SALUTATI0NS
This world with all its splendor
In the near future will kneel and surrender
A man of wisdom and a firth in the great sea of knowledge
With a vigor this man lived
And a thirst to give
What he believed and felt through his toiledge
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Many people live through their lives
And work hard to make great strides
For their love ones, who hold them in great revere
The love ones have taken the position
To carry on the tradition
In their efforts of participating with their peers
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This man should be proud of what he gave
As he toiled and slaved
To make a difference, even if only to a few
For the few that he touched
They learned much
And pass on his wisdom through what they do
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With a journey, it has a beginning and an end
But it's important in that time we spend
Discovering what is to be our destination
But over time we see
It always winds up to be
Not the same as our beginning expectation
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I know this man is quick to prescribe
To all, love life and enjoy the ride
Life is never what you expect, it's more
It's full of joy and grief
And even in times of disbelief
You knew, through its knowledge, life you would always adore
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
05/06/2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
The Curl Of Your Lips
THE CURL OF HER LIPS
Sometimes in choosing words, you get the urge
When describing a particular look
To give some flair and put on the air
The curl of the lip is the hook
With a picture of you it's easy to view
The subtle hint of the character you show
Children often display in an innocent way
Their hopes that they would like you to know
Children like to give you the notion, that you put in motion
What you want and they secretly hoped
So you accomplish your feat, in which the child dupe you in belief
Just who is the child and who is the adult, in this poem I wrote
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
05/05/2010
Sometimes in choosing words, you get the urge
When describing a particular look
To give some flair and put on the air
The curl of the lip is the hook
With a picture of you it's easy to view
The subtle hint of the character you show
Children often display in an innocent way
Their hopes that they would like you to know
Children like to give you the notion, that you put in motion
What you want and they secretly hoped
So you accomplish your feat, in which the child dupe you in belief
Just who is the child and who is the adult, in this poem I wrote
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
05/05/2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Manic
“MANIC”
Are you beyond happiness and sorrow?
Is your life, your day a series of peaks and borrows.
One minute you’re ecstatic, on top of the world.
Next minute you’re depress, into a little ball you curl.
If you are up and down, even a little, you probably feel nothings wrong.
The swings between such extremes have been with you so long.
But you don’t need the ups and downs, to make you feel alive.
Until you’re able to control your emotions, know answer can be derived.
In fact the ups you call happiness are not happiness in any way.
But a false interpretation of happiness, this sense of happiness you display.
Real happiness is not the result of rising out of depression.
Real happiness is stable, constant, and not dependent on interpretation.
Sometimes we call it contentment or serenity or joy.
Not excitement, that leads to depression, happiness just is, a child with a toy.
It’s hard to imagine contentment after a life of highs and lows.
Some people choose not to change and live with their woes.
This is called addiction, a choice of just existence.
To live life instinctively to the path of least resistance.
The ups are dependent on the downs and of course that’s visa-versa.
For real happiness don’t self-indulge, be compassionate, have purpose.
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
11/02/2009
Pg 30
Are you beyond happiness and sorrow?
Is your life, your day a series of peaks and borrows.
One minute you’re ecstatic, on top of the world.
Next minute you’re depress, into a little ball you curl.
If you are up and down, even a little, you probably feel nothings wrong.
The swings between such extremes have been with you so long.
But you don’t need the ups and downs, to make you feel alive.
Until you’re able to control your emotions, know answer can be derived.
In fact the ups you call happiness are not happiness in any way.
But a false interpretation of happiness, this sense of happiness you display.
Real happiness is not the result of rising out of depression.
Real happiness is stable, constant, and not dependent on interpretation.
Sometimes we call it contentment or serenity or joy.
Not excitement, that leads to depression, happiness just is, a child with a toy.
It’s hard to imagine contentment after a life of highs and lows.
Some people choose not to change and live with their woes.
This is called addiction, a choice of just existence.
To live life instinctively to the path of least resistance.
The ups are dependent on the downs and of course that’s visa-versa.
For real happiness don’t self-indulge, be compassionate, have purpose.
