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Shifting Fortune
Once we’re accustomed to being kissed,
life forms itself into a fist.
All things don’t go as they should.
There is no perfect neighborhood.
Fate twists and wiggles, turns upon us.
What seems good fortune just might con us.
The only thing that really controls us
is how we deal with what life doles us.
When days turn into what you hate,
do not sit and equivocate.
Do not make life one long debate.
Do not turn martyr. Do not hate.
When others bluster and incite,
do not join their fruitless fight.
When misinformation’s at its height,
take a deep breath and choose insight.
It’s true some have more luck than others—
have more beauty, more faithful brothers.
The power you have is how you’re driven
to make use of what you’re given.
Be they tragedies or fortunes,
deal uniquely with what life apportions.
The word for the day way fortune!
Fortune. We just watched (because it was St. Patrick’s Day) “The Quiet Man” and she referred to the money that came with her when she married as “her fortune.” I think of it as the lines on my hand and maybe in my astrological chart or maybe Karma. It is so many things. Maybe it is all of that and something else, too.
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Nicely said, Marilyn.
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Your skill with couplets is very clear
I’m glad I stopped to read them here
I’ll stop to read again sometime
I always like a nice, tight rhyme
So keep them coming (oh, please do!)
I’m now the newest fan of you!
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Ha. Thanks, Ron.
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Everything you just said, One of the principles on which I raised my kids.
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Wise mama.
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great poem but don’t you think that pinny for a kiss went too far~? (re photo)
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That’s the ceiling of a bar in northern California! Don’t know how folks got up there to pin the bills up. They were real! A while later, they had to take them all down to repair the ceiling. I think they gave them all to charity and there was about $3,000 bucks up there.
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Wow interesting, and it reminds me of one that I used to visit in Bird Creek Alaska just south of Anchorage, called the “Birdhouse Bar”. It was partly underground (like a tiny dugout) you have in Dakota, it had a very low ceiling, the floor and bar had a slant to it, logs to sit on, and a little money pinned up, but mostly it had ladies panties and brassieres hanging from the ceiling and walls. A few men’s items but it seemed that they mostly only left calling cards (just like a man isn’t it). I heard It burned down but I also heard that it was rebuilt inside a hotel in Anchorage, No way they could have duplicated that ambiance~!!!….
More photos I must dig up~!!
SAM
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Don’t think I’d want to sip a drink sitting underneath someone’s panties..I have images of people zipping them off and stapling them up..
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Yes some of those people up there are a bit strange.
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That ceiling was so low, at times it was like your head was in the clouds…….so to speak~! It was an interesting place to visit though and the locals were interesting too. Must have made an interesting fire, not much more than a hole in the ground with a log front. The floor had such a slant that a drunk knew when he had enough. (I think~!)
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Probably even a totally sober person felt like they’d had enough walking on that floor.
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As for me, I was always there as an onlooker, the drive between there and Anchorage followed a crooked road along the water’s edge. It looks like the road may be better now. The town near there had been completely destroyed by the earthquake of 1964.
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