20 Ways To Make Someone Smile.

booguloo:

Anthony is not rambling here. Speaking words of wisdom.. Let it be.

Originally posted on anthonysramblings:

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Do you want to put a smile on someone’s face today? Maybe make their day a little better. It won’t cost you a single penny or much time to do just that. And because smiling is contagious, it probably won’t just be one person you make smile today.

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So You Had to Ask or

Skimming the water, how do we know
How deep or shallow the water is
Without running the risk of vulnerability
Or are we to know only when it’s his

Does Charon always charge for to and fro
If you had to assk for the answer it always burns
Are (S)elected memories of a rich man’s health
The only way to express funneling Wealth..

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/16

Oh Well

booguloo:

Move over Lassie. you got some competition!

Originally posted on Contemplative Moorings:

Barkley the dog was as smart and loyal a canine as the world had ever seen. And when, Braden, the rascal child who always seemed to find trouble, fell into the old well-shaft on the abandoned farm, Barkley went dashing off to fetch help. He made straight for the nearest property which was owned by Farmer John who, Barkley hoped, could save the boy.

DENIAL
Farmer John was in his front yard hefting an axe, splitting logs for firewood. Barkley raced up to him and began to hop up and down, barking anxiously. “What is it, boy?” Farmer John asked, putting down his axe and confronting the dog. Barkley woofed twice, growled a little, then let out a piteous whine. “Oh, is that it? Braden’s in trouble again. That rascal child! What’s he done now?” Barkley ruffed three times then panted briefly. “The old well-shaft? On the abandoned farm?” Farmer John…

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White Sheers

White Sheers

The curtains were white sheers and closed
Watching her from my porch she posed
For months now showing herself naked and vain
And she leaves the sheers open when it rains

When we pass outside, I tip my hat
Her smile meets my own, a diplomat
Windows insure her lavish lifestyle
Town peep shows allow her to beguile

Her free shows for me were inviting
Many Johns finds her show exciting
Leaving the other girls to help out
Understanding now what’s it about

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/13

I remem….

My memories rushing, out with the tide
Tears welling up, bubbling goodbye
Feeling good and bad times, slipping away
Body’s braking, hair turning gray

The elders have lapsed, and now are devoid
Scattered away with, the other broken toys
More are slipping, with times we enjoyed
The only slap left, is being unemployed

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/13

Marching in Step

Giving it all up or giving in
Raising the white flag could be a sin
Looking back as I run from the din
Knowing full well no one really wins

Catching up to the ones before
Marching away in step from the war
Promising never again they swore
It’s better to give up to save the corps

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/12

My Hiding Place

All I can give are these few words written here
Uncovering part of my life hoping to clear
Being left behind wrestling with my old fears
The same unspoken problems behind my tears

No molds or experience just an empty void
Tripping over my cold darkened thoughts yet a boy
Being held backward or worst yet pushed through destroyed
Reliving parts of my life no longer being toyed

The mirrored web cracked splintering some of my sins
While I tip toe on eggshells, needles and pins
Hoping today the rest of my life begins
Opening the locked doors that are held tight within

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/05