The thing is (my opinion on stuff as I think about it, some heavy, some light)
- Thread starter Gary O'
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Y’know?
It’s so so very easy for me to mix it up
Growing up, it was fun
Youth has these challenges
I met most face on
It can follow one thru young adulthood
Boxing is no cure…thought it might be
A verbal skirmish is just a weak compromise
But it’s the same thing, really
Heh, even got paid to do that
Thought I got good at it
Pride is such a disguised enabler
Get old enough, you come to some determinations, some real values, seems
People, any, are of immeasurable value
Maybe they don’t even know it
Don’t matter
I know it
Sometimes I revert to my old ways
It disgusts me
I don’t hate myself for it
I just get sickened, low in spirit, then angry
Butchering wood helps
Then I swear, never again
When ‘again’ happens, I do more swearing, in earnest
I am very sorry to have brought myself so low to have verbally skirmished with anyone here, including Ric…known here as Traveler
Nobody needs that, nobody, not in this day
There’s plenty of travail to circle the globe all by itself without my assistance
This was me
This needs to be me
I like that me;
Those of whom I’ve hurt here, in any way…please forgive me
You don't have to tell me, just do it in yer heart
Tomorrow, I butcher wood
keep a fire
It’s so so very easy for me to mix it up
Growing up, it was fun
Youth has these challenges
I met most face on
It can follow one thru young adulthood
Boxing is no cure…thought it might be
A verbal skirmish is just a weak compromise
But it’s the same thing, really
Heh, even got paid to do that
Thought I got good at it
Pride is such a disguised enabler
Get old enough, you come to some determinations, some real values, seems
People, any, are of immeasurable value
Maybe they don’t even know it
Don’t matter
I know it
Sometimes I revert to my old ways
It disgusts me
I don’t hate myself for it
I just get sickened, low in spirit, then angry
Butchering wood helps
Then I swear, never again
When ‘again’ happens, I do more swearing, in earnest
I am very sorry to have brought myself so low to have verbally skirmished with anyone here, including Ric…known here as Traveler
Nobody needs that, nobody, not in this day
There’s plenty of travail to circle the globe all by itself without my assistance
This was me
This needs to be me
I like that me;
Those of whom I’ve hurt here, in any way…please forgive me
You don't have to tell me, just do it in yer heart
Tomorrow, I butcher wood
keep a fire
What’s left…. in this life
Whenever it happened, I can’t put a finger on, but, not long back, I came to a conclusion.
I’ll not learn much more in this life.
It’s time to savor what I have learned, and maybe share.
A thirty something lad down the path has a gift.
He’s a mental sponge
Hands that keep pace with is mind
I never had that
Thing is, he’s a bit smug about it
Not obnoxious
But
That smugness is there
I so want to tell him, let him know….use the gift you’ve been given…enjoy it…..but be a bit humble about it.
Don’t conjure humility
Come to know why
It’ll happen
I will share this over coffee with him tomorrow
What he does with it, I hope to see…in this life
Whenever it happened, I can’t put a finger on, but, not long back, I came to a conclusion.
I’ll not learn much more in this life.
It’s time to savor what I have learned, and maybe share.
A thirty something lad down the path has a gift.
He’s a mental sponge
Hands that keep pace with is mind
I never had that
Thing is, he’s a bit smug about it
Not obnoxious
But
That smugness is there
I so want to tell him, let him know….use the gift you’ve been given…enjoy it…..but be a bit humble about it.
Don’t conjure humility
Come to know why
It’ll happen
I will share this over coffee with him tomorrow
What he does with it, I hope to see…in this life
hollydolly
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Gary...just to make you smile this morning....
