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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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Reason to be Happy #1

Who the hell takes candy from babies?

Do you know anyone?

It’s a sick sort of thing, and I’m glad people don’t.

Babies just wanna have fun.

 

So when you are moody, sad or depressed

Or your dog’s been diagnosed with rabies,

Or society bugs you like it bugs me, at least

People don’t take candy from babies.

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Interdependence Day

You are reading this poem

On a computer made by a man

Who lives in a manufactured house

Made by someone in Japan.

 

The house builder wouldn’t be able to get to work

Had his buggy not been fixed

By the buggy-fixer down the road

Who ate breakfast that was mixed

 

By the breakfast mixer Sally,

Who sat down on a chair

That was made in Alaska

By a guy who fought a bear.

 

What this ridiculous scenario

Is intended to point out

Is that if we were independent,

We would be without.

 

For to read this, thank the British

Who invented this alphabet.

When you go to the bathroom

Thank the guy who made your toilet.

 

And when you laugh or smile

In your everyday life,

Thank the person who made you happy.

With joy, the world is rife.

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