Monthly Archives: June 2014

10 Life Lessons From A Navy Seal

“The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday”

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
June 29, 2013

#1. If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.

During SEAL training the students are broken down into boat crews. Each crew is seven students—three on each side of a small rubber boat and one coxswain to help guide the dingy.

Every day your boat crew forms up on the beach and is instructed to get through the surf zone and paddle several miles down the coast.

In the winter, the surf off San Diego can get to be 8 to 10 feet high and it is exceedingly difficult to paddle through the plunging surf unless everyone digs in.

Every paddle must be synchronized to the stroke count of the coxswain. Everyone must exert equal effort or the boat will turn against the wave and be unceremoniously tossed back on the beach.

For the boat to make it to its…

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Glass of Water

Great analogy. These unknown authors ought to sign their work so they can take the credit they deserve.

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
June 26, 2006

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”

She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of…

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Grossly True*

Picking at the wound from before
Scraping the scabs off unhealed sores
Fingernail filth mingles with blood
Making for a red colored mud

New skin around the edge starting repair
Begins to bleed slowly from the new tear
One scab left hanging by newly grown skin
Quick rip by the teeth it’s a salty raisin

Tonguing the wound till it stops bleeding
Starting the process over just like seeding
Collecting the raisins for the tin can
Putting them down the girl’s shirts is the plan

*© 2011 Michael Yost 06/28

*A friend of a friend did this in grade school.


I am a Leaf

Do I need hope, and anticipate
Or try to be serene, and believe
Looking around at all the creation
Why do I feel so much like a leaf

Leaves fall off trees flying to and fro
His cool breathe allows rides for free
Seeing His handy work far below
My short life sees the beauty in trees

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/21


I’m glad you plucked it in from the air above you.
It just passed through my hair leaving silver slivers.
Gathering our thought’s basting them together
Towards balancing our being together forever

Our separate love’s of sadness and sorrow
Gives our new pattern together tomorrow
Old is new and new could be forever
Or my favorites, jeans from my pass me downs

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/12


Sunday’s I think the day couldn’t get any better
When I’m right… It’s short lived and the earth swallows
When I’m wrong… I’m right..The rain washes it away
What’s left of today… I find the mud and wallow

I’m drawn to bad luck and events on my days off
The tragic clown, Pagliacci, cried for me in the rain
Running fast, slipping on the sewer and floated
All the fuss helped promote his hurt and pain

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/19

Silly I’m The Whaler

Clever, careful and crazy
This is the way poems should come forth
Why do we write; we’re lazy
Instead of navigating north

That’s right a poet and a thailor
Other times a pawn and Queen
Then I’m playing gin with my jailor
Copying lost people is what I mean

Over night things usually change
But from my hand to the jailor’s
Alibi means I’m not the blame
Get me my ship I’m the whaler
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/17

Perhaps Some Craps over a Bottle of Schnapps

Your tender caress helped fill in the gaps
That were left open for trips, traps and claps
Hoping to catch someone who hasn’t collapsed
Or who ran the race without a relapse© 2014 Michael Yost 06/15


Opening the Locks


I grabbed the three keys from the wizard’s sash
The locks in her hair opened with a flash
The minstrel’s mandolins picked up their part
So much so we began singing to start

The confusion caught many unaware
Leaving the groom to check his underwear
Smiles and the red glow of our faces
Slowed subjects down dancing through the paces

The wizard’s sash with keys could not be found
Searching for the princess we hear a sound
Wolf’s of great size could only make that howl
Echoing off cliffs no mistake it’s a growl

The wizard seemed anxious with a secret
He needed to share, silver locks are magic
To keep the princess from tasting first blood
That will cause her to start a bloody flood

We turned and joyfully played together
Moon set now to hide from the bellwethers
Next is the full moon and we’ll take what’s needed
Unfortunate the wizard should have heeded
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/09

Nothing is Safe

Nothing has found its most foul place
In the alleys where nothing’s safe
They’re found on every side street
Police covered dead with white sheets

Walk alone and it’s a suicide
Don’t be fooled there’s homicides
Walk with friends or better stay home
So when you hear shots use your phone

Talk about this is always wrong
Scars will heal if you live that long
Leaving town to its own death wish
From heaven it’s a petri dish

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/08

The Blew Beach

The beach was really where we wanted to be
But the warm wet waves pushed up high tide
Dragging our lunch and towels out to sea
Then anger’s air blew until our tears dried

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/05

Your Pillow

Come lay with me, my chest has always been your pillow
With crisp new winds under our sheets we watch them billow
The moon again overshadows the sun eclipsing
Falling open over the moons glow and darkening

Poetically my four walls build up and around me
Leaving little time for you to feel my trust and foresee
What the world has for us coming together as one
Under the eclipsing and the blinding under sun

Without saying the stars have no right to bind us as one
No matter what hold they have they have no where to run
The rain came to us to wash away the rust and dust
We still have each other with our open heart trust

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/03

Cold Evening

Another cold evening without you
Spooning was a length of warmth delivered
Until morning you were exhaling blue
Tickling small hairs on my neck I shivered

Dave and I are all alone without Grace
She trained Dave very well and he’s behaved
Awaking again she’s not in her place
Morning passed badly getting dressed and shaved

Half finished dreams reflect my state of mind
Letting her go hasn’t been very easy
In the end once more, we’re left behind
But my love alone lets her go freely

The steel doors kept locked and the windows barred
She’s back at the asylum without delay
The patient and the dog were found by the guard
Trying to find a small place out of the way
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/01