Through Back Thursday, Revisiting the archives, TBT
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“Fool me seven times, shame on you. Fool me eight or more times, shame on me” Amy Futurama
Fool me Once, or a Few more Times
I may look like the fool
But I am actually cool
I may act like a tool
But I got schooled
So don’t be too cruel
And abide by this rule
Fool me once
I will bounce
Fool me twice
Oh, you got spice!
Fool me a few more times
And I will show you in rhymes
How you have to show your dimes
And pay, for your crimes
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“If you’re going through hell, keep going” Winston Churchill
Highway to Hell
You are on
The fast track
The last track
On a highway
To hell
Intensive pressure
Needing a refresher
Competitive pursuit
Of fame and fortune
Dancing to someone else’s flute
May end up a misfortune
If not stopping
Until you drop
The smart life
The simple life
The only life
You should choose
Before your goose
Is cooked
And you will loose
And get hooked
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“Boxing is real easy. Life is much harder” Floyd Mayweather, Jr.
Life is a Boxing Match
The gloves are on
The arena awaits you
From the illusion of winning
Your head is spinning
The chanting getting louder
You’re feeling prouder
The plan was a clean fight
No hitting below the belt
The deal fitting your own self
No more time for flight
The crowd is cheering
You are leering
At the ding of the gong
The fight is on
Dancing around
Pulling punches
No one going down
The referee announces
No one is winning
It is time
To up the ante
The gloves come off
The game now on
You start to scoff
Your mind’s set only on the con
Spitting out words of slander
Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander
Hair being torn
Nails like thorns
Feeling the scorn
Scratching, screaming
Ending only in
Real blood and tearing
No one is winning
It is time
For plan C
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“If you don’t like me, fine. It’s not my job to make you happy”
I may not be Everyone’s Cup of Tea, but I am Someone’s Double Vodka
You dont have to like me
Or be my friend
I am not looking for a life partner
Just someone to understand
If you expect to mend
And change my existence
I’d rather you just pretend
Then try to fix it
Somewhere
Someone
Is buying
What I am
Selling
I may not be
Your cup of tea
But surely some one
Prefers me
As their double vodka
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“Life is not simple, and people can’t be boxed into being either heroes or villains” Jessica Hagedorn
Put Me in a Box, Why don’t You
I may no be the hero type
Or match your idea of a villain
You think I am a complete zero hype
Because I caused you a chilling
Just because in your grand plan
I did not win the grand slam
Stuff me in the smallest locker
It isn’t such a shocker
It’s not the obstacle, it’s a mild hindrance
I will seek and find the entrance
Just because
I can never be part of the conventional stock
Always and forever thinking outside the box
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“There are four basic food groups: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles” ~Author Unknown
Chocolate is The Answer, Who Cares What the Question is!
You may be iconic
But also diabolic
It’s quite symbolic
To call me a ‘holic
But still I frolic
When I get glycogenic
Pining for your taste
Of the full flavour laced
With truffles
My mouth muffled
When I eat
My favourite treat
My life in dire straits
Would be
Without the traits
You offer me
Oh sweet Chocolate
Thee
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Mistrust is such an Ugly Word
My poor little mistrusting thing
Think ,what joy a friend may bring
Together sharing your precious blings
Laughing when playing in the swing
Trust is a difficult thing
You say quicker than the clock could ding
I am afraid of the sting
Even if it means alone I would sing
Your world may not always be on a string
And you may not always be the king
But if you want that bell to ring
Spread out far your wings
And in the chorus you may sing
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“Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry” Muriel Rukeyser
Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place
I am a poet
But did not know it
Now I am writing
Lyrics without biting
The bullets
My mind to the fullest
Hammering the keyboard
Not a big chore
No, not anymore
Ever since I started
I cannot be parted
From the blank page
That clean slate
Words pouring
My heart roaring
I feel elevated
Totally animated
Full of excitement
I am completely and utterly
Lost in Poetry
A poem a day keeps the Shrink away!
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“There really is no life before the first pot of coffee in the morning”
Coffee, Coffee, Coffee and some more Coffee…
Since the dawn of time when humans first dropped down from the trees and started walking, their first trip must have been to the closest Starbucks for some coffee.
Remember the classic film “2001: A Space Odyssey” and first scene where the prehistoric man is bewildered when a big black block lands before him? What if instead of the monolith a giant cup of coffee would have landed? I think we would have evolved much faster and would be more advanced today if that would have been the case 😉
But let’s move forward in time and to present day.
I have dropped in a quite a few suggestions (read request) in our office “suggestion box“: Add to the list of necessary office supplies an IV drop filled with coffee. Each worker would then be hooked into the IV every morning and during the day; a dedicated person would circulate around the office and re-fill the empty ones.
But seriously, coffee is the one good drug that keeps this world up and running. Here is an example of an ordinary working day:
1st cup: 06.00 AM: Eyes barely open reaching for my glasses on the night stand sniffing for that precious aroma. Nothing yet! Half running downstairs praying the automated coffee maker has not suffered from any kind of electrical stroke during the night and my coffee would be there waiting for me.
It is! Hallelujah let the day begin!
2nd cup: 06.20 AM: Morning ablutions behind me, standing fully clothed ready to take off to work, gulping the second cup of coffee while reaching for the door.
3rd cup: 07.00 AM: In the office, turning on the coffee machine before even reaching for the lights in the darkened office. Impatiently waiting while the machine is making its morning sounds before I can insert my coffee capsule into the damned thing and get my coffee (Note: It’s a double shot just to make sure I don’t run out before I can tackle today’s pile of work).
4th to 6th cup: 08.00 to 11.00 AM: A steady flow of “double shots” for each cup to keep up the pace of the day and a smile on my face.
7th cup: 11.30 AM: A cup of coffee to complement a tasty lunch, of course 😉
8th to 9th cup: 12.00 PM to 02.00 PM: One for each scheduled meeting for the afternoon.
10th (to 11th) cup: 02.15 PM: It is finally time for the afternoon coffee break! (In reality this is a very large cup so guess it counts for two or more…).
12th cup: 03.00 PM: Last squeeze (and cup of coffee) before the day’s work is done!
13th cup: 04.00 PM: Time to leave for home, one more for the road…
14th to Umpteenth cup: 05.00 PM to Midnight: After a full day of work, I managed a full hour of exercise, went grocery shopping and vacuumed the whole house. Albeit I was so perked up from all the coffee I managed to get to bed early (around 2 AM) after cleaning a few closets and taking the dog out three times during the evening for a brisk walk and of course, having a cup of coffee here and there; P
The lesson learned: There is no such thing as too much coffee!
By the way, last time I had my yearly check up at the doctors, the conclusion was: there was far too much blood in my caffeine circulation!
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“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow” Gilbert K. Chesterton
When it Rains it Pours
The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours
Rantings Of A Third Kind 