Age and Its Henchman

Age and its henchman capture victims galore;
Matter not strong or meek… neither rich or poor.
No one has a chance since age will always win,
But the henchman will decide how bad it has been.

Though age is generic its henchman depends
Some experience its curse and rage that it sends.
Others traverse life with ner a touch of its scourge;
Age can welcome its entry as waning moments surge.

This henchman is complex like two sides of a story.
One forces suffering, but the other deserves glory.
So is the tale of age and its henchman called pain.
Without its warnings many an age would be in vain.

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Monday

Monday is one day I maybe could do without.

Has a lot to do with the long work week no doubt.

All the problems I left at the office last week

Are still on my desk and oh how they reek.

Between phone messages and emails it's a disaster.

No matter how fast I resolve them they grow even faster.

One client is so angry he is going to sue me.

I lost money on him and didn't know even he knew me.

My secretary went home sick and I have a hunch

That more can go wrong and it's still before lunch.

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Summer

Hotdogs and hamburgers on a sizzling barbeque.
Cold drinks on hot days taste so good too.
Blue skies and blue waters paint a fun view.
Vacations are creations that it's time to renew
So grab fishing poles and plan to catch quite a few.
Pack up all your play things, but forget what haunts you
Like job duties and monthly bills you daily pursue.
Remember for independence what many had to do,
Sacrificing their lives for your red, white and blue.
Amid fireworks and picnics on July 4th pause to
Thank those who made this country so tried and true.
Enjoy summer as it holds all seasons together like glue.

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Dreams

It seems that most of my dreams fade as fast as September.

Though that failed philosophy class is one I’ll remember.

Since I cut too many classes I couldn’t take the final test;

Flunked the course, didn’t get my degree and negated the rest.

Then there’s the general manager’s job I lost in the Near East.

Since the level of company politics had greatly increased.

Said what I thought which didn’t work worth a damn.

That’s why I find myself right here where I am.

Naked in front of all who pass with only glances so rude.

No compassion though I’m helpless, penniless… and nude.

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The Power of Your Vote

Each vote is an invaluable opportunity to sound your voice;
To be a vital part of the country by expressing your choice.
No matter whether you're black, white, brown, yellow or tan,
Your vote counts the same as every other woman or man.
Even if you have made millions from the Wall Street game
Or work two jobs to feed your family, your vote is the same.
Your power is limitless as foolish, naïve politicians find out
When they don't listen to what your needs are all about.
Government serves you by the power of your votes and desires.
Vote them out if they can't find solutions this country requires.

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June

Grilled hot dogs and burgers are the gods of June,
Downed with chips and soda under a silvery moon.
Then there’s a story accompanied by a favorite ballad
Spiced up with some slaw and mom’s potato salad.

Trees and flowers explode in a cascade of tones.
Clouds hail the heavens as they rise from thrones.
Ponds are reborn from life within and on their shore.
Fish, fowl & frog feed and breed in peace once more.

Weddings abound in this month of joy.
It’s the start of freedom for every girl and boy.
Friends and fun need to be the words of each day
As Gemini declares the year is nearing half way.

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Second Best

Opportunity knocked but I was always satisfied with second best.

My pitiful self told me I wasn't as good as many of the rest.

Rather than decide I settled for that familiar second place

Among mediocre colleagues I found a comfortable space.

Not unlike a child fearing those ghosts of the unknown

I only took solace in a make believe world of my own.

Second place became more attractive with my ego's decline.

Once an unacceptable option then appeared to be just fine.

The irony of my second best attitude I sadly failed to see…

Though I freely chose it, like quick sand, it devoured me.

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Defeat Forces of Evil

Forces of negative confront every turn.
With all things new there’s so much to learn.
No one really cares if I fail or succeed.
Things against me keep me from what I need.
As things go wrong I sit back and sigh
Wondering about happened while asking why.

Best I stop and take stock of this mess
And closely analyze abilities I possess.
Then develop these into a plan of action,
Pursuing a course with fun and satisfaction.

Forces of negative will always attack,
But a detailed plan will enable me to fight back.
With strength and confidence I’ll be upbeat
Causing forces of negative to be in retreat.

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Teachings of An Ant

Did you ever watch an ant as it scales a hill?
Its falls and misdirections cast its iron will.
If something blocks its way, another one is found.
There's no time for delay when other ways abound.

It carries twice its weight, but seldom waits to rest
As if there were a race and each movement a test.
It talks to ants that pass, but never loses sight
Of its duties and its will to use all its might.

Common good with no place for selfish need
Is the guide as it takes just enough for its breed.
This minute ant has so much more than minute worth.
Why can't its ways be learned by humans on this earth?

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Mind, Heart, Body

When we met your body was the major attraction.
All my senses craved physical satisfaction.
Your eyes were penetrating and lips divine.
Your gestures were impressive on a frame so fine.
I longed to touch you, but that's when I went wrong.
I needed touch your mind, but I started too strong.
I was selfish and interested only in my own desire,
Not caring about knowing you or what you require.
As a result I had no hope from the very start…
Without knowing you, there wasn't a way to your heart.
Too late I know that it's first mind, heart… then body;
Not actions of a loser in love so selfish and shoddy.

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