Words B Word, Right?. Cathy Lorraine Bagley MD

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СКАЧАТЬ Moon

      Daylight moon; no stars… To its right, sun’s setting still two fingers in front of eyes distance from the horizon; To its left, wispy clouds attempting to envelope a proud moon showing before night has turned.

       Poor Miss Sun

       never gripes sharing

       her already crowded cloud-peppered sky with Mr. Moon,

       who without permission,

       comes uninvited intruding

       to usurp day when only night’s debut he’s earned.

       Were she to try a similar stunt,

      Mr. Moon would be bent out of shape

       into a crescent before his lunar time.

      Such a premature contortion might render earth shattering consequences! Just goes to show how Mr. can get away with anything without concern while Ms must contain herself repressing curiousity, selfish thoughts. That he has his way at night and many times during day, makes it hard to discern

      fairness in a universe called balanced

      where lop-sided’s reported as straight,

      opposite but equal means half’s got the advantage;

      a sun must bed by nightfall while a moon can stay up late.

       Sun’s a human finger’s distance away from the horizon now…

      Mr. Moon’s happier; his counterpart will soon disappear.

      Alone, he can then enjoy memories of daylight in starless skies.

      A most worthy opponent will be casted out of the spotlight

      casted by night’s twinkling, capturing the fascination of upward gazing guest sighs.

       Hail daylight moon without accompanying stars

       feeling on top of the world

       as he wears the rest of the universe like a crown on his head.

       But at his bottom always lies a sun

       reclaiming her thrown for there is always daylight somewhere.

      Gift In A Leopard Print Box

      Gift In A Leopard Print Box

      Just wrap up some love

       packed in a leopard print box.

       Then from Heaven above

       get Angels to carry away rocks

       that have tripped me

       and slipped me

       up all through my life.

       Then set my feet straight

       so I’ll tumble no more.

       God how I’d hate

       to fall down like before.

       Life’s dropped me so

       much my head really spins.

       And I do not know

       How to flee from my sins.

       God sent His own son

       I’m told to help win

       though death has begun

       to push itself in.

       It’s hard as a woman

       to stand up, be erect.

       When life’s got its plan

       and you aren’t perfect.

       So, send me no gifts

       purchased from designer stores.

       I’ll take one that lifts

       cleansing all of my sores…

       My mind’s sore from disaster. My body’s sore from hard work. My spirit’s sore sometimes ever after. My heart’s sore from love’s lasting jerk.

       Buy me no stuff lasting less than a year. Just love me enough propping me up here and there when I travel. I’ll need constant devotion. Cause a life can unravel when far across an ocean.

      Separated from support,

      distanced from love.

      Forgetting how to resort

      to seeking help from above.

      Pour into me your strength

      during such a dark time.

      When prayer carrying me at length,

      comes through your lips, not mine.

      Gift me the power to endure

      knowing you too tow the line.

      When my pleas can’t procure

      what my soul needs to find.

      Please keep me in mind

       when I’m not in plain view.

       That gift’s the needed kind

       to strengthen and renew.

      Please gift me all I desire

      placing it gently in a leopard print box.

      I solemnly promise no fire,

      storm or determined ox,

      will have advantage over me

      because the thoughtfully loving gift you give

      free of plastic swipe tags - selflessly,

      will aid me through life in breathing as I live!

      Mo-Dad

      Mo-Dad

       Do men tuck nurturing, tenderness into unspeakable places

       looking on when children fall and are bruised with stone faces?

       Society dictates they keep dearer sentiments buried deeply somewhere

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