Having fresh eggs
Would be so nice,
But I gag when
I consider what it
Would be like to
Maintain
A chicken coop.
Then I omit
That thought,
Knowing
I would never
Own a chicken coop
Anyway.
So much for
The possibility
Of fresh eggs.
3WW CCXLVI
Having fresh eggs
Would be so nice,
But I gag when
I consider what it
Would be like to
Maintain
A chicken coop.
Then I omit
That thought,
Knowing
I would never
Own a chicken coop
Anyway.
So much for
The possibility
Of fresh eggs.
3WW CCXLVI
Sometimes people float into
Our lives, and they stay a while.
You don’t know how long
They will be there.
Sometimes you become friends,
Due to common interests,
Or common experience.
And sometimes that friendship
Blooms into something more.
Sometimes you really care
About each other,
And sometimes, you fall in love.
From there, at least for a while,
Things sometimes go nicely,
But often, one or the other
Brings the sting of pain
Into the relationship.
And from there,
The relationship is tested.
Can the love withstand
The pain, or is there
Reason to break?
Such is the path,
That some tread lightly,
And some go through
Full-force, future-be-damned.
Either way,
Sometimes love is fickle,
And sometimes love
Turns into war.
One never knows
What to expect,
When one falls in love.
Carry on Tuesday #110
Opportunity knocks,
And I turn my back.
Not into playing
Any high-strung games.
Not into risking
My meager employment.
Not into hob-knobbing
With those that want to show-off.
So when opportunity comes
My humble way,
I say no, thank you,
Perhaps another day.
Sunday Scribblings #272
Time,
Energy,
Effort,
Concentration,
Relationships,
Money,
Emotions,
Risk,
Image,
Arguments…
Wasted.
Relationships,
Experiences,
Knowledge,
Entertainment,
Recreation,
Dreams,
Love…
Sacrificed.
About time,
Wouldn’t you say?
Better late than never,
I hope.
And enough is enough.
Sunday Scribblings #268
Staying true,
And being blue.
Standing here,
Showing no fear.
On the threshold
Of something new,
Something honest,
Some don’t do.
Showing one’s faults,
Showing one’s doubts,
Not hesitating
To leave the big house.
No cover, no shame,
No hiding one’s name.
Just being me.
Do you dare to do
The same?
Writer’s Island
Week #25
Claim maim rearrange route
Loud lift lame lord angel kick
Ripped sick murder self more
Sake label if staple seeping
Slick town able realize meek
Meal semblance ignorance did
Sweep mange ailing rowdy
Reeking rift lacking weep make
Tend sleep rend leak wanton.
Crushing arms of death
Come down from the sky.
I ask, I plead again,
The tried old question, “Why?”
Fearing worse than death,
I run as fast as I can.
Nothing left but now.
No time to prove a man.
What is worth it?
Life is such a chance.
To commit or to be free,
A question of romance.
A decision must be made,
At least according to the rest.
To measure up to snuff,
To pass their crazy test.
I came close,
Or at least I thought.
I prayed.
I read the Bible.
I went to church.
I worshipped “Someone”
Whom I believed to be God.
I “fellowshipped” with other believers,
Or I tried, anyway.
I read devotional books,
Yearning to improve
My spiritual relationships.
Over the years, it happened,
Slipping through my fingers,
I lost touch, I lost Him,
Then, nothing.
Carry on Tuesday #109
Come through the twists and turns,
Out of the darkness and the howling moon.
Come inside to be comfortable,
To belong, to be welcome.
You have a future where
You have a good place.
We will love you and give to you
All that you need and desire.
We will help you find in this world
The key to fulfillment and success.
You will realize that this world
Is not as scary as it seems.
You will find that someone cares,
Someone loves you,
And all is not lost,
Not by any means.
Poetic Asides
Some play, create.
Damn, annihilate.
Switch, reach, real.
Member, mow, sink.
Swamped, swing.
Swell, wing, will.
Swallow, arrow.
Mame, more, kill.
Still, steal, nail.
Nick, nice, narrow.
Rent, stab, lord.
Mellow, eat, keep.