The Egg-ceptional Egg – Ode to the Egg

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. EGG

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Ode to the Egg

 

Oh the lovely Egg is so versatile

There is so much it can do.

Not only do they taste very good,

They help make vaccines for the flu.

 

They can be eaten in so many ways,

Scrambled, boiled, or fried.

Used in meringue and mayonnaise,

They can even be freeze dried.

 

Eggs can also be hollowed out

And dipped in colourful ink,

Decorated and hidden at Easter time,

Or made into a tasty egg nog drink.

 

But the egg is more than just a food,

An ingredient in cookie batches.

It’s also a home where life begins,

Where it grows, protected, until it hatches.

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Stop the Madness

Attention disrupted,

Unfocused thoughts,

Invading fears,

Unfolding plots,

 

Unsettling news,

Disturbing plans,

Hidden agendas,

Clashing clans,

 

Entitled beliefs,

Oppressive minds,

Barbaric practices,

Destroying mankind,

 

Caring forgotten,

Empathy lost,

Selfish attitudes,

Insurmountable cost,

 

Pointing fingers,

Shame game,

Shaking heads,

Passing blame,

 

No accountability,

Deceptive deeds,

Enormous egos,

Debilitating greed,

 

Fallible humans,

Emotional too,

Ignorance perhaps?

No Excuse.

 

Human condition,

Life’s choices,

Guilty conscience,

Innocent voices.

 

Unconditional love,

Extinction evaded,

Enduring hope,

Evil abated.

 

It is easier to hate for our differences than to love.

It is easier to be lazy than to be productive.

It is easier to complain then to make a change.

It is easier to concede than to fight.

But nothing that is worth doing, nothing that gives you a sense of fulfillment, nothing that is good – is ever easy.

 

This morning’s news filled me with fear and then anger (fear breeds anger). In 2017, I should not have to feel this way – no one should have to feel this way.

I believe there is more good in this world than evil. I see it every day in the small things. I see it in the person who holds open the door for someone else. I see it in the “please”, “thank you”, “you’re welcome”, “and have a good day” from strangers. I choose to see it.

Every day I try to be a better person. Do I fail? Do I make mistakes? Heck yeah – that’s what makes me human. But I don’t give up on trying either. I choose to be my true-self, the person who is happiest when I am kind, when I am forgiving. That is my true-self.

We create our own reality and our choices are what creates that reality. We choose to love. We choose to hate. We choose to be happy or angry or sad. We choose to complain. We choose to wallow in self-pity. We choose to make a difference. We choose to work hard. We choose to enact change. We are not born with prejudices – it is learned. We can undo that learning if we choose.

No one is perfect. No one has all the right answers. No one is better than anyone else no matter your race, your religion, your beliefs. If the human race becomes extinct, we have only ourselves to blame. All of us.

It is up to every person to choose to find the good. Stop trying to change other people into what you believe is right, or good, or without sin. Change yourself to be more accepting, loving, kind, understanding and forgiving.

I believe this life is really only about one thing – Love.

 

© Sandra J. Jackson 2017 Expressions

Strength in Numbers

One moment in time,

One life to live,

You’re my one and only,

To you my heart I give.

 

Two hearts beat as one,

We’re two of a kind.

Two heads are better than one,

On our love, we’re never of two minds.

 

To the four corners of the earth,

In your footsteps, I will go.

In seventh heaven and on cloud nine,

Our love continues to grow.

 

And when we’re behind the eight-ball,

Or an eight-hundred-pound gorilla blocks the way,

Together we’ll eighty-six them,

Together we will stay.

 

And at the eleventh hour,

When we are old and grey,

If my mind should wander,

And I seem a million miles away,

 

Remember we bat a thousand,

And our love was twenty-four seven.

We gave it the whole nine yards,

We were up to eleven.

 

And when we lie down and rest

In our eternal slumber,

May the power of our love show

That two can be strength in numbers.

Out with the Old – Happy New Year!

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Another hour, another day

Another year has slipped away.

 

Memories were made, good and bad

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.

 

2016 will soon disappear

As we greet 2017, a brand new year.

 

Another chance to change, another new start

Let love, joy, and peace flood your heart.

 

Happy New Year everyone. May peace, love, and joy follow you wherever you go.

Fuzzy Socks and Carpeted Stairs

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Fuzzy socks you are so soft

And warm against my peau (rhymes with go – French for skin)

Staircases lead me up or down,

Wherever I need to go.

 

Fuzzy socks and carpeted stairs

Should never really meet.

A barrier should be worn betwixt the two

And fit snugly on the feet.

 

For when fuzzy socks and carpeting join

They become a little slick.

And once headed down the stairs

Your foot will suddenly slip.

 

Gravity and inertia will gladly

Join the fun.

As fuzzy socks and carpeted stairs

Come together as one.

 

As hard as you will clutch

and find something on which to hang,

You’ll ultimately end at the bottom of the stairs

With a loud and ungraceful bang.

 

The preceding poem is based on a true story which happened only an hour or so before the text was written.

Peace, Love, & Hope

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Pretend you live in a world where

Empathy for your neighbour is

Above all, and where

Compassion and love is the weapon

Even in the face of adversity.

Life would be so different here.

Our hearts would be full,

Values and morals would be important, and

Everyone would feel safe.

However, this fantasy is not real.

Our lives and freedoms are at risk, but we can

Persevere and good can triumph.

Evil has no foothold with peace, love, and hope.

Originally posted on www.sandrajjackson.com