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"No Religion, But Deeply Spiritual"
The sequel to the Tarzan movie
has him surrounded by cannibals in tropic humidity.
The tribe is just finishing a snack of missionary
(to support their inward spirituality).
It's up to our hero not to bungle,
but to choose the largest ape
for his escape
that he can size and ride from his Hollywood jungle.
~ OMK
Try this!
Insert after "escape" & before my last line:
"(perhaps a monkey's uncle?)"
~ OMK
Fln. Sandy...
There's all sorts of stuff in the medicine cabinet , otc and prescription, that the classic alcoholic has imbied to quell his cravings. Nyquill comes to mind.
AAers come in all shapes. They just have to have a desire to get sober. A cocaine addict I met used AA first and later NA.
Although a spiritual Higher Power (which Tarzan might have availed Himself from that missionary broth) was at the heart of AA at the outset, "Free Thinker" (Atheist) groups are flourishing too.
WC
I hear a bugle, anybody else hear a bugle?
Ya gotta get up,Ya gotta get up, Ya gotta get up in the morning
Get outta bed ya sleepyhead a brand new day is dawning
Rise and shine , tow the line or you won't have a minute to snack
Onwards the word, inwards absurd, look forward don't look back
Humidity bothers yer, go take a shower all is gonna be well
If yesterday sucked your not outta luck, today needn't be a sequel
WC
My goodness, so much energy, so much power and strength, making these among the strongest verses we've encountered in a long time.
Ol' Man Keith and Wilbur, you've gotten us off to a roaring start this morning!
"Good Deed"
The morning was dank and humid
but Betty preferred not to gloom it.
In her backpack she put a snack
to deliver to her friend Jack.
Jack had freed a mistreated equine
and refused to pay a fine,
so he had to serve some time.
Betty kindly greeted the guard
who allowed her to enter inward.
She and Jack felt their pleasure was equal
as they looked forward to their next sequel.
Next day Jack woke to rise and shine,
he had finished serving his time.
Betty fetched him and took him to dine
and bought him a steak and some wine.
Sometimes doing a good deed,
is exactly what we all need.
Misty ~ Your conclusion is absolutely right. Doing a good deed is truly a way to lift one's spirits.
And there is a very special pleasure reserved for certain do-gooders.
I have always appreciated this quotation from Charles Lamb:
"The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth--and have it found out by accident."
Thanks for your neat verse. I was glad to see that Jack's jail time was brief. If any convict deserves to have his "crime" forgiven, it must be one who saves an abused animal.
(I don't mean the careless types who release critters from medical testing without learning whether they can survive w/o treatment.)
Wilbur ~ Loved the free spirit of your poem!
Is that the kind of energy advocated by AA? I should think it would be difficult to summon such joie de vivre at will.
On those rare mornings when I awake in that mood, I try to live it to the fullest--and NOT remind myself that it can't last!
~ OMK
Thank you for the kind comments, OMK, and for the wonderful Charles Lamb quotation: much appreciated.
And Wilbur, I love the rapid, totally measured tempo of your verse--a real pleasure to read it out loud and have it go with such regularity and speed.
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