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Jim did the same old thing sun-up after sun-up:
Wake up, get up, set the teapot to warm up.
Toast some bread, let tea simmer in his cup.
He'd get his mental engine warmed up to work,
He'd sit at his computer, he wouldn't shirk.
Living like a mole was driving him berserk!
The only day that wasn't quite so common
Was Sunday, when his computer streamed a sermon;
Sang along with the hymns when he knew the psalm.
He'd never go out, meet actual men and women,
That's when evolution began to kick in.
He turned into a bot, and by AdBlock was stricken!
"New Goals"
Young Sandy's hopes began to simmer
and uncommonly glimmer
as she began to dream of fame
while her actual life remained the same.
Her pastor told her that unless
she repented he would guess
her soul could become a mole
unless she set a whole new goal.
A hymnal became her engine
that gave her faith and allowed her to win
the new plans that now seemed actual,
real, common, and factual.
Owen shrewdly warns us of the latest step in evolution, and Misty offers a Sunday-appropriate example of how hymns may renew one’s life.
Both fellow poets inspire me so that, despite it being my day off, I am moved to jot a piece.
And after a solid week of haiku (!) I have to see if I can still rhyme…
“Sam and Molly’s Nuptial”
Our choir simmers in the summer heat.
We yearn to harmonize for our friends, but unless
the A/C engine’s fixed, our hope of a sweet
song-filled wedding for them will perish in the stress
of 90-plus temps, with humidity actually
unbearable, making it hard to focus on anything so simple
as selecting our tunes. But, speaking practically,
we may be saved by the Common Hymnal!
For “How Great Thou Art” may set our souls at ease:
Doesn’t it promise, “We shall feel thy gentle breeze”?
~ OMK
Yay! So glad you checked in with us, Ol' Man Keith, and with not just a message, and not just a haiku, but a fun poem about the hot weather that seems to be simmering our area (thankfully not too scorching in Laguna Beach). Let us know if Sam and Molly got a break and had a pleasant and cooler wedding after all--I'm sure they deserved it.
And you deserve a special thanks for saving what would have been a very lonely Sunday blog, if you hadn't checked in.
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