Affirmation prayer, for a guy waiting for the dryer to finish drying?.

(I started to write this as an affirmation prayer and then it fell into an life experience so easily that this came naturally as you read it. I, guess I am still looking for answers to life’s mysteries and they are staring right in the face every day and I can’t see the forest for the trees. No, wonder I am confused. The random thoughts while waiting for the dryer to finish. Too, much time on my hands ?, I love it, multitasking,…..lol’s, it’s I can do to walk and talk.)

Dear God, my Lord and Friend, give me the vision and insight to see what's true in this confusing life of mine.



Life is confusing enough without me asking why me?

Life is all about doing for ours,

and not expecting anything in return.

That’s what my Mother had taught us.



The only exception might be, our children.

All we ask is for them to listen and respect.

Do your chores and quit complaining.

All I ask is for everyone to get along.



Yes, there will be problems, lets keep them small.

Talk the talk and walk the walk.

Prove yourself to be worthy of the life you have been given

And let us live it as best that we can.



Lord, struck me with cancer, its an question, no answer,

Why did I live and my did my friends died.?

Just, saying the word sent chills through out my being,

Now, its my companion, veiled within.



Once you get to know, what you know,

Its not so bad, but frightens other people.

They are over come with the fear of the unknown,

that its you, you, that comfort them.



Then, slowly and with not a malice purpose,

These, friends fade away, like yesterdays blooms.

Can, you call them friends now, ever again,

Or were they people that you knew in a former life.



Just as sure as death will claim us all,

They have died in our memories and wander the earth.

There is a lot, a lot of us, that have this foe,

A mortal fiend, if there ever was one.



Many names this foe has been called,

with his steely tension of unrelenting strength.

We, all battled together against a secreted foe,

Who shows up awkwardly and claims our lives.



Not only did it scare me, but my Families, our Friends Families.

Nearer my God to Thee was what I heard the most.

My favorite psalm was, the 23rd psalm,

The Lord is my Shepherd.



I, thank my brother-in-law Len, for his gift of hope,

The Gideon Bible traveling edition.

I now travel with it when ever I can.,

Small, fits anywhere.



At the lodge, We read this aloud everyday after our prayer,

And our numbers went from small to large.

We all gathered strength from the words,

And the company of our brotherly Soldiers.



As we prayed each and every day for strength,

To carry each other through the battle.

Through the chemo and radiation it sapped us,

Of our meager strength and résistance.



The hidden foe worked his sinister magic again and again,

And we fought back as best me could.

At days end we regrouped and counted the count,

Who was left and what do we do now.



Thank you, Lord, for the pills that helped us,

Through the retching pain and nausea.

On-dan-set-ron ,8 mg, what a name, for such a small pill,

I don’t care, it sure helped keep the stomach calm.



Funny, when you learn the small pill also helps,

Women who have morning sickness.

Also helps us to be cool, calm and collected,

I , have an appreciation for mother hood.



Why, it takes an illness to begin to appreciate,

What, other people have gone through before you.

It takes courage to lead the Family against the foe,

And through your example we know what to expect.



I am most grateful for the professionals who cared for us,

Their knowledge and compassion carried us along.

Kind and caring hands ,soothing and healing,

As the chemicals course though our veins.



And the rays of hidden searing power,

Attacking and eradicating the foe within.

The look of understanding and care,

Helps us, when our Families aren’t there.



These kind people whom I haven’t ever seen before,

Are helping, saving, our lives.

They, Treat this task as no big deal and yet,

We regard them as our Angels and Rescuer’s.



Some of them very young and delightful,

Envy them, it’s a sin isn’t it.

I, am glad they have chosen to pursue this course,

Against the foe, we need numbers.



I, have thought should, I ,be more like them,

Later, get better first, then plan the plan.





What’s hard about writing this experience,

Its, life, it, gets in the way.

I, have to clean up after breakfast and start the laundry,

And since we have all boys, the bathrooms, daily.



I can’t believe, such little boys,

Have such a powerful stream.

Truth, they can piss anywhere, but the toilet.

Just how big does it gotta be?.



I am thinking, time for them to begin,

To clean the pisser, you can bend over better than me.

Thank you Lord, not complaining, really,

Just telling like it is.



I have to say something, I do,

Because, no one around here listens, it seems.

Thank you Lord, for caring over me during the night,

So, I can be your humble servant again, this day. Amen.



Bruce Nuckowski


2012

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Devils Lullaby - Best biker song ever written

Lipstick in the Girls Bathrooms.

According to a news report, a certain private Catholic school was recently


faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning

to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine provided

it was of a natural or neutral skin tone, but after they put on their

lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little

lip prints. Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next

day the girls would put them back.



Finally the principal, Sister Mary, decided that something had to be

done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the

maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a

major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night

(you can just imagine the yawns from the little princesses).



To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, Sister

Mary asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was

required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in a toilet, and

cleaned the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on

the mirror.



There are teachers...... And then there are educators!!!

I, am still learning, from the man in the glass.

 This was a way of dealing with a lot of unfortunate stuff happening in our lives and it helped to write it out. Tears from the heart are the truest of all,you can't get any lower than that. And,from there its a slow way back to where you were, step by step.

bruce nuckowski-2012

Observing, as your parents, we lived your pain,

Through a hardship with spite, not a thing to regain.

Your existence is uprooted, memories ripped apart,

Lost, was life’s meaning, and lost, then your heart.



Unpleasant, for us to see this all transpire,

To lose your sunshine and that sense of desire.

To observe only shadows, the defeat of one’s fate,

To lose it all, but, you can save it, it’s never, too late.



No, was his answer, I have not that wish, to do,

It’s not in my soul to follow through.

My wants, must over come the need,

To, help me recover, a help to concede.



Not, a darker day, there is to pursue,

To, say it is over, vanished, my desire for you.

There, is this, this, greater sorrow,

No more, do I, yearn for, a better tomorrow.



As I wondered what the hell it was,

What, how did it happen, what is the cause?

Greater, in the glory or sadder the deed,

To revisit it all, was, was that the need?



To understand the manner that this had occurred,

Way too quick it happened, their visions blurred.

Swiftly, all things went out of control,

The price, loss of your self, that is your toll.



No further words could repair the hurt,

No gentle thoughts or laughter in mirth.

It’s time, draw back and see the clean light,

Time, again to rebuild, a start to do it right.



Stand up, struggle back and recover it all,

It’s now, right now, after this mind-numbing fall.

To scratch it back, that, what was lost,

To regain you’re self, no matter the cost.



You have accepted the most difficult test,

Can ,you now afford to sit and rest?

No, you can’t, for it’s just the beginning,

You are on a roll, its more than just winning..



The price you paid, a lesson in life, this was your class,

You were slapped in the face, and kicked in the ass.

It’s a character builder, now, you have no more fear,

You, only answer to the man in the mirror.



Mark; that is you, the man in the reflection,

Go to the mirror, stare, and see, any recollection?

Does, he look familiar, above and beyond all superstition.

A, true, and excellent man, the proper rendition,



Believe, this Mark; for I know what, I know,

About the future lessons that will come to show.

Without doubt, many good things that will come to pass,

I am your father, learning, from the man in the glass.!

Monday, October 24, 2005

Some, lessons in life, some of its zest.