Retirement Plans
The religious man
may have a questionable retirement plan
However,
his devout faith in God
will always pay him the highest dividends….
2008 © T Sheridan
poem by Ted Sheridan
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The highest art is always the most religious, and the greatest artist is always a devout person.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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A Swimmer Named Kennedy
When someone is a person of questionable integrity
and they have committed dubious acts in their past
many years of civil service to society and then they suddenly are befallen
with a fatal disease; (other than Liberalism….which is only a mental disorder)
why is it then that we always proceed to elevate
these immoral people to a higher level of respectability?
With no marginal reason ever given for their existence….
In memory of Mary Jo Kopechne (July 26,1940 – July 18,1969)
Who was left by United States Senator Ted Kennedy to drown in his car
after he drove it off of a bridge and into the water below; while intoxicated after a party. Senator Kennedy was married at the time of the accident and did not report the accident until much later that morning.
Senator Kennedy has never to this day claimed any responsibility for his actions.
Senator Kennedy has been recently diagnosed with brain cancer, and that is tragic,
but it doesn’t change his questionable character.
2008 © TS
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Sign Of the Fish
I’m going to design and patent a fishing lure
With the face of Jesus, Mohammad, Jacob
or Gautama Buddha on the body
These lures will catch only the keepers
And to Hell with the rest of them...
2008 © T Sheridan / Mr. Wiffle Sonic Tail Lures/ 20th Anniversary
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Varied Visions Of Retirement
RETIREMENT: An acquired belief that failure is impossible.
Investments made early-on, makes dividends more profitable.
Beneath it all, the pride of your labors will show.
Like a harvest moon or a brightly colored rainbow.
RETIREMENT: An emotional calmness, filled with tranquillity.
Extraordinary comforts - turn dreams into reality...
Holding this thought: Retirement is not a career ending...
New attractions, plus foresight - makes it a career beginning.
RETIREMENT: An intriguingly different lifestyle.
Imagine vividly your ego at peace for a while.
Without sacrifice your future has become a realness.
Custom designed an made valid by your own success.
RETIREMENT: An optional transitional symbol in careers.
Labors disgraces no one- no side effects- no fears.
Whenever questions of your success is in debate...
With pride convey your past reactions to any twist in fate.
RETIREMENT: An unconditional career for any season.
Great benefits, with unlimited freedoms for every reason.
This Era of unstoppable individual freedom is supreme.
A time to reflect on your momentum of pend- up dreams.
poem by Juanita Farrar
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Annual Review
In effect, the same as
smacking-the-tar out
of your dog a year later
for having pooped on
the carpet – come hell,
or high-water...
And as-far-as your boss
is concerned, you just
fell out of the stupid
tree if you think he’s
going to give you more
than five percent...
And even though you’ve
proven time-and-time
again you’re a success,
they still view you as
being at-the-bottom
of the corporate structure...
So, what’ya do, you start
looking for another job
where they will also rob
from the poor and give to
the rich – and it’s a ‘round
and a ‘round we go...
Someday you’ll stop, as-to
when, only retirement knows,
and then you’ll be looking for
part-time employment to help
supplement your so-called
pension, oh well...!
'2008'
poem by Robert Sheridan
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Erroneous Perceptions of Reality In a Late Afternoon's Sun
There is just something very sexy
about the way she twists and plays
with that short section of fine hair
on the left side of her pretty head; wrapping
it around her index finger and painted nail
as she glances into her car's rearview mirror
while she waits for the light to turn green
Meanwhile I stare at her in wonderment and pray…
that we are stuck in traffic forever…
The fantasy ends as the car behind me
honks for Jesus…
2008 © T Sheridan
poem by Ted Sheridan
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The retirement system that is in place for members of Congress and other federal workers features what is known as the Federal Employment Retirement Plan.
quote by Virgil Goode
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Animals and Investment
1. The Managed Fund
Crows guarded his retirement plan.
They marched around its perimeter.
Squirrels managed the fund.
They wore small green visors,
used their cheeks as briefcases,
embezzled by accident, forgetting
where they buried the dividends.
2. Fixed Income
One day so dispirited by his work
was he that he decided to retire.
He asked to begin to withdraw
his pension. The account-manager,
a raccoon, presented a box to him,
removed the lid, and waddled away.
The new pensioner peered in.
Feathers and leaves were all
the box held. His income was fixed.
poem by Hans Ostrom
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Looney Tunes
John McCain; Republican candidate and apparent nominee
for the Presidency of the United States of America.
John McCain sounds like Elmer Fudd when he speaks
but he looks more like Barney Rubble as he paces back and forth,
waving those stubby little arms of his up and down nervously
while hunting those crazy Wabbits…
John McCain. War hero.
Yet everything he shoots tastes like chicken….
2008 © T Sheridan
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Kicking It Up Their Wazoo....
Who threw me this fuc*ing football?
Expecting me to kick the sh*t out of it and then run
Where are those drunken buggers?
That placed a series of bets on me
To just quit and lay it all down on the ground
Like some bleeding punk…
That's what they'd prefer to think of me...
But listen to my words you blokes
And take a lesson from my lashing tongue
When I first entered this here game of yours
I was not having any fun
But after many yards and many years
Of beating my hard earned head
Against the inside of your legalizations of protective helmets
I think I’ve finally got the bloody hang of this
And I for one intend to win…
So I ask again…Who threw me this fuc*ing football?