Aunt Bea
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“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.” - Ernest Hemingway
(Grin)
♪To All the burls I’ve Loved before ♪
I try to paint a picture of what I think with just words
It’s a fun little challenge for me
However
Of late, strolling thru the woods, I see things
You know, a picture is worth a thousand words (I settle for 10 or 12)
It even happens in town
Like getting my favorite coffee
This is how I feel after that first sip
In the woods, it’s not so obvious, but to me, it’s there
These are things I see while peeing;
Cat’s face squeezing out of a tree
Old man’s face, hung on a tree
maybe WC Fields
Momma bear, touching noses with her cub
(OK, that’s obscure…but…to me….it’s right there)
I know, I know, I’ve been ‘out there’ a bit too long
But, hey, maybe just not long enough
I try to paint a picture of what I think with just words
It’s a fun little challenge for me
However
Of late, strolling thru the woods, I see things
You know, a picture is worth a thousand words (I settle for 10 or 12)
It even happens in town
Like getting my favorite coffee
This is how I feel after that first sip
In the woods, it’s not so obvious, but to me, it’s there
These are things I see while peeing;
Cat’s face squeezing out of a tree
Old man’s face, hung on a tree
maybe WC Fields
Momma bear, touching noses with her cub
(OK, that’s obscure…but…to me….it’s right there)
I know, I know, I’ve been ‘out there’ a bit too long
But, hey, maybe just not long enough
Funny, seems everbody I’ve run in to, that has an upcoming scuffle looming, has an in with a biker gang.
As if all they need to do is drop a dime and here they all come, roaring up, asking where they can beat on someone.
Geez, that gets old
In jail, there’s always mention of an old one armed guy that can roll a cigarette better than factory made.
That guy musta been a career criminal, ‘cause he really got around.
It’s interesting confab, though…the first couple times.
All I do is write about ever day folk, they seem waaaay more interesting than some hoary biker dude, or even a talented transradial amputee.
S’pose I could….but I won’t…ever
Guess that's jus' me
homer simpson tree ...eyebrows have been added...
hah!
RadishRose
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wow!
considering......
Doing without
Can’t
Life is too short
Actually, it’s too long if doing without
Not talking ‘things’
No, I’m talking events, happenings
Not going anywhere to some shindig
No, just the daily events that happen right by me, right out the door, or even just in the heart
I’ve taken the opportunity to capture some mighty nice sunrises
Some pics of our natural realm
Loved doing it
Yet, I missed them
Too busy with the camera
Had some mighty glorious events occur today
And I just watched
Didn’t run to the camera, fiddling with settings
Just watched
I’m gonna do more of that
Not gonna do without
Life, long or short... is just too good to miss
Doing without
Can’t
Life is too short
Actually, it’s too long if doing without
Not talking ‘things’
No, I’m talking events, happenings
Not going anywhere to some shindig
No, just the daily events that happen right by me, right out the door, or even just in the heart
I’ve taken the opportunity to capture some mighty nice sunrises
Some pics of our natural realm
Loved doing it
Yet, I missed them
Too busy with the camera
Had some mighty glorious events occur today
And I just watched
Didn’t run to the camera, fiddling with settings
Just watched
I’m gonna do more of that
Not gonna do without
Life, long or short... is just too good to miss
I can so relate Gary, spent time over the past years fiddling with my camera when I could have cherished the moment of a grizzly glistening in the sun or other awesome nature views. Now, if it's convenient I'll go for it, if not...I just soak it in. :sentimental:
A thread on friends got me to thinking
I’ve got thousands of acquaintances
They are nice, very nice
A comfort
Nothing heavy, just a luxury, a delight, a sometimes shared commonality
And fill many a void on this often stoic planet
But what is a friend?
What is a true friend?
How many have I really got of those?
Guess I’ve been just as guilty as anyone, the way I flagrantly use that term
Came to this;
A friend is already a true friend
They become friends thru fire and ice, so ‘true’ becomes a given,
just an extra word for what already is
I’d rather shovel shit in a ditch with a friend than dine on fine food in the finest of eateries with anyone else
Why? You ask
Because anyone else will be a tad uncomfortable and too conscious of self, and even you,
wherever you may be
…and will never opt to be in that ditch
Whereas a friend will shovel right alongside
Oh, he may flick a bit on you, and remark that you obviously can’t shovel shit with a shit shovel, but there he’ll be, laughing as hard as you, reveling in what others cannot imagine
Because a friend will be there, has been there, will continue to be….there, no matter where
A friend is of more value than fine gold
More a rare amalgam of steel and grit, as one only becomes a friend from trials by fire
Not just show
As far as how many?
One can have too many, it seems
Not everbody can be ‘there’
It’d get crowded
I have one
It’s plenty
Just reread his email he sent yesterday
Made me smile
I’ve got thousands of acquaintances
They are nice, very nice
A comfort
Nothing heavy, just a luxury, a delight, a sometimes shared commonality
And fill many a void on this often stoic planet
But what is a friend?
