Monthly Archives: June 2014

10 Life Lessons From A Navy Seal

“The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday”

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
June 29, 2013

#1. If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.

During SEAL training the students are broken down into boat crews. Each crew is seven students—three on each side of a small rubber boat and one coxswain to help guide the dingy.

Every day your boat crew forms up on the beach and is instructed to get through the surf zone and paddle several miles down the coast.

In the winter, the surf off San Diego can get to be 8 to 10 feet high and it is exceedingly difficult to paddle through the plunging surf unless everyone digs in.

Every paddle must be synchronized to the stroke count of the coxswain. Everyone must exert equal effort or the boat will turn against the wave and be unceremoniously tossed back on the beach.

For the boat to make it to its…

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Glass of Water

Great analogy. These unknown authors ought to sign their work so they can take the credit they deserve.

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
June 26, 2006

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”

She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of…

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Grossly True*

Picking at the wound from before
Scraping the scabs off unhealed sores
Fingernail filth mingles with blood
Making for a red colored mud

New skin around the edge starting repair
Begins to bleed slowly from the new tear
One scab left hanging by newly grown skin
Quick rip by the teeth it’s a salty raisin

Tonguing the wound till it stops bleeding
Starting the process over just like seeding
Collecting the raisins for the tin can
Putting them down the girl’s shirts is the plan

*© 2011 Michael Yost 06/28

*A friend of a friend did this in grade school.

 

I am a Leaf

Do I need hope, and anticipate
Or try to be serene, and believe
Looking around at all the creation
Why do I feel so much like a leaf

Leaves fall off trees flying to and fro
His cool breathe allows rides for free
Seeing His handy work far below
My short life sees the beauty in trees

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/21

Shivers

I’m glad you plucked it in from the air above you.
It just passed through my hair leaving silver slivers.
Gathering our thought’s basting them together
Towards balancing our being together forever

Our separate love’s of sadness and sorrow
Gives our new pattern together tomorrow
Old is new and new could be forever
Or my favorites, jeans from my pass me downs

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/12

Pagliacci

Sunday’s I think the day couldn’t get any better
When I’m right… It’s short lived and the earth swallows
When I’m wrong… I’m right..The rain washes it away
What’s left of today… I find the mud and wallow

I’m drawn to bad luck and events on my days off
The tragic clown, Pagliacci, cried for me in the rain
Running fast, slipping on the sewer and floated
All the fuss helped promote his hurt and pain

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/19

Silly I’m The Whaler

Clever, careful and crazy
This is the way poems should come forth
Why do we write; we’re lazy
Instead of navigating north

That’s right a poet and a thailor
Other times a pawn and Queen
Then I’m playing gin with my jailor
Copying lost people is what I mean

Over night things usually change
But from my hand to the jailor’s
Alibi means I’m not the blame
Get me my ship I’m the whaler
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/17