I don’t have any you know
Not me.
They are the stuff of an earlier age
When people thought the world was flat
And things like that.
How about that old one
“Step on a crack and break your mother’s back”
What could be sillier?
I don’t step on them myself but only because
The sidewalk could cave in
Weak structure and all that.
Or bad luck from walking under a ladder—
Preposterous.
I only avoid them to keep from
Knocking them over.
And who with all his marbles
Crosses his fingers in hopes of winning
A game of chance?
Poppycock
My fingers get itchy at such times
And a couple of crossings relieves my itch.
No superstitions are from a
Bygone era
When we had little knowledge of the world
And the laws of physics.
Why do some people still pray
And engage in or sorts of activities
When they board an airplane?
I leave everything up to the pilot
And the weather people
And air traffic controllers
They are the real pros
My rabbit’s foot has nothing
To do with flying—
Can’t a guy enjoy something
Fuzzy once in a while?
...not idiosyncrasy' quirk...touch wood...appreciate the ridiculous
mannerism and peculiar behaviour of your humorous and a very
well written poem....and "still pray"....Back from Australian Open
can say...the emotional-physical-mental tension of tennis court
side's is trully breeding ground of quirks...tics...strange rituals...
Convenient little lies and old wives tales. Making for some great literature in its time. Who hasn't said, "Now I lay me down to sleep,…" All to indoctrinate children and make them, "believe," instead of thinking. Your poem gets right to the point of the problem. Superstitious minds hold back human progress and keep us locked in to old, long proven false, attitudes.
May your poetry cut through the crap and set these superstitions free!
Ha ha ha!!! I needed a laugh! Got me: "Can’t a guy enjoy something
Fuzzy once in a while?" So... you don't keep the rabbit's foot for luck; more for... reminiscence. Now we know... :-)
I do not believe in superstitions as it is the same as believing in luck...and I do not believe in luck because everything that happens is a result of something else and what we do or what others do. That would be the same as gambling where the mathematical odds combined with so knowledge and skill come into play. But as a believer in God, I still do not pray before boarding a plane but if we were in mid-flight and entered a bad storm I might be found praying real hard. Great write, Edward.
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mannerism and peculiar behaviour of your humorous and a very
well written poem....and "still pray"....Back from Australian Open
can say...the emotional-physical-mental tension of tennis court
side's is trully breeding ground of quirks...tics...strange rituals...
and find superstitious links,
but I wouldn't do it,
because you're jinxed.
Another gut buster,
Michael D.
May your poetry cut through the crap and set these superstitions free!
Ron
Fuzzy once in a while?" So... you don't keep the rabbit's foot for luck; more for... reminiscence. Now we know... :-)
and got bitten by a "Pitbull" escorting him.......
Peace be with you Ed kool write
William