lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
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Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos.
lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
10h ago
Judy’s Advice on Preparations for the Afterlife
(For Jim)
Do you get a discount
or will there be none
When your time on Earth
will finally be done?
Whether it is better
to be raw or roasted well
depends on where you’re going.
Is it heaven or to Hell?
I received this request for a poem from Jim Anschutz:
Some of my thoughts on cremation. 1. I will ask if they give senior discounts.. 2. I will also inform them that I sit out in the sun each day and get quite sunburnt. My question is, “do I get a discount for being pre-cooked? You can take it from here, Jude. Please make this a very humor ..read more
lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
17h ago
If this poem left justifies, click on it to get it to center as it is a shape poem!
After 15 Years
Your memory cuts so sharply
through my dream’s beginning that I wake,
gasping like a fish on the sand
left by some fisherman
too intent upon his next catch
to end it cleanly.
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lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
1d ago
“Too much happiness or too much unhappiness render us
oblivious to any good or bad changes around us.”
—Alka Girdhar
Balance
Happiness, like sadness, takes up too much room—
like a greedy house guest usurping our closets with their excess.
What bride notices the homeless on her bridal route?
What new mother thinks first of the starving hidden half a world away?
Sadness, like happiness, eats up our world.
The hungry yearn first for bread,
the ill for surcease from pain.
Who feels the thorn may overlook the rose.
Life is balanced, not within each,
but within the all.
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lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
2d ago
The Ticket
Because I could not stop for death,
three times it let me pass,
but the reprieve it granted,
sadly will not last.
Frequently, it beckons,
choosing friend after friend
in a sad progression
I know will never end.
One day it will summon
and I can’t refuse to go.
I only hope that when it comes,
my passing won’t be slow.
Let us go then, you and I,
forgoing futile censure,
traveling without regrets
into this new adventure.
“Let us go then, you and I,” from T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”
“Because I could not stop for Death, Emily Dickinson
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3d ago
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4d ago
Midnight Minuet
Sneaking down the unlit hall,
we take turns answering nature’s call,
awaiting our own turn to sneak
to the john to have a leak.
In the darkness, we repeat
this rather tricky hourly feat.
Him, then her, then me at last.
So are our nightly ramblings cast.
It is not choice that brings us here
to void ourselves of pop or beer.
In fact, a full night’s sleep we seek—
our intentions strong, but bladders weak.
At eleven, twelve and one and two,
sleeping is what we’d rather do.
Instead, we do-si-do—just missing
the next sojourner bent on pissing!
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lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
4d ago
Comb vs. Hair
Every day, the great debate
as I attempt to set it straight.
Yet despite how hard I try,
it continues to go awry.
The straight and narrow is not its schtick.
It’s stubborn, willful, obtusely thick.
It wanders from my planned-out way.
Down former paths it prefers to stray.
Daily, I attempt to guide,
while it goes against the tide.
Unruly tangles and snarls abide
while I would choose to smoothly slide
down tresses lovely, shiny, straight,
instead, alas, it is its fate
to wander this way and then that.
(Perhaps it’s best to wear a hat
when wandering away from home?)
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