When life is unfair to you,
retaliate and be very unfair!
When people treat you so bad,
shoot them with prayer!
When surrounded with negativity,
hurl them with positivity!
When somebody puts you down,
kick them higher!
When attacked by depression,
Punch it and say, “You can’t get me!”
Who wants life to be fair?
Surely not you! RETALIATE!
Whew! That feels good!
How was it when you were a thorn and somebody turned you into a crown?
Did you wish life should be fair?
JEJUNE means nothing interesting.
Tell me are you interested in these words?
JIGAMAREE – meaning a thingamajig; ridiculous
JIGGUMBOB – meaning a thingamabob; something strange
Jejune, isn’t it?
I’ll share with you what isn’t JEJUNE, JIGAMAREE, and JIGGUMBOB.
Would you believe it, I met a witch
She invited me to clambake feast
It’s kind of scary
Not her, the poetry
Her? Lunawitch, she’s beauty and the best!
For Lunawitch Poetry Month Clambake — Week 2!
Thanks Luna for the clam on Week 1!
Nope, it’s not my poem that I’m telling you that isn’t JEJUNE, JIGAMAREE, and JIGGUMBOB.
If I got only one wish this month here in blogland it is this –
I wish you’ll check her
It’s not for her but for you
PLEASE go and say Hi
Everyone, there’s no way you could be jejune!
Have you ever been so ANGRRRY that you GRRROWL like a GORILLA?
You actually looked like a gorilla, right?
Before you run into the mirror to confirm I want to share this letter with you.
Anger was created to mobilize you to act upon something that may harm you and those you love. It is not meant to be your best friend!
Anger is an acid. In right dose, it cleanse. In overdose and prolonged exposure, it destroys. Don’t let it eat you up little by little.
Now run to the mirror if you still want to see that grrrowling gorilla.
Then ask yourself, “Why do gorillas have big nostrils?”
Because they have big fingers!
I hope you are not angrrry with me.
Warning: This is a FLOCCINAUCINIHILIPILIFICATION post!
Meaning something that is worthless or trivial or unimportant.
Why waste so much effort in writing and pronouncitiaticazating er pronouzing — Ok, in saying it! In saying it to describe something trivial? Oh men why do we make our lives so complicated?
Is there a need to say, “You are floccinaucinihilipilification too!” to somebody who said that you are floccinaucinihilipilification? That you are not good enough? That you are not beautiful?
Yes you can but be sure that you can pronounce it perfectly! I could not *sigh*.
Otherwise let’s just move on and accept that we can’t demand others to love us.
But never stop loving and doing something and appreciating and believing and…
FORGIVE the floccinaucinihilipilification, you are beautiful.
FORGET the floccinaucinihilipilification, you are amazing.
Go ahead be beautifully amazing. You are originally designed as such by the Artist.
Tara has been doing that and beyond.
Tara is a wife to a member of US Navy and a young mom of 2 beautiful daughters.
Tara was a stroke patient who learned to walk again. Her left side of the body once lost the ability to feel thus, burnt herself a number of times.
Tara has a sight loss.
Tara has prosopagnosia meaning she will never see the same face twice — not even her own face. So never get tired of meeting her again and again and again. You will be glad that you meet her anyway — again and again and again!
Tara’s words are full of hope and wisdom. She said this, “I am glad to realize that even though you may not have sight, does not mean that you cannot have a vision.” And this, “Remember we all lose something at times; however, when that loss has cleared away, what is remaining may turn into our newest prized possessions.”
Tara’s incredible spirit of positivity can inspire us to push our limit of what we think we are capable of doing; of giving thanks; of celebrating. Maybe we can learn from her. She actually wants us to celebrate with her — hear her here.
Tara, in our language it means ‘LET’S GO’. Shall we now go to her and say Hi? Don’t be surprised if you find her awesome because she truly is!
I am busy finding the missing ones.
I am busy blending the glue.
I am busy putting it all together.
I am busy looking at the crack lines.
I am busy staring at the spaces where the lost parts should be.
I am busy trying to figure out if there is beauty left.
I am busy praising that it is still beautiful.
I am busy appreciating the new found beauty.
Why carry a hurt
and put garbage
in your heart?
Why carry a pain
and park it
in your brain?
And I don’t have an answer.