"Righting Thieves Daze!" By Joana Young

Their our sew mini pee pole hoot due knot no how two right! Wit gramma issues, tiepoles, cinnamons, n queued acronymz, peeple tink thay our riders! Are brainz our sow amayzin', wii our a bull two sing hims... in steel knot no how two spill write!! Wurst, they no their our txting is shoes, butt know won gives a ship! Eye due knot swair, butt WTF? Eye jess wanna sway, "Git a ejucakation if ewe due knot no how two spill write!" OMG! Hoot in da whirled well wok necks too us, if wii due knot no how two due it write, in how wheel in knee won have inny eye deer how too reed are righting, write?!? Gimme a brake... ewe no? Watt's da porpoise two right if it is knot dun wright? IM POwed win eye see (in hare it wit mine owed airs), all dis crêpe! Will, dats it four now. LOL! ;p xoxo

By Joana Young

© Copyright April 2011

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this is the poem i wrote last night on my phone via gmail (so it doesn't suddenly disappear). hehehe i was a tech writer before. i was also a college academic counselor, so when adults write unintentionally WRONG, it reflects badly professionally. currently, in the dept where work, i QC documents... for clients with BIG $$!! we cannot have any mistakes or we could lose (or some people say 'loose' hehe) the client!! please do not take offense at my humour!! it is just poking fun and not meant to hurt those who do not know english well. LOL, i'm sure foreigners in your land make innocent mistakes or have misunderstandings and it is laughable, but in a light-hearted and good way. for example, a foreigner once told me, "when i first came to the USA, i went to the restuarant and they asked me if i wanted a super salad. i knew english well, but had no clue what a super salad existed of! so later i found out it was 'soup or salad' and it was so funny!"  

in a casual environment, short writing is ok. however, writing professionally or in a business atmosphere, i often cringe at people's spelling and use of synonyms (please don't worry, i'm not saying anything about you lovely creative folks!!!!). it cracks me up how creative people are with txt messages too (i do it too!!) soooo creative!!!! so i make fun here in my write. i do feel that there is a rapid decline in the desire to write formally and with the proper spelling (lazy through spell check!!) and grammatically. for the kids these days, it is a crying shame!!

i know u are a clever "cleaver" peeps and will figure out each word. they are done with care, and i hope u laugh your a$$ off!! i am truly enjoying your friendship and fab interactions on all levels. i just feel that it is also incredible how wonderful our minds work. though there are so many ways to read something, we still are able to figure it out and seek to understand. hope you had fun!!!! xoxo 

BTW, i don't mind if you would like to share this. it is meant to be enjoyed WIT lotsa love and laughter!!! ♥ please just use the link so i can see the comments too!!! 

Who is this old man? :: Poem & Recording by: Joana Young

Poem & Recording by: Joana Young

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Who is this old man?

He used to run about life with a heightened pace;

But now, he goes around with shoes he cannot lace.

Who is this old man?

There was not a day he would go without singing songs;

But now, he feels there isn’t a place where he belongs.

Who is this old man?

He used to be courageous, strong, and put up a fight;

But now, he feels defeated, and desperately cries at night.

Who is this old man?

He used to have the wisdom of a thousand years;

But now, he is shadowed and blinded like closed veneers.

Who is this old man?

He was known to travel to exotic and adventurous lands;

But now, his despair mounts like grains of sand.

Who is this old man?

He was a man whose life’s problems he would conquer;

But now, his mind is blank, hazed, and dazed in a blur.

Who is this old man?

He would share in the glory and excitement with bliss;

But now, all he can do is sit in silence and reminisce.

Who is this old man?

He once would go bravely into the dragon’s lair;

But now, all he does is look out the window and stare.

Who is this old man?

He would fly over the hills that no one would see;

But now, he just says, “The noose is knotted, just let me be.”

Who is this old man?

He would garnish himself with such laughter and joyful happiness;

But now, loneliness engulfs him in pangs of distress.

Who is this old man?

He once was a man who was loved and adored;

But now, he is withered, tattered, and scorned.

Who is this old man?

For this man still holds all of these amazing qualities… it is his own perception of loneliness and lowliness that he is plagued with. He is not old at all in years, but in his fears, and his doubts, and his tears… and he chooses to dwell under the darkest cloud. For this lovely man has not smiled or felt anything. He has become dead inside, empty. There is no sound, nor action, nor voice, nor gift that will uplift this old man. He has become sedentary, has given in, anguished, and no hope to live again.

Who is this old man?

He is one who has blessings in disguises in all forms, but chooses not to be grateful. Like a train, they pass right by him without notice, without a glance, without a chance that he can become ‘this person’ who he ‘once was.’ Or, could this be an illusion? It is for him to decide. It is for him to continue down the discontented path or make the arduous journey, the long trek, through the desert, through the mounds of sand, through the storms of tears, through the fire of those dragon lairs, through the noose and round up those fears, through the bewildered shadows of a million years, through the heightened air of heaviness to see the sun, to feel the warmth, to see the glory far beyond what he ‘used to be,’ for the train is waiting at the next station. He just needs to put on his best runners and make the first step.

Who is this old man?

He once was a man whose life was a mess;

But now, he has learned that he has been blessed.

Who is this old man?

He once was a man who was trifled and drowning in the sorrows he faced;

But now, he is a man who’s realized that life is preserved, and now has a place.

Who is this old man?

He once was a man who was without a care;

But now he is a man who is alive, and thrives, without a dare.

Photo credit by "mugley"

This photo was taken

on February 9, 2007 

in Melbourne, Victoria, AU.

GIVE AND TAKE

Gary Warne

“GIVE AND TAKE”

Hear the sound
Open your eyes
Turn around
Spoken lies

How we change
Hands of time
As we age
Still we climb

Drying tears
Wounds that heal
Facing fears
Things we feel

Hearts are broken
People in love
Promises spoken
To God above

Lives we live
People together
We take, we give
Now and forever

Open your heart
Give your all
Drift apart
Must stand tall

Peace & strife
Help each other
Throughout our life
Friend and lover

© 1997