole new world awaits if we stop indulging in those quick weight loss companies who happily take your money than ask for more
Use your hard-earned cash to invest in yourself by joining a gym
You can achieve what you want in life, believe in yourself, and start down the road to being slim and trim
Love is given but respect is earned
Remember that lest you be burned
Every life lesson ends in pain
But the knife stops just short of the vein
Another attempt in vain
But there is a small blood stain
My heart is a massacre, mind a disaster
And the tears fall ever faster
When my own words are the gun
There is no longer anywhere to run
At the beautiful fountain the water runs red
Gushing from my body so I wonder if I'm dead
When everything fades to deepest black
Perhaps to the scarlet hue of a heart attack
Or perhaps the knife did me in in the end
I spent so long fighting not to break I forgot how to bend
And as the clouds part I feel the sunlit beam
Chasing away shadows with a beautiful dream
And in despair with tears in my eyes
I scrubbed at them and their terrible lies
But the sweet embrace of the light
Filling my heart with fight
At Death's door I could make this right
And survive to see another night
Yesterday's pain is tomorrow's gains
As night fades and the moon wanes
A loving hand on my shoulder
Guiding me I felt bolder
And as I remember how the fire burned
My love is given and my respect is earned
et·y·mo·log·i·cal
adjective
relating to the origin and historical development of words and their meanings:
"an etymological dictionary" · "the etymological roots of the word are of interest."
I earned a name quite a few years ago.
The name is Adam Barha.
I do not even know if that has incurred a spelling mistake or not.
But it is truly the noun, proper enough, not the adjective.
9:34 AM
Sunday, January 14, 2024
When change is hard earned,
We know hard lessons have been learned,
And we are less likely to get burned,
By the kind of change we have earned,
When we forget that time served,
In giving minds time to be changed,
For or against the change that is proposed,
Lest the winds of change cannot be tamed,
To blow in a different direction than first planned,
As the seeds for change that we wish to be planted,
Don't always come from hearts and minds, opened,
Enough, to see that some seeds are not fit to be planted,
And to the wind should be scattered,
So, dreams that mattered,
Are given a chance to be implemented,
Before they are shattered.
Oh what a beautiful morning
The sun is shining bright
If they told me I won a million dollars
I couldn't exhibit more delight
It's one of those days, full of fun
Filled with happiness and joy
Just found out I'm the proud poppa
Of a bouncing baby boy
Sorry, just recalling what it was like
Back in my younger days
When everything was new and exciting
Life in it's opening phase
Oh to go back and experience it again
Wondrous days of my youth
Wait a minute, might want to reconsider
If you really want to know the truth
To go through all the good times again
Have to also go through the bad
Perhaps instead I'll forget about all that
And just appreciate what I had
Oh what a beautiful morning
The sun is shining bright
Never earned a big bunch of dollars
But happy at bedtime each night
I am thankful to the universe for it's love and support
I will harness your endless supply of energy
And destroy the destroyers of worlds
I never forgot dear fog what my enemies said when they trampled on me
Isn't it nice the way things never end where they are supposed to end
Every breath I take is not in vain we must all produce the results for all in glory or in death
We shall prosper and achieve
Wealth, happiness, victory is all guaranteed follow our cause follow your joy
At last, when my soul shall find its rest,
And I shall relish those days of consolation
When someone says I have met the test
I am worthy of my well-earned station,
I’ll sigh, well, I escaped hell and damnation.
Of course, I never expected such a fate
To be cast down for living the life I chose,
Considering Father kept the pearly gates
And saw fit, to my benefit, never to disclose
All the unsavory things I chose not to depose.
Not that I am unlike most fellows I know
Who even at their best occasionally strayed,
And, like me, in their younger days, though,
Were not so squeaky clean as they portrayed,
Whose best sides all were a tiny bit frayed.
Written February 6, 2022
His grace returned
Beautiful messenger of one
Delivered beyond
Hidden away
With much to say
When searching to stand
Proved we can
Safely within his land
God expanded beyond our hands
Protected our forever
Like our precious Mother
Dispersion
Excursion
Deeper
A receiver
Through every color
Delivered God honor
Setting the mood
As the world views
Globalism cleared as her crystal prism
Gained through God wisdom
My Lord believes in thee
Our love of spirits are free
The colors opened up my artist mind and made her cry.
With delight, enthusiasm pouring down my body.
Which is svelte, tall, the fragrance of cherry blossoms.
The creatures here are asexual, so there is no pressure.
My utopia is a stress-free zone, where all cares are gone.
Misery, heartbreak and grief are not allowed in this wonderland.
We each live in our own pod, nurturing ourselves in soul satisfaction.
Ideas parade up and down my author’s mind day and night.
I pick up a canvas and begin to paint. The next pod is singing.
She has a gorgeous voice, and I can elect to hear or not to hear.
You heard me right. We can put each other’s pods on mute.
I have muted the other guy’s pod. He is clog dancing day and night.
I see his larger pod shaking, but no longer have to listen to his taps.
Cinnamon sugar toast is ready, brought to me with a side of bananas.
Warm and toasty! My guy's name is Serve. He is assigned only to me.
I have cold chocolate milk, hot coffee or orange juice he offers.
I am lying in the land of my dreams, without any cares or woes.
If I had known Utopia was this terrific, I would have died sooner.
Mom, you were the emotional glue
that held together a family, of thirteen children,
and a husband back from two wars with
post-traumatic stress disorder,
that left him with a drunken disposition.
Teaching us how to enjoy life
you'd played with us, worked with us,
defended us and cried with us,
making our lives tolerable
despite dad's drinking.
You were a remarkable woman,
strong as steel with a heart of gold.
Teaching me to love myself,
you saved me
from sinking into a deep depression
fueled by self-hate and fear.
You were my mom, my friend, my hero,
and my muse; now you're my angel in heaven.
May your soul rest in paradise forever mom,
you've earned it!
(Free Verse)
07/02/2020
Trust Is Earned
An Opinion: by Tom
3/6/2020
Congress has become a valley of vipers,
each person has an agenda of their own.
From the halls of congress some lurk as snipers,
sharing ideas causing others bemoan.
Opinion polls show us that they're not trusted,
many voters trade their vote for something free.
Each morning's news leaves me highly disgusted,
with most of their doings many disagree.
This election cycle hasn't brought out the best,
from the very start many had no appeal.
Promises made will soon be put to the test,
promising free stuff most always seals the deal.
“When they call the roll in the Senate,
the Senators do not know whether to answer,
“present” or Not Guilty.”
Theodore Roosevelt
According to Sigmund Keeple
Bad things happen to good people
The Karma rule
Whacks the cruel
Like lightning striking a steeple
Whispers from a golden sycamore,
it willingly dispenses green leaf secrets to us souls in autumn phase.
Branches creak but somehow never break despite the brittle onslaughts from an ever changing volatile environment.
Sagacious watchdogs for all seasons whose edges blur with every global warming or zero arctic plummet.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, surreal reckless slideshows... sideshows upon a wider world that’s scrambling to catchup.
Yet these stoic trees endure our wantoness so bravely,
the foiled attempts at damage limitation, those madcap retro schemes that flop like couch potatoes on a sofa.
Tall and proud they stand with stout forbearance.
Why not give your favorite tree a well-earned hug?
nearing the end I've decided to urn my life
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