What is a true friend?
How many have I really got of those?
Guess I’ve been just as guilty as anyone, the way I flagrantly use that term
Came to this;
A friend is already a true friend
They become friends thru fire and ice, so ‘true’ becomes a given,
just an extra word for what already is
I’d rather shovel shit in a ditch with a friend than dine on fine food in the finest of eateries with anyone else
Why? You ask
Because anyone else will be a tad uncomfortable and too conscious of self, and even you,
wherever you may be
…and will never opt to be in that ditch
Whereas a friend will shovel right alongside
Oh, he may flick a bit on you, and remark that you obviously can’t shovel shit with a shit shovel, but there he’ll be, laughing as hard as you, reveling in what others cannot imagine
Because a friend will be there, has been there, will continue to be….there, no matter where
A friend is of more value than fine gold
More a rare amalgam of steel and grit, as one only becomes a friend from trials by fire
Not just show
As far as how many?
One can have too many, it seems
Not everbody can be ‘there’
It’d get crowded
I have one
It’s plenty
Just reread his email he sent yesterday
Made me smile
a version of it will be there (gotta consider the defamation thing)...... my 'friend'
That book has become a multi-headed monster
At some point I gotta let it go and call it done
I'm sending portions here and there to publishers to see if I can get a rise
Aunt Bea
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A little story
There was a girl
A blind girl
Her blindness caused her to hate most everything and everyone
Except her boyfriend
He asked her to marry him
She said she would, but couldn’t bring herself to that
Because of her blindness
Not long after, someone donated a pair of eyes to her
She could see!
The first thing she did, was rush to her boyfriend
And, looked in his face
His eyes were closed
She hadn’t realized he too was blind
He asked her again to marry him
She just couldn’t
His blindness reminded her too much of her past malady
They went their separate ways
Later in life, she found out it was his eyes that were donated
I have learned that folks, all folks, are lessons, living lessons
We oftentimes learn those lessons
But only when we see through their eyes
There was a girl
A blind girl
Her blindness caused her to hate most everything and everyone
Except her boyfriend
He asked her to marry him
She said she would, but couldn’t bring herself to that
Because of her blindness
Not long after, someone donated a pair of eyes to her
She could see!
The first thing she did, was rush to her boyfriend
And, looked in his face
His eyes were closed
She hadn’t realized he too was blind
He asked her again to marry him
She just couldn’t
His blindness reminded her too much of her past malady
They went their separate ways
Later in life, she found out it was his eyes that were donated
I have learned that folks, all folks, are lessons, living lessons
We oftentimes learn those lessons
But only when we see through their eyes
terry123
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Dammit
I've got this flash temper
The last few years I've pretty much had it under control
But it raises it's ugly head from time to time
Lately it's pretty sequestered to blatant ignorance
Not just ignorance
But when one gets a sneering challenge of credence from what you state, and it's completely based on ignorance...it irks the hell outa me
I don't feel any better after writing this
I think I'll lift some weights
I've got this flash temper
The last few years I've pretty much had it under control
But it raises it's ugly head from time to time
Lately it's pretty sequestered to blatant ignorance
Not just ignorance
But when one gets a sneering challenge of credence from what you state, and it's completely based on ignorance...it irks the hell outa me
I don't feel any better after writing this
I think I'll lift some weights
Ever weep?
I've been rather stoic most my life
There's been times I wanted to cry...jus' couldn't muster up anything
I think I've missed out
Not terribly long ago I had a good one
Felt good
Seems it's much like washing a load of clothes
The rinse cycle, rinsing out all the dreck outa one's soul
Happy tears too
Kinda gives one a mental/spiritual freshness
Think I saw Dad go thru this
He never cried any, ever...until his 80s
Can't wait 'til the spin cycle
I've been rather stoic most my life
There's been times I wanted to cry...jus' couldn't muster up anything
I think I've missed out
Not terribly long ago I had a good one
Felt good
Seems it's much like washing a load of clothes
The rinse cycle, rinsing out all the dreck outa one's soul
Happy tears too
Kinda gives one a mental/spiritual freshness
Think I saw Dad go thru this
He never cried any, ever...until his 80s
Can't wait 'til the spin cycle