TWO POINTS SHORT
03 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
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You have to know that no matter how good you are and how many wonderful deeds you do in your life, when you come to knock on St Peter’s gate, he will greet you with such grace, he will look up your score and let you know that you are one of the best, but you are just two points short. As you turn to walk the other way, you may remember This Poem.
TWO POINTS SHORT
You do not need to know who I am to hear my voice.
I am obscured from you by an absolute choice.
You may want to start spending your efforts and your time
But if you do the meaning will be lost in the rhyme
Getting old and realizing your name becomes the focus of the day
You haven’t lost it; it is just located further back than you can say,
Having your bloated body plucked, sucked, poked, and rolled in a loop
Life has become centered on the waking moments giving way to pee and poop
You wonder and wander back to a remembered time when you were the king of the ball
You remember it well, that foggy hog stealing your memory; all
Changing the order of things blocking thoughts, ideas, and dreams
You are strapped to the mattress, but they don’t have your mind, but neither do you.
It can’t be night again, what happened to the events of the day, your debut
Was it yesterday or the day before when you arrived here in this cave, a tunnel of being?
Peace and hopelessness resigned, calming your mind leaving your ears to ring.
You have given of your time and moved along as they have prescribed,
Where’s the light at the end of this event. You’ve certainly tried.
Ahh, here is the help, here is the light, it shines on somewhere; it is waiting for you.
You see the light shining in prisms, you and the others in the room, here’s your crew
You move towards the line that is forming, as you are whisked along to the front
You are the center of attention. Are you the only one?
You hear the voices discussing all that you have done.
Your deeds, contributions, indications, hesitations, retributions and tribulations
Your strivings generate peace through instruction, love through modeling, contributions
Your prerequisite for truth and honesty shine through the assemblage piled high
Your cooperation in matters concerning the masses is legendary, essential, will never die
Your quest for trustworthiness and loyalty among all is illuminated time and time again
Your visions and hope for humanity won prizes, awards and claims a distinction; Bien.
Your responsibility towards justice and mercy for all mankind gave you benevolence
Your charity and kindness have been rewarded by never keeping us in suspense,
But through the loving, guiding, teaching, training, giving, hoping, and caring,
Doing and saying the right thing came as naturally as the load you were bearing
You find out you are two points short for eternity’s entrance fee.
Pearly Gates sure looked good all along the way, the ones now you can actually see.
No entrance fee dear soul not for you or me, go back, do it again for an eternity.
Thank You Poem to Sheila by Dea Warming
12 Dec 2009 Leave a Comment
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I got the mail and to my surprise
A box addressed to me
I hurried back with it in tow
So anxious just to see
What could it be, I couldn’t guess
What my thoughtful friend could send
I’m running now, back to the house
Will this driveway ever end??
I’m in the house now and wouldn’t you know
There’s a ringing from the phone
Hey, I have a gift I want to see
Could you please leave me alone??
So, I picked it up and said “Hello”
Who could this person be?
Oh what a thrill, I’m happy now
They’re from AARP
Just think of it, at lower cost
Because I’m old is why
This life insurance will set me up
But only if I die
I said, “No thanks”, my plan’s to live
They said, “You never know!”
With the slightest chill upon my voice
I said, “I have to go”.
So, here I sit with box in hand
Excitement begins to grow
From this unexpected thoughtfulness
From a friend I’m blessed to know
So I pull on the box
It’s taped quite well
My heart is pounding now
I lift the lid, I peek inside
“A Lady Bug, Oh WOW”!!!!
I’ll cherish this for all my days
This gift my friend has sent
I’m feeling good and feeling loved
Which I know was your intent.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!
Today’s Bits and Pieces: I’ll Try Again Tomorrow
27 Dec 2008 2 Comments
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“Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying…I will try again tomorrow.”
Today’s Bits and Pieces: An Irish Blessing
27 Dec 2008 1 Comment
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“Being happy doesn’t mean everything’s perfect, It means you’ve decided to see beyond the imperfections”An Irish Blessing –
Today’s Bits and Pieces: SPARKLE AND SHINE
27 Dec 2008 Leave a Comment
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“People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within” Elisabeth Kubler Ross M.D.
Bits and Pieces From:Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi
10 Dec 2008 Leave a Comment
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Be Sun, in tenderness and mercy
Be Night, cover of disgrace
Be Stream, in gracious and generosity
Be Dead, in anger and nervousness
Be Earth, in humility and modesty
EITHER SEEM AS YOU ARE OR BE AS YOU SEEM
Come, no matter what you are,
Whether atheist or sun worshiper
Whether you’ve backslid a thousand times,
Come, no matter what you are.
Thank you for sending this Anna in Istanbul.
Bits and Pieces: TWO POINTS SHORT
11 Sep 2008 Leave a Comment
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TWO POINTS SHORT: A Poem for Wilmer
You do not need to know who I am to hear my voice.
I am obscured from you by an absolute choice.
You may want to start spending your efforts and your time
But if you do the meaning will be lost in the rhyme
Getting old and realizing your name becomes the focus of the day
You haven’t lost it; it is just located further back than you can say,
Having your bloated body plucked, sucked, poked, and rolled in a loop
Life has become centered on the waking moments giving way to pee and poop
You wonder and wander back to a remembered time when you were the king of the ball
You remember it well, that foggy hog stealing your memory; all
Changing the order of things blocking thoughts, ideas, and dreams
You are strapped to the mattress, but they don’t have your mind, but neither do you.
It can’t be night again, what happened to the events of the day, your debut
Was it yesterday or the day before when you arrived here in this cave, a tunnel of being?
Peace and hopelessness resigned, calming your mind leaving your ears to ring.
You have given of your time and moved along as they have prescribed,
Where’s the light at the end of this event. You’ve certainly tried.
Ahh, here is the help, here is the light, it shines on somewhere; it is waiting for you.
You see the light shining in prisms, you and the others in the room, here’s your crew
You move towards the line that is forming, as you are whisked along to the front
You are the center of attention. Are you the only one?
You hear the voices discussing all that you have done.
Your deeds, contributions, indications, hesitations, retributions and tribulations
Your strivings generate peace through instruction, love through modeling, contributions
Your prerequisite for truth and honesty shine through the assemblage piled high
Your cooperation in matters concerning the masses is legendary, essential, will never die
Your quest for trustworthiness and loyalty among all is illuminated time and time again
Your visions and hope for humanity won prizes, awards and claims a distinction; Bien.
Your responsibility towards justice and mercy for all mankind gave you benevolence
Your charity and kindness have been rewarded by never keeping us in suspense,
But through the loving, guiding, teaching, training, giving, hoping, and caring,
Doing and saying the right thing came as naturally as the load you were bearing
You find out you are two points short for eternity’s entrance fee.
Pearly Gates sure looked good all along the way, the ones now you can actually see.
No entrance fee dear soul not for you or me, go back, do it again for an eternity.
