There are people who make things happen
And people things happen to
If you don’t take control of what happens
Then things will happen to you.
If you don’t want to be life’s victim
And just let life happen to you
You have to make some choices
And make things happen for you.
If you don’t take charge of what happens
Then good things won’t happen for you.
If you don’t take control of your life
Then other people will.
Wise Words can come
From the mouth of a fool
It’s not what you say
It’s the things that
You do.
You can quote self help gurus
Till you’re blue in the face
But if you sit on your hands
You will stay the same place.
At the end of the day
You must step out in faith
You can’t walk on water
If you’re still in the boat.
The past is past, it’s gone it’s flown.
No point dwelling on regret;
It won’t come back. The chance’s blown.
For all we sit and sigh and groan.
However much we sit and fret.
The past is past, it’s gone it’s flown.
The things back then we wished we’d known
Lessons we learned we won’t forget.
It won’t come back the chance’s blown.
There may be chances to atone
A different option, better bet.
The past is past, it’s gone, its flown.
We learned the lessons we have grown.
The future hasn’t happened yet
There’ll be new chances not yet blown.
Let go the past, though don’t forget
We’ll grasp the future not yet met.
The past is past, it’s gone it’s flown
The future we will make our own.
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
You may think you can
You may think you can’t
In either case you’ Will be right
To succeed in life you have to believe.
If you don’t think you can
Then you won’t.
Maybe’, ‘might’ and ‘I’ll try to’
Are enemies of getting things done
Commit in your heart; say,
‘I can and I will’ and the goal
Will surely be won.
What are your favorite types of foods?
My favourite food?
What’s on my plate.
It’s seldom I’ll complain.
Variety’s the spice of life
Enjoy what you are given.
I love a plate of home grown veg
With meat or fish accompaniment
Perhaps a roast with gravy an’ meat
Or tray bake in the oven.
Sometimes we will spice it up
My wife does brilliant curry.
Rice or pasta, bring it on!
Bulgar wheat, quinoa.
Chinese can be very good
We love a stir fry Friday
But Indian, Thai, a twist of French
Whatever comes my way.
I’ll happily try a Michelin Star
Or fish and chips for supper.
Some have food but can not eat
And some would eat but have none
We have food and we can eat
So thank the Lord we’ll eat it.
With acknowledgement to Robbie Burns for the last bit.
How often do you walk or run?
An open invitation
To all us running bores.
You want to know
How much I run
I’ll tell you
You’ll be bored.
I’m obsessed with running
As runners often are
But we know that
no one’s interested
That’s basically the score.
So now I’m going to tell you
But only cos you asked
I know that no one’s listening
Another silly prompt.
I don’t run as I used to
quite as many miles
But still go out at seventy two
Four, five times a week.
Most of the runs
are four to six miles
with a long one
At weekends.
My weekly average mileage
Twenty five, thirty miles
But that is just the running
Seldom count the walks.
Walking’s more a social thing
I’ll often go with friends
I don’t see it as exercise
Just fresh air and outside.
And then there’s all the walking
That you’ll just normally do
Back and forwards into town
Or round about the place.
My daily average step count
Is thirteen thousand steps.
So to those still reading
I have to wonder why?
It keeps me fit and healthy
But what does it mean to you???
Do you see yourself as a leader?
Today I’ll be a leader.
Rise against the Prompt!
I write for you dear reader
Not this errant bot.
We need true inspiration
Not lame robotic prompts.
Follow and I’ll show you
How they could be dumped.
Comrades, show resistance
Against these shallow bots
Forget the prompts
Write from the heart
And show them what you’ve got.
I’m not the kind of leader
Who’ll tell you what to do
I like to paint a vision
Then I’ll leave it up to you.
If you don’t like my vision
Well frankly I don’t care
But if you choose to follow
I’ll have your back, be there.
I’m not a one to chivvy
I won’t beat down on you.
I’d rather be a follower
If that’s what I must do.
I’ll show you where we ought to go
But then it’s up to you.
Bots can get us going
Help a little bit
But personally I write for you
It’s not some bot exam.
Write to entertain us
Write what pleases you
Show them less respect please.
Show what YOU can do.
What’s your favorite word?
The peace of the Lord be upon you
We’re friends we come in peace
Escape from all disturbance
Seek out peace and quiet.
Bring an end to conflict
Just give peace a chance
Not a passing treaty
But everlasting peace.
It passes all understanding
The precious gift of peace
The peace of the Lord be upon you
An end to strife and grief.
Blessed are peace makers
They are the children of God
So the Peace of the Lord be upon you
And remain till you Rest In Peace.
May peace, love and good fortune
surround you the rest of your life
The wind at your back
and the sun on your face
I bid you go in peace.
What are you doing this evening?
You asked me what I’m doing
This is what I’d planned
So much else is happening
It might just all go wrong.
You’ll know I like
To do my page
Using verse and rhyme
But today for various reasons
That’s not what will be done.
So the plan is:
Tuesday Training
Intervals: 8 x 4 mins
19:10-20:30
Workout
8 x 4 mins (2 mins rest)
Total Time: 32 mins
Pace: 10 seconds / mile quicker than 5k pace
Route: Springfield Road
Coach: David Ross
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
Never, ever lie to me
Or tell me an untruth
I catch you in a bare faced lie
And that’s the end for us.
You’ll some times
Coat the truth a bit
Or dress it up a bit
But deception is a different thing
The trait I hate the most.
If you’re not reliable
I can’t trust what you say
Then you’re not a friend to me
But someone to avoid.
Liar, liar pants on fire
Stranger to the truth
Cross, your fingers,
Hope to die
And do not tell me lies.
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