2008 © T Sheridan
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Sometimes, his methods and his motives are questionable and even his morals are questionable in the way he does things. But I think his intention is always to protect his daughter.
quote by Victor Garber
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Sometimes his methods are questionable, and even his morals are questionable, but his intention is always to protect Sydney. So in that way I think he's a good parent.
quote by Victor Garber
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Everything Is Going To Be Like My Plan
Duty must be fulfilled
But everything is going to be like my plan
People could lie to me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Pray may be often
But everything is going to be like my plan
Time flies uncontrolled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Destiny may not be cooperated
But everything is going to be like my plan
Other plan may ruin mine
But everything is going to be like my plan
Body is reaching the limit
But everything is going to be like my plan
The will should be strengthened
But everything is going to be like my plan
The anxiety may be doubled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Critics never disappear
But everything is going to be like my plan
Life is unfair
But everything is going to be like my plan
The way seems lost
But everything is going to be like my plan
Regret is gnawing my sense
But everything is going to be like my plan
The goal still far away
But everything is going to be like my plan
The future end may unseen
But everything is going to be like my plan
Source may not be enough
But everything is going to be like my plan
Things always change
But everything is going to be like my plan
Problem keeps occurring
But everything is going to be like my plan
World would laugh
But everything is going to be like my plan
Failure keeps happening
But everything is going to be like my plan
Memories may not help
But everything is going to be like my plan
Luck may test me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Love may not support me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Weather wants to rebel
But everything is going to be like my plan
The form may be different
But everything is going to be like my plan
Hope could fool me
But everything is going to be like my plan
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The President has no real plan to address the fiscal challenges arising from the retirement of the baby boom generation, let alone a plan to fix Social Security.
White Guilt
Former President Bill Clinton
Eventually plays the race card
The way all liberals will when threatend
With an uprising down on the plantation
Over and over and time after time
We have seen this card trick done
They have used this tactic on the people
And up until now they have always won
But this time things are different
The people will say 'No' to this Uncle Tom'
And white guilt will elect our first black President
Note: If Condi Rice was running I'd vote for her....but just look how she was depicted by political cartoonist. All racism is politics.
2008 © T Sheridan
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Rusholme Ruffians
The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed
And his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
She is famous
She is funny
An engagement ring
Doesn't mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass (money)
And though i walk home alone
Though i walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout
The last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
A hideous trait (on her mother's side)
And though i walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
... but my faith in love is still devout
Then someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And though i walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
... but my faith in love is still devout
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She says : "how quickly would i die
If i jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
La ...
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease on the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She says : "how quickly would i die
If i jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(this means you really love me)
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(this means you really love me)
And though i walk home alone
Though i walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout
Though i walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout
Though i walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout
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Our esteem for facts has not neutralized in us all religiousness. It is itself almost religious. Our scientific temper is devout.
quote by William James
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Assurance From God
The Lord with a promise to fulfill, would send His Eternal Son to Israel,
To save His people from their sin, when the baby Jesus would enter in,
Sending Him into that tiny nation, as Messiah delivering their salvation,
A prophecy from back in Paradise, pointing all people to Jesus Christ.
God’s perfect plan was prophesied, with the child found in virgin bride,
Whom the Holy Spirit conceived, that Mary and Joseph, both received,
When God assured Joseph that day, so that he did not put Mary away,
Then Joseph, being a righteous man, believed and obeyed God’s Plan.
And taking Mary home as his wife, he displayed a faithful obedient life,
Together they’d raise God’s Son, who would be the Savior of everyone.
And with Immanuel now with us, in God all peoples can place their trust,
To live a life of faith through Grace, this no matter what in life men face.
That little baby born in Bethlehem, would become the Savior of all men,
Growing up in the town of Nazareth, He would become God’s Ideal Gift.
Sent down to deliver not only the Jew, but all the believing Gentiles too,
And through our faith as we believe, God’s sustaining Grace we receive.
Now, given Joseph’s Faith illustration, when we accept God’s Salvation,
God gives assurance to each man, who walks in faith pursuing His plan,
So through faith accept Jesus Christ, to see what God does in your life,
Whether you’re a Gentile or Jew, display faith and see what God will do.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
The highest spirituality indeed moves in a free and wide air far above that lower stage of seeking which is governed by religious form and dogma; it does not easily bear their limitations and, even when it admits, it transcends them; it lives in an experience which to the formal religious mind is unintelligible.
quote by Sri Aurobindo
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Anniversaries are for old fools like me
My love,
The feeling for me is the same as it was then,
when I first touched your soft gorgeous hand
as you passed me a glass of wine with my dinner.
I remember dreaming about kissing your full lips
later that night and holding your soft waist and hips
in my arms; not knowing if you felt the same way about me.
I would wait patiently for hours to pass so that I might
find another reason as an excuse to call and hear your voice
say my name in a way only you could. I would put my ear to the phone
trying to be closer to you and although I knew
how silly that was, it didn’t mater to me…because with you
silly was how I became whenever I said your name.
And so, these many years later, on our anniversary;
I remain, your silly old fool…
and I still love you more than ever…
2008 © T Sheridan
poem by Ted Sheridan
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