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POEM:  It Never Fails
 POEM:  Does You Has To Sing? POEM:  Another Sleepless Night POEM:  Definite Maybe 
 

IT NEVER FAILS

If I make special plans,
It never fails. . .
Something goes wrong.
Sometimes it's little things that affect my plans,
And I must make adjustments.
Other times not so little things cause problems,
And some changes must be made.
Then there are the major setbacks.
With these all plans are off.
I make allowances for the little things,
I plan for the not so little things, just in case,
And I consider all that may go wrong.
But, it never fails. . .
No matter how careful I am,
No matter how long I plan,
No matter what precautions I take,
It never, EVER fails. . .
Something happens I hadn't allowed for,
And my life becomes a reflections of Murphy's Law.
Because it never fails. . .
"If anything can go wrong, it will,
And at the most inopportune time!"

Kathi Phillips 
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DOES YOU HAS TO SING? 
Bad singers:  off key and out of tune--
Many of us share that honor.
But did your infant child
Place a hand across your lips
Whene'er you sang a lullaby?
I love to sing
And do so
(If no one is listening).
I used to sing more
Until my three year old asked,
"Mommy, does you has to sing?"
Tonight I listen to Karaoke and wonder
Where is that three year old now--
For with him I'd ask,
"Does you has to sing?"
Must I be subjected
To some foolish singer
With one to many
Under his belt
Belting out songs
I used to love?

Kathi Phillips 
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ANOTHER SLEEPLESS NIGHT

My stomach hollars,
"Feed me, feed me!"
My body mumbles,
"Sleep, I need sleep!"
But my mind spins
At an ever increasing pace,
New ideas race 'round my brain
As I toss and turn through the night.
I feed my stomach
(It yelled so loud),
I appease my body
With covers wrapped tight,
But in the dark stillness
My heedless mind runs on.
I try many ways
To quiet my mind--
All efforts are wasted
As ideas clamor so loud.
So I toss off the covers
And reach for the pen,
My endless ideas
To tumble to paper.
They fall from my head
To a jumble before me
(I'll write them all down
And organize later).
With ideas now permanent
I return to the darkness
In hopes that the clamor
Will cease for a season,
At least long enough
To rest for tomorrow.

Kathi Phillips 
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DEFINITE MAYBE

He once proposed to me.
In fact, he'd marry me anytime.
All I have to do is say, "Yes."
But, he doesn't go to church,
He prefers the bars.
He's a non-Christian
And an alcoholic.
At first I thought he was joking,
So I kidded back.
He was serious and later proposed again.
He wouldn't accept a "no".
He kept proposing.
So I told him, "If. . ."
If he went to church,
If he stopped drinking,
If he did this for six months,
Then I would think about
The possibility of
Maybe considering his proposal.
He didn't go to church,
And he didn't stop drinking.
But he stopped proposing,
He had an acceptable answer.
And now he calls me his definite maybe.

Kathi Phillips 
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