Submitted by DB-Fishbowl Members (written by others)
Below are writings submitted by DB-Fishbowl members but written by others. Another page, Poems and Prose, includes writings by DB-Fishbowl members.
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The Hum of Power
By Kirk Collier
(Sung to the tune of The Sound Of Silence)
[Submitted by Darlene Laibl-Crowe. This was written in the aftermath of Hurricane Irma. The writer lives in Palatka (Putnam County) of Florida. I want to share with everyone because it reflects what we all had to deal with due to loss of power for almost a week. Some in Florida are still without power as of today's date, September 17, 2017. Please continue to pray that it will be restored and the recovery will be quick and smooth! Grace and Peace to you all!]
Hello power, my old friend
Thank God you're in my life again
Five days without you had me weeping
It was much too hot to be sleeping
And the coolness that was planted in my brain
Thanks to the hum of power
In sweaty dreams I walked alone
The only life my charged cellphone
'Neath the darkness of a street lamp
I took off my shirt to the heat and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a 'lectric light
That split the night
And gave me the hum of power
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand linemen, maybe more
Linemen who said they were from Kansas City
Linemen who looked hot, tired and gritty
Linemen working lines that were way up high
And crossed the sky
They brought the hum of power
Guys, said I, you do not know
How I appreciate your glow
Hear my words that I might thank you
Take my arms that I might hug you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed to the men of power
And the linemen bowed and said
They had much more work ahead
And their trucks flashed out their warning
Soon the highways they were swarming
With bucket trucks whose drivers I hope saw me waving goodbye
And I went back inside
And reveled in the hum of power
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By Steven Wright
[Submitted by Rita Kersh. If you're not familiar with the work of Steven Wright, he's the famous erudite scientist who once said: "I woke up one morning, and all of my stuff had been stolen and replaced by exact duplicates". His mind sees things differently than most of us do. Here are some of his gems.]
I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
Borrow money from pessimists -- they don't expect it back.
Half the people you know are below average.
99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
82.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.
A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
If you want the rainbow, you've got to put up with the rain.
All those who believe in psycho kinesis, raise my hand.
The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
I almost had a psychic girlfriend... But she left me before we met.
OK, so what's the speed of dark?
How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?
If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy.
Hard work pays off in the future; laziness pays off now.
I intend to live forever... So far, so good.
If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
My mechanic told me, "I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder."
Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.
To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.
The sooner you fall behind, the more time you'll have to catch up.
The colder the x-ray table, the more of your body is required to be on it.
Everyone has a photographic memory; some just don't have any film.
And an all-time favorite.....
If your car could travel at the "speed of light", would your headlights work?
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By Author Unknown
If you put a buzzard in a pen six or eight feet square and entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of his ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of ten or twelve feet. Without space to run, as is his habit, he will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
A Bumblebee if dropped into an open tumbler will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat and the bee. They are struggling about with all their problems and frustrations, not realizing that the answer is right there "above" them.
-- Author Unknown
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"Pro Mundi Vigilans"
(Vigilant for the world)
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For old Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Someone who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, though small.
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier--
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end?
He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the papers that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
Our thanks to all veterans everywhere for your service to our country.
Received from Steve Sanderson.
Contributed by Trish
"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy- laden, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11: 28)