Exercise Our Right to Try Again

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If you haven’t broken your New Year’s resolutions yet, this song is not for you. But listen anyway, because you’ve probably broken one before. It’s time to put this phenomenon in its proper place, so we can move on and live well!

Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar

1. So we made our resolutions
To start a revolution,
But they must be delusions
‘Cause we feiled ’em, every one.
The time and money saving,
The work to quit the craving,
But what’s the use of raving
When a new day has begun!
Refrain

2. May we never stop resolving,
Connecting and involving,
Progressing and evolving
Til we make it, every one.
And give our hearts in caring,
Extend our hands in sharing,
And let our minds be daring
For a better way has come!
Refrain: (Twice)

Let us exercise our right to try again!

Refrain:
And we can exercise our right to try again,
start anew and simply do the best we can!
And if we fail and try and fail again,
We just engage the backup plan
And exercise our right to try again.
We exercise our right to try again!

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Compassion

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Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele

Refrain:
Your compassion is your humanity!
Let it warm you and set your Spirit free.
It won’t take away anything you need today.
It makes the world brighter, you agree.
Your compassion is your humanity!

1. Many folks are doin’ things
You don’t think they should do.
Well, how about considering
That they have feelings too?
You don’t live the life they’re livin’,
But there’s something you can give them.
Compassion is the key!
Refrain:

2. All the woes and worries
That you get into your head,
From sun up until sundown,
When you’re in and out of bed.
But you can’t see it all,
‘Cause you don’t have a crystal ball.
Compassion is the key!
Refrain:

3. People tell you not to
Think about yourself.
But if you don’t even care,
Then why should anybody else?
Give the gift of time
To your body and your mind.
Compassion is the key!
Refrain:

Be a human now!
Your compassion is your humanity!

Wild Wind

Wind howls through my mind,
tearing a treacherous path,
driving, destroying, demolishing…
The calm, cultivated landscape
erodes before me.
What can this mean?
What’s next?
A breeze speaks whisperingly
of a land too close to see.
“Come…”
And through the howling wind,
I go.


Quadrille, 44 words excluding title, containing some form of “whisper.” This one also goes for De’s challenge of “whisperingly.” Try your own and enjoy others at
dVerse.

Choice Is Voice

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Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele

Refrain:
How we spend our money,
Actions, words, and time,
There’s an awful lot of spending
That goes on in this life!
How we spend our energy,
Feelings, and thoughts,
The product ought to fit the price
Of what we spent in cost!

1. We don’t have to be broke
Or wonder which way’s up
Or try to drink from that half empty,
Cracked financial cup.
It’s gonna take some time,
But starting is a choice.
We know where our money goes,
And we still have a voice!
Refrain:

2. It becomes a habit,
What we say and do,
How we treat each other
And our fellow beings too.
It takes a conscious mind
To choose a better way.
Let’s speak for the Light in us
With every choice we make!
Refrain:

3. We criticize in judgment,
But so much is not true.
And we feel sad and tired
Like our energy is through.
But every day is new.
Remember why we’re here:
To live in Love and freedom
With the Spirit bright and clear!
Refrain:

We make the product fit the price
Of what we spent in cost!

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The Time is NOW

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:”*
And talk is all we do;
No wonder we don’t change a thing!
The fear of time and time of fear
Strings us along a string.
The time is now, and now’s the time
To act upon the scene!

*Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872


Written for Lillian’s prompt, “Timing is everything!” at
dVerse.

Temple

I’ve been to a temple, a grand cathedral, and not noticed its splendor. Yes, so unaware was I that in the face of beauty, I saw nothing unusual. I’ve been there so often that I pass it by, heedless of what really happens within its walls. But today, or so it seems, the temple veil is lifted! And I see the beauty, the splendor, the blessing of this temple and cathedral that is mine.

bliss of nature shines
Spirit taking form in me
as body temple


Written for Toni’s Haibun Monday Free for All at
dVerse.

Garden Growing

I’ve always wanted a garden,
But I fear my thumbs are black,
Coated in sadness and sorrow,
The only things that grow for me.

I’ve always wanted a garden,
But I gave up long ago,
Coated in unfulfilled wishes,
The only fruit on barren trees.

I’ve always wanted a garden,
And I tried to plant before,
Coated in dreams and desires,
That only others brought to life.

I’ve always wanted a garden,
But I’m not the child I was,
Coated in sadness and sorrow,
The only reason nothing grows!

I’ve always wanted a garden,
And I know my thumbs are green,
Coated in wishes and hopes and dreams,
My garden is a fruitful scene!


My response to Kim’s Tuesday Poetics prompt at
dVerse.

Whether growing a garden or anything else, the only mistake is not to try!

My mother and grandmother each kept a garden as long as they could – flowers, vegetables, herbs, berries and strawberries, grape vines, pear trees, and maybe more I don’t remember. I do remember picking beans, onions, and other vegetables, but whether it was spoken or not, I always felt like I was all black thumbs next to their green ones.

It seems too late in a way, but I’ve come to appreciate the value of gardening, especially growing produce to brighten your table and health. Yet I’ve been too overwhelmed to garden, knowing I couldn’t keep the extensive gardens my mother and grandmother had.

Suddenly (it wasn’t, but feels like it was) I’ve blown off all these expectations. To that I can only, honestly say, “Thank God!” I’ll start small with some herb pots, and I might even lose some. But the only way I can really fail, is if I never try!

Happy gardening, whether it’s plants or the garden of thoughts and beliefs we so often neglect!