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Why do I think that I
Deserve more than the other guy
Acting like it's owed to me
Bought and paid for, mine to keep

Why do I treat selfishness
As if it is mine to possess
It's not enough I want it all
And when it's gone, I ask for more

Why do I hold onto pride
Ever tight for dear life
Afraid to let the people see
When it comes to the real me

Why do I light my angry side
Any disagreement, I try and fight
Pushing back with all my might
Thinking that, you're wrong I'm right

Why do I even think
I deserve anything
Angry at my selfishness
Which in turn hurts my pride no less
And the sun is sunny
side up

with a yoke begging
to be broke

and lapped up with a nice greasy
piece of toast

no rain today because
I said so

what we project is all we will ever be
to those

who  will never take the time
to  really know us
A word painting with a straightforward message.
You can feel the bond binding
The Sisters in tune,
See familiarity
Permeating the room.
Chatter colliding
Like magpies in Spring
And the dancing of eyes
Is a wonderous thing.

Nurses together
At lunch in the sun
On a hillside Okato
Where the gossip's begun.
A unique sense of humour
Shared amongst they
Who delve, resolutely,
Into lifesaving fray.

A breed of Sisters
Who willingly give
Of themselves for others
So that others may live.

Magnificence here
As the chatter surrounds
While the old world sails on
Unaware of the Crowns...
Crowns, so deserving,
So desperately due....
To these Sisters of Mercy
Who look after you.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
For the magnificent coterie of magpies
who gathered together, noisily, at our table this Sunday lunchtime,
All quite oblivious of the deep regard in which, each and every one of them is held by all who dwell in their, Oh so demanding, world of Professional Nursing.
For Annie, Deb, Helen and my darling Janet
All NZRN.
rearrange.

fail flee feel

that! feels more write.

we fail at 90% of out endeavors;

we flee to the recesses
and the excesses;

we feel, most keenly,
our sense of loss,
and yet the inner linings of our
cells, once more greet a Sun-day that marks a mild fresh-ness and our involuntary ****** muscles bend
intro to a small smile,
and once more,

we breach the day with right hooks of positivity, warmth, music, and begin  to
remember  to
    feel feelings, assorted,
and we minutely reborn and the fluids of birthing are wiped away

and coffee seals the deal...and a hopeful day begins and forgiveness
and forgetting is the clean start clothes we dress ourselves within,
and with out, comfy jeans, well worn raggedy t shirt that you refuse to obey, expressly forbid her

to descard,
(not a rypo).
and you annoy her
with twenty kisses,
cause you don't want to spoil her,,,
too much
8;49am
6/8/2025
8:50Am
A moment, long ago, so vivid, so utterly vivid.
That tiny moment, in time, when everything in life,
Coalesced to an instant of perfection.

When she laughed and tossed her auburn hair,
Her lovely face, framed in scattered sunshine
Filtered through brilliant, Autumn leaves.

The very air, crisp with a freshness,
Emblazoning the gloriousness of the surrounding
Vaulting, snow clad, high peaks.

This moment, worth more than a year of mundanity,
More than a lifetime of ordinariness.....
Shone with a graceful and unique radiance.

A brilliance, forever remembered, forever treasured.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
June 15 2025
I did my best and it was
Good enough for some
But not good enough for the entire circle.

I apologize to those passengers of Life
Who did not or could not see
The percipience of my nature
For they were involved in furthering
And sustaining their own
Patches of life and rightly so.

They blamed me for
Mismanagement of my own life
Which may have in some way
Ruffled the feathers of their opinions
What they saw as mistakes
I saw as vehicles to freedom
What they regarded as foolishness
I considered as creativity's spur.

The width of Raison d'etre is wide as sky
The length of choice is unfathomable
The height of desire reaches the stars
The Sun, its Planets and their Moons
Devices for every nature's florescence
Difference is not a defense
For claiming quality
It is the hallmark of creation's artistry.

The crisp of January and August's heat
The abundance of Autumn
And Spring's colorful spirit
Testament to the unstoppable diversity.
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