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
11/02/2009
Pg 30
Monday, May 3, 2010
Read Me
READ ME
Up late the other night
Trying to think of something to write
That might tickle your palate
And from you receive a ballot
Instead of leaving me feeling contrite
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To often with writers
Their expectations inside is the igniter
In their exuberance to please
They forgot why they write with such ease
To make other peoples days feel brighter
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So if I might offer a suggestion
An important lesson
With your character you will pay
The words you so gallantly display
Write from your heart in your next writing session
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
05/02/2010
Up late the other night
Trying to think of something to write
That might tickle your palate
And from you receive a ballot
Instead of leaving me feeling contrite
###
To often with writers
Their expectations inside is the igniter
In their exuberance to please
They forgot why they write with such ease
To make other peoples days feel brighter
###
So if I might offer a suggestion
An important lesson
With your character you will pay
The words you so gallantly display
Write from your heart in your next writing session
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
05/02/2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
The Wedding Ring
THE WEDDING RING
It's been two years since the death of her husband
And it has been hard to get along
Financially she has been struggling
Everything is going wrong
She has had to sell a lot of her keepsakes
To help pay her bills
There's great sorrow in selling things you love
It has taken a great deal of her will
But her greatest test had not yet come
And she was going to have to make a decision
Her financial woes carried on
Her next step required spiritual vision
She was going to sell her wedding and engagement rings
Because she still had to pay some bills
But when she got to the pawn shop
She started to get exstreamly ill
The pawn shop owner said he'd give a lot of cash
But his vision of what the rings meant was sightless
When the young wife came to her decision
She decided the spirit of she and her husband's vows were to priceless
She knew she could struggle along
Until things started turning around
But as far as those rings were concerned
That was touching sacred ground
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
05/01/2010
It's been two years since the death of her husband
And it has been hard to get along
Financially she has been struggling
Everything is going wrong
She has had to sell a lot of her keepsakes
To help pay her bills
There's great sorrow in selling things you love
It has taken a great deal of her will
But her greatest test had not yet come
And she was going to have to make a decision
Her financial woes carried on
Her next step required spiritual vision
She was going to sell her wedding and engagement rings
Because she still had to pay some bills
But when she got to the pawn shop
She started to get exstreamly ill
The pawn shop owner said he'd give a lot of cash
But his vision of what the rings meant was sightless
When the young wife came to her decision
She decided the spirit of she and her husband's vows were to priceless
She knew she could struggle along
Until things started turning around
But as far as those rings were concerned
That was touching sacred ground
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
05/01/2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
A Pink Rose In Bloom
A PINK ROSE IN BLOOM
She was like a pink rose in bloom
As she drifted into the room
She was totally unaware
Of my alluring stare
A glass of Chardonnay, she quickly consumed
I walked over and offered my name
Unassuming, I thought she do the same
She was quick to decline
Said I was wasting my time
And she turned and left the way she came
Well, she left me in scorn
And feeling a little forlorn
My dad would say, if you meddle
Sniff a rose's pedals
She always reminds you she has thorns
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
04/30/2010
She was like a pink rose in bloom
As she drifted into the room
She was totally unaware
Of my alluring stare
A glass of Chardonnay, she quickly consumed
I walked over and offered my name
Unassuming, I thought she do the same
She was quick to decline
Said I was wasting my time
And she turned and left the way she came
Well, she left me in scorn
And feeling a little forlorn
My dad would say, if you meddle
Sniff a rose's pedals
She always reminds you she has thorns
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
04/30/2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
She's There Then She's Gone
SHE'S GONE
One minute she's there
Next minute she's gone
How could a day that started so right
Have ended so terribly wrong
Married twenty years
My friend, my wife, my love
Now when I talk to her
I will have to kneel and look above
Life is so delicate
So precious being who you were
When the stress of life is over
All that's left is remembering her
Somehow that should be enough
But it never is
I want her back
If only to have one more kiss
So I go to bed
Sleep to morning and rise
I get up and walk aimlessly
Till I meet my demise
Once I was king I had it all
I had a queen I loved
Then in a second it happen
Now she looks down from above
My story is just one of thousands
That travel the highways we drive
The difference is that for a moment
Their wife is still alive
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
04/27/2010
One minute she's there
Next minute she's gone
How could a day that started so right
Have ended so terribly wrong
Married twenty years
My friend, my wife, my love
Now when I talk to her
I will have to kneel and look above
Life is so delicate
So precious being who you were
When the stress of life is over
All that's left is remembering her
Somehow that should be enough
But it never is
I want her back
If only to have one more kiss
So I go to bed
Sleep to morning and rise
I get up and walk aimlessly
Till I meet my demise
Once I was king I had it all
I had a queen I loved
Then in a second it happen
Now she looks down from above
My story is just one of thousands
That travel the highways we drive
The difference is that for a moment
Their wife is still alive
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
04/27/2010
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