CHRIST MASS
I'm faded and jaded
this unholyday season.
The town crier shouts,
"Here's Netagene's reason!"
The Catholic Christ mass
is now a gift mess.
All kinds of gluttony
we now must confess.
Last month we were thankful
for so many things.
Now the merchants are happy
with bells going ker-ching!
Clean up the mess
and quieten the chatter.
Don't faint when bills come.
Back off and do better.
No San T Ni Claus
with a ho ho and huff.
Your presence means more
than any presents of stuff.
First day every week
is when I remember
our Savior who came, not just
one day in December.
By Netagene ... begun at 3:25am (shortly after midnight!) December 25, 2019 ... I was more or less asleep, when the first sentence of the 2nd verse woke me up! I had to turn on the lamp and my phone that I keep on the table by my bed, and type it into my phone! The first verse here is what I wrote last (about 1:15pm that same day).
About Me
- Netagene
- I am a member of the church of Christ. I have been writing things since I was little. Some have been printed, some posted. I write to teach or encourage; to blow off steam; and for fun! I had my own motorcycle in my 40s; I was a bluegrass music DJ for about 13 years; I've performed some. I am a member of the NRA. In 2003 (age 59), I became high partial legally blind; in 2005, I had to get hearing aids! Franklin Field said: "Poor eyes limit your sight; poor vision limits your deeds". And no kidding, the picture was made April, 2012!
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
WINTER WEATHER
WINTER WEATHER
Today is chilly and drizzly,
Breezy and blue,
But I'm still above ground.
Now how about you?
My hands are now stiff
But I still hold a hook.
I'm blessed that I still
Turn pages of a book.
I'm often off-balanced
When I stand or step.
But I still get by
With almost no help.
Wish my hair would decide
If it's gray or it's brown.
It really won't matter
When I wear a crown.
Yes, I'm still above ground
Though my body will fail.
No matter the weather,
One day I'll be well.
By Netagene, off and on between 9:40am December 16, and 1am December 17, 2019. The very last line refers to the poem I wrote on November 14, 2018 (and posted here) which 2 friends turned into a song: "I Will be Well". The hook I mention in verse 2 is a crochet hook, a hobby which I do almost every day. My paternal grandmother taught me to crochet when I was about 7 years old.
Today is chilly and drizzly,
Breezy and blue,
But I'm still above ground.
Now how about you?
My hands are now stiff
But I still hold a hook.
I'm blessed that I still
Turn pages of a book.
I'm often off-balanced
When I stand or step.
But I still get by
With almost no help.
Wish my hair would decide
If it's gray or it's brown.
It really won't matter
When I wear a crown.
Yes, I'm still above ground
Though my body will fail.
No matter the weather,
One day I'll be well.
By Netagene, off and on between 9:40am December 16, and 1am December 17, 2019. The very last line refers to the poem I wrote on November 14, 2018 (and posted here) which 2 friends turned into a song: "I Will be Well". The hook I mention in verse 2 is a crochet hook, a hobby which I do almost every day. My paternal grandmother taught me to crochet when I was about 7 years old.
OLD FEEBLE GREY MARE
OLD FEEBLE GREY MARE
I'm an old grey mare and I feel feeble,
Like the toy that's called a wobbly weeble.
Feel like I've aged about 20 years
In less than 2 months of worries and tears.
Mousey hair suddenly has some white.
Seems like it happened overnight.
Aging means naps any time of the day.
But now more often. My body is clay.
God is the potter, after all.
Prayers to Him, whatever the call.
Surgery was good. Results were the best.
I'm an old feeble grey mare, but I'm so very blessed.
Written by Netagene, December 22, 2018, about 3½ weeks after having had surgery (November 27) for endometrial cancer. Thankfully Dr. Kerri Bevis and her team got it all. I had planned to say no if chemo or radiation had been suggested.
I'm an old grey mare and I feel feeble,
Like the toy that's called a wobbly weeble.
Feel like I've aged about 20 years
In less than 2 months of worries and tears.
Mousey hair suddenly has some white.
Seems like it happened overnight.
Aging means naps any time of the day.
But now more often. My body is clay.
God is the potter, after all.
Prayers to Him, whatever the call.
Surgery was good. Results were the best.
I'm an old feeble grey mare, but I'm so very blessed.
Written by Netagene, December 22, 2018, about 3½ weeks after having had surgery (November 27) for endometrial cancer. Thankfully Dr. Kerri Bevis and her team got it all. I had planned to say no if chemo or radiation had been suggested.
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