Positivity, a common must-have.

(c) Roger Macdivitt

When I turn my thoughts to the year now spent
I'm cheered to know that my pen lent
Some positive comment to passing happenings
And reminded some of brand new openings

For, like any year with challenging outcomes
We soldiered on and spent our incomes
In retrospect we should have saved
And banks those inflated bonuses waived

New challenges bring new opportunity
to bring about some fiscal unity
As round the world we seek as nations
To share our consumer aspirations

For every year grows human knowledge
We hope to learn some more and pledge
Never to make the same mistakes
And to take advantage of lucky breaks

And in my dotage I can see
A wonderful year ahead of me
And in my dream we all survive
And make 2011 both safe and alive

You're very optimistic, Roger!

I'm sure most of us will live to see January 1, 2011.

About saving money...most of my life was short of money so when I have it, sometimes I overspend in huge chunks. I actually saved when I was 18-19 years old and became employed, because my parents were very frugal and we were raised to hoard whatever we had...but then I married someone who spends every dime...I'm frugal on small things but impulsive on big things.

Positivity is the difference between spending the night in jail or deciding not to wreck the upcoming minute or the minute after that. Bad situations call for slowing down the minutes even more, to staying calm in 10-second increments, depending on how important the future is to us, to keep it problem-free, how important the person in front of us is, to maintain a good reality, not a surreal slow-motion disaster.

What of that angry young man?

What of that angry young man?

What part of his anger was aimed at injustice?

What proportion of his anger was mere frustration?

What of that anger was a product of his experiences?

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What of that angry young man?

Did his anger change the world?

If it did, was it for the better?

What anger was released, what retained?

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What of that angry young man?

When did anger subside into acceptance?

No noticeable point, just a merge, a metamorphosis.

True, still there, still simmering but no longer boiling.

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What of that angry young man?

Did parental responsibility calm that once strong emotion?

Or did that anger rise again, same emotion, different reasons?

Where now that anger aimed at the world?

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What of that angry young man?

Fulfilled by love given, by love returned.

A partner, children, new friends, children’s friends.

Testing and changing and controlling.

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What of that angry young man?

What anger remains?

Surfacing now in his later years, no longer young.

The patience of yesterday changing to intolerance.

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What of that angry young man?

Now railing at the injustice of his spouse’s assumptions.

Angry at the world again.

A world that cheated him of his youth and influence.

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What of that angry young man?

Angry at every youthful motorist.

Angry at technology.

Angry at change.

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What of that angry young man?

He lies there, angry at his nurses, his carer.

Angry at his paltry pension.

Angry with his god.

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What of that angry young man?

Brought to this.

Time to think.

Why was I so angry?

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What of this angry young man?

He hears that he is loved.

He begins to believe.

He finds a peace?

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What of this angry young man?

Is he his fathers’ son?

Angry with his father’s nurses’

Angry that he has been left.

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What of this angry young man?

Mother, wife, children.

Testing, changing, controlling.

What will happen to this angry young man?

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How soon can he find peace?

© Roger L Macdivitt 2010

Hi Roger,

I saw your poem here awhile ago then you just reposted in my RAW forum! I'll reply here at your place.

This really is true with men (and probably women in a different way)...

I've noticed that all men have the testosterone thing going on, even the quiet ones get their hackles up about small stuff occasionally, why is that? Men never really stop being "internally-muscle-bound" or whatever you call it.

Of course, you men would say something similar about women, we get on your nerves, we get easily annoyed (because you guys are annoying.)

Angel’s perfect love

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© Roger Macdivitt 2010-01-31

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From their homes beyond the dark abyss

A light, a promise, a touch, a kiss

Brings hope and power and love for all

Comes floating down, no sound at all

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Few have heard an angel speak

Their voice, their tone remains unique

And great or small they’re angel gifted

The meek the poor through them uplifted

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The signs are here, yet oft ignored

Yet some have the trust of hosts secured

And daily sense the influence

Of perfect love, all pervading, intense

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What knows the average person now?

He whose muddled mind will not allow

A thought of beings from other planes

Whose message no mortal tongue explains

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Through the realms, like light appear

Messengers who seek to make it clear

That acts of kindness done for others

Will lift our souls up far above us

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The time to share their perfect peace

Is here and now and brings release

For God’s own messengers from above

Can’t help but share His perfect love.