Friday, June 18, 2010


To pests that make my patience wilt
I muster my most gracious lilt
and jerks that make my joy disperse
will seldom hear my muttered curse,
for static from the sullen sort
is never able to distort
the view that somewhere deep inside
we all have angels that reside.


Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

A wonderful lesson in self control!

Best wishes,

Carrie Van Horn said...

I agree with Eileen. It is a great lesson in self control, that more of us should practice. Love the poem.

be not blind said...

WOW. I'm speechless. ..I'm going through something at my work with a guy that is getting pretty ugly. This was posted right when I needed it. I actually just wrote a poem the other day about my situation. I'll post it probably next week. -Psalm 141:3

Dimple said...

Hello Bob,

Wonderfully composed...
"we all have angels that reside"

I just loved it. The expression, words and the entire package :)


rch said...

Hi Eileen, thanks though I have polished it up a bit because my curses aren't alwats so silent ;)

Hi Carrie, it takes a lot of patience, thanks for stopping by.

Hey bnb, isn't it wierd how things happen? I'll watch for that poem.

Hi Dimps, hope all is well with you, thank you :)

Dimple said...

Hello Bob,

Yes, I am fine... was very occupied @ work so, couldn't find time to read your stuff... So, clearing the pending work of leaving my comments ;-)

Take care bud!

Robert Lloyd said...

But isnt poetry a great way for your patience not to wilt? I really liked the poem from begining to end. I think maybe we all could stand to pull out the angels that reside in us every once in a while. It would make things easier...Im guilty more often for not doing so. Thanks for the reminder.

rch said...

Hey Dimps I know how you feel!

Hi Robb, yes it definitely helps to keep me centered if I can do it, though mine likes to hide sometimes.