A Story In The Clouds
As I sat on my porch each and every day.
I look up to the clouds where a simple story is told.
I stare at the sky to see a story pass my way.
A cloud shaped like a cowboy hat and the shape of a barrel of hay,
Rolled across wide and bold.
The story is sat for this day.
Fluffy cloud with rabbit feet
seems like the month of May.
I love watching them as they move a million stories untold.
Often seen in a soundless way.
There is always a story up there and you hope that it will stay.
The sky is gloomy when it's cold.
This scene is busy throughout the day.
At night the clouds are low tone,
they are all lead astray.
But even though the brightness is on hold,
The beauty in the story stays that way.
So the next time you sit on your porch and watch the clouds as they play.
The story you see is never old.
There is always a different story
on that day.
But sometimes they float in a different way.
Sad Eyes
A sadness in her eyes
Holds truth.
Don't question it, no disguise.
The way her smile slides,
Like a pair of boots.
You could see it in her eyes.
A faded tear holds lies.
She don't give a hoot.
Her misery is no disguise.
She smiles, but tries
Not to seem too loose.
The mystery lingers in her eyes.
The time for pain flies.
No end or truce.
She didn't need a disguise.
Instead she cries.
Ended all that she went through.
The sadness left her eyes.
Happiness was now her disguise.
Is life Alive?
What keeps me going is God. He is the reason a suicide do or don't succeed. He mapped out your life for you, no surprises. Evil thoughts controls the pain you suffer within, but your final ticket is cashed by God no matter what. There are no promises on how long you will live. There are no promises on how you will leave. You are here to bless someone even if it's only for a second, and your job was done, just know it was meant to be that way. Bad things happen to good people as we see from our eyes. But if you understand that they came here with an expiration date, you would then know that their job was done and now they are living in another world at another time. You should then know that our souls never die, we go on to the next life. So until your job is done you should be the best at being you! Huggers my friend.
Boxed In
Four walls determine my sanity.
A top and a bottom gives me a way out.
A magic marker will entertain me.
What am I stressing about?
A cardboard box or quatrain
Will decide how easy it is to be free.
A cardboard box will rip and crumble, while a quatrain might seal me.
Either way I'm confined to a specific area and space.
I'm closed in a box I climbed in
With a dumb look on my face.
My Perfect Day
A perfect day for me is a day where I wake up by the grace of God, with no body pain. I can eat eggs(allergic), sausage patties, and apples with toast and a nice cup of coffee. I can get dressed in my favorite outfit, and go outside and enjoy the nice breezy 80 degree weather with no rain in sight. I drive to the store to get some grapes and go to the park with my grandson. While in the park I play gin rummy with my daughter while my grandson plays. After time in the park I stop by Zaxby's to get me a salad for dinner and head home. When I get home I get a notification saying I hit the lottery day drawing for 300 dollars. I take my bath, put on Charlie's Angels, eat my salad and chill the rest of the night. Perfect Day.
P.s. Did I forget to mention that someone that loves me, calls to say just that to conclude a perfect day.
I Stand Corrected
Recently I posted that @Prose sent Fistchallenge4kids a blessing to help with our drive.
Well I stand corrected, it wasn't @Prose that donated to help us with a blessing, it was @Huckleberry_Hoo. We want to thank you @Huckleberry_Hoo for you kind heart and blessings to change a child's outlook on life.
Everyone deserves to wake up and put on a nice fresh shirt and know that they are blessed every day. We still need as many blessings as we can get. I promise God will bless you back more than you blessed us.
PayPal -poo3sha@hotmail.com
Cash app - $fistchallenge4kids
Thank you so much:)
Huggers and Blessings
Huggers and blessings to all the kind hearted people of Prose that gave their time and blessings to Fistchallenge4kids for our T-shirt drive this year. Although the physical drive is over as of May 1st, the fact that the drive still needs the blessings does continue. So far we successfully mailed out some shirts to 22 places such as several Salvation Army and Helping Hands in Maryland. We drove around and handed out several shirts to the homeless on the corners as well. Fistchallenge4kids don't want just children to wake up with a nice fresh shirt, we want to hug everyone that's struggling with a nice fresh T-shirt.
We want to give a special thank you and blessings to:
@Nceguy68 - PayPal
@Karenkitchel- Mailed
@Prose-Paypal
@Beccawaits-still making happen
@Huckleberry_hoo-mention to help with his winnings
Huckleberry_Hoo •
@Prose- I have been perplexed over what to do with any possible future winnings, and believe that @SharondaBriggs’ t-shirt drive would be wonderfully appropriate should monies come to exist from my “nothings” ;)
Simply Beautiful:)Awwwww
All of you are Phenomenal Angels and God bless those that bless others. We are touched by your kindness and blessings.
We are still taking blessings if you want to bless us. We send out shirts all year even if we never receive a dime. It is my wish and drive to help people this way and I use a lot of my own finances to make it happen every year since 2016. I will not stop blessing people in struggle and babies that have no idea about what is happening in this world.
PayPal is poo3sha@hotmail.com
Cash app is $Fistchallenge4kids
To mail it send me a message and I'll send you the address.
Thank you and Huggers to All of my Family on Prose.
Nothing does Exist
A name, a norm,
a weathering storm can
best describe our nothing.
"I was sitting at my computer doing nothing". Meaning a simple art form of not moving and thinking at the same time.
"I stood on the corner for hours and saw nothing." Meaning my eyes and thoughts were looking for a figure to react in some way that could be described. "If I had it, I'll give it to you, but unfortunately I have nothing.". Meaning, something was in the place of what's there now or could be there now, making this a destination.
So MY conclusion is Nothing exist in so many forms that one day it will be something.
Stride
Morning walk
Stop to talk
It's going to be a great day
Next corner right
Can't wait until night
Where working people do play
Feet sweating
Throat wetting
On a nice hot cup of java
In the wind
Yet again
Heat on my neck like lava
Legs cramping
Shirt damping
Half of the morning is gone
Greeting neighbors
Speaking of labor
It's time to get my butt home
Walking faster
Painful laughter
My knees didn't get the memo
Two blocks to go
There is no more joe
I should've flagged down that limo
Finally home
How long have I been gone
Where there's pain there's sorrow
Good walk for today
Now I have to get my pay
I will do it all again tomorrow