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P.H.I.L-osophy

 

I believe not so much in theology.

I have very little interest in geology.

But I do have a very unique philosopy,

And I’d like to share it with you.

 

I call this philosophy, appropriately, “Phil,”

For that is an acronym of the initials

Or the four central pillars, make of them what you will:

I hope they will apply to you.

 

P is for positive,

Which is often a pain.

It means to refrain

When you’d like to complain.

When you want to criticize, simply abstain,

And you’ve mastered the first part of “Phil.”

 

H is for happiness,

Which is no more than a choice.

When the world offers bad things, listen not to the voice

Which would make you be said, but instead make the choice

To be happy, and you’ve mastered more “Phil.”

 

I’s for integrity,

A hard word to rhyme.

It means to be honest, and refrain from crime.

Do what’s right, even if it’s hard, and do so every time,

And you’re almost done mastering “Phil.”

 

And L is for love.

It’s predictable, yes.

It’s very important, or so I should guess.

Everyone loves someone, or something, to death;

Love everyone like them, whether Elmer or Tess.

And thus, we finish Phil.

 

Choose to be positive, and give folks a chance.

Choose to be happy, regardless of circumstance.

Say what is honest and do what is right,

And love every person.  That is “Phil.”  Good night!

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My (Almost) Big News!

Yesterday, an amazing thing

Almost happened to moi!

As the French would say, I almost was part

Of a menage-a-troi.

 

I was missing only one small thing

When all was said and done.

But I didn’t mind.  I found it fine,

My little menage-a-one.

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Haiku: Do’s and Don’t’s

This is a haiku.

Seven syllables this line.

First and last have five.

 

This haiku is bad.

Do not write one that’s like this.

That would be a mistake.

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The Stuff of Gods

Zeus likes keeping animals

Behind enclosure walls.

Ares is the God of war,

And busts a lot of balls.

 

Uranus is an deity

Who you can always say is yours,

And when the thunder God gets chicken pox

He becomes covered in Thors.

 

Muslims think that poultry

Is an animal about which to sing,

Because they worship Allah,

And with chicken Allah’s king.

 

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Commitment

I said I’d return to my blog today,

This 30th day of September.

I’m tired, and I’d rather be sleeping right now,

But commitment I need to remember.

 

And remember indeed I do.

I remember a commitment I made back in May:

I killed a man to to write on this blog on schedule,

And to jail I was committed the next day.

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Vacation

Dear readers, I am sad to say

(Not actually, otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this, but pretend it’s a genuine concern)

That commencing tomorrow until this Sunday

(Unless I decide to start earlier, in which case please disregard this post altogether)

I will put on hiatus these travestays

(For sake of the rhyme, spelling may have been altered)

‘Cause I’m tired, and could really use a va-

(You know what comes next).

Hope you understand, and I’ll be back in the plural of day.

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Life and Pain

Think back to your birth, whenever that was.

You cannot remember it, so I’ll help.

You came into this world in blood, because

That’s how nature works, and you gave a yelp.

 

You were spanked by a doctor, and you cried.

Most people were suitably indifferent.

But if not for hurtful things, you’d have died.

Now I hope that, to you, life looks different.

 

Every person in your world’s a doctor.

They hurt you, and pull you from your mother.

But all of them, life to you do proctor;

Treat them not badly, but as a brother

 

Life comes in many forms to us, so smile.

Joy lasts forever, pain but for a while.

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Birthdays

Today’s my birthday.

I don’t feel like writing much.

Thus, this haiku post.

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Autumn Leaves

The trees turn gold,

The leaves turn orange.

A girl named Autumn

Walks through fields of cornge.

 

Her shoes are brown.

Her dress is silver.

She is planning a burglary.

She expects to pilfer.

 

She breaks into a farmhouse,

The queen of thieves.

She takes many treasures,

Then Autumn leaves.

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