Hands of time

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

I see these once tanned hands.
Lots of wrinkly skin around the knuckles.
This means — must have been ready to bend into a new shape at the clinch of a fist.

Continual reminder

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Plans are never easy
when contending with the soul.
Success is always worth the price
after accomplishing the goal.

There is hope

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

The difference between
being on a leash or in a cage
means that either way, this perspective
still makes for a dog’s life.

Under someone’s thumb
causes every effort to seek out freedom
where it can be found
and forget the ties that bind.

Taller than the trees

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Night falls
upon the forest
yet every tree
is still.

The stars
highlight this motionless
thrill.

Working hard

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

The idea of ‘work’ can mean building a palace or
destroying people and places.

Work can be hard, easy, profitable, masterful, secretive and even stupid.

Work also wears a “suit phrase”
which gives ‘metaphor’ a run for its money. (see below)

The biggest question for OG workers is:
How in the world can clicking a mouse be considered work?

You woke up, today. You won

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

He walked out of the war zone.
Almost no one survived the barrage.

Give

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

photo: Caroline Gorka

Faith turns out to be enough for a thinker.
Acts turn out to be much more for the doer.

Give a hand in need.

We demand justice when people are selfish,
but cry for mercy when we ourselves stumble?

Give sympathy.

Famous last words – Ode to Ronda Jean

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

She took a swing and landed a belt.
The first heavy-handed blow.
“Bonk!”

My Nuss Won! ®

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Why drink a SODA POP that ONLY offers you ZERO calories???
Drink this beverage instead AND LOSE WEIGHT!

My Nuss Won! ®

My Nuss Won! ® actually takes MORE calories to digest than it offers,
virtually guaranteeing you lose weight from trying to swallow it
or the science involved in this endeavor.

Here is the “Formula” :

Just One Thing

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

I stumbled during a recent quest to understand why we celebrate Friday.  For some it’s just another day. For others it is their Monday.  For shift workers Friday could start as late as 11 o’clock in the evening. Why does this day get universal “thanks” for a crown?