Nine in the morning and St. John's bells ring My absentee ballot hangs from my box The ravens are elsewhere the sparrows sing And hens in the henhouse outfox the fox This seems as good a time as any to Take up my pencil and write this for you
No matter how grumpy or negative One is even poor and alone like me Morning like this is a good time to live One must admit and anyone can see It is better to be alive than dead On the bright side the right side of the tomb
Although I never know what lies ahead Not knowing what lies ahead can be fun I am having tea here in my front room Writing poetry with my cat on me A brand new unknown day has just begun And I can find no reason to complain
Physics over metaphysics today Philosophy tries in vain to explain Psychology drains all the blood away Theology then weeps away the stain I just want to go for a walk and see The pretty ladies check me out and smile
Just such a fine write. My granddaugher Shannon is in college to be a vet, but she has 8 years of schooling ahead but that does not stop her from checking the boys out either. Mother says no going to Phila on a trip with one, and his mother won't let him use the car, so they are not all the time happy.
Steven,
I have always thought of a brand new day as a clean slate. A chance to 'start over'. I love mornings , with the whole day ahead, uncharted and just waiting for me. Excellent poetry!
Boy do I know how that feels. Steven, I don't always review or even read all the poetry that the people I'm tracking write, but I always make a point of reading yours, and it is always insightful, and, honestly, you mean quite a bit to me as well. You have served as my inspiration on many occasions. I write differently than you do, sure, but I think we both write about very important subject matter, and I believe we both have an important message to bring to the world. Keep on writing my friend, I can't wait to see what else you have to share.
There is no better feeling in the world than life. The problem is that so many people, even though they are on the right side of the tomb, don't understand the gift of being alive. So for them, a brand new day spells another day of waiting to die.
Excellent poem Steven. I've missed reading you. ~ Sara
Reviewed by Rukiya Faizah (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2005
I completely love the ending!!! Completely love it. Thanks.
This exceptional book, Celebrating the Gift of Being Alive, has the perfect thoughts and words for birthdays, graduations, engagements, marriages, and any life celebration or family tradition.
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I have always thought of a brand new day as a clean slate. A chance to 'start over'. I love mornings , with the whole day ahead, uncharted and just waiting for me. Excellent poetry!
Many blessings,
~Linda
Boy do I know how that feels. Steven, I don't always review or even read all the poetry that the people I'm tracking write, but I always make a point of reading yours, and it is always insightful, and, honestly, you mean quite a bit to me as well. You have served as my inspiration on many occasions. I write differently than you do, sure, but I think we both write about very important subject matter, and I believe we both have an important message to bring to the world. Keep on writing my friend, I can't wait to see what else you have to share.
Excellent poem Steven. I've missed reading you. ~ Sara
Cheeky ending that made me smile,,,,lol!!
Love Tinka