MUTUAL AQUAINTANCE
outgoing
exotic
appeal
intuitively
appraised
& glimpsed
in
uninhibited
indicators
sensuously
sufficient
equanimity
understood
&reciprocated
There’s a woman I pass in the mornings
Who prefers not to nod a hello,
Not unusual for a New Yorker;
That’s the way that these things often go.
She seems close to my age, but walks slower
And her clothing is baggy and loose,
Unlike most of us out there with leggings,
Which she’d likely not wear, I deduce.
Yet this morning I passed her and noticed,
As I swiveled for a double-take,
That her t-shirt was very familiar
And quite certainly not a mistake.
For it once nestled, folded quite nicely,
In a drawer with the rest of my tees,
But I’d donated it to the thrift shop
Where I bring things that no longer please.
I was glad to see somebody wear it
Who’d appraised it with different eyes,
Yet I wondered why I hadn’t kept it
As an exercise shirt in my size.
I eventually turned a nursing client,
She draws upon with codes to suit her plan;
All questionable bills, can't be silent,
With no regards to gut trying to scan...
What purpose its significance serves right,
Let alone object the view of value
Its seeker appraised towards such delight,
Found trailing compliment can't dare subdue.
Just like those days I've been calm to be nice,
Every night is cool, happy and content.
But now, I make threats look shy to entice,
Persuading words with gut's raging consent.
Be nice: you are a darling, but be wise
To fit into my heads, your words; off guise
FLAT EARTH VS. GLOBAL
I don't believe the earth is flat
I'm not a scientist but it's a sure bet
That no matter how far one travels
No one has fallen over the edge as of yet
I often wonder if the flat earth society
Have memberships around the globe
How would they explain that phenomenon
The truth would sooner or later unfold
My sister and brother in law
Regularly hike the "Abby grind"
I'm sure when they are climbing, the flatness
Of the earth is not prominent in their mind
Though the flat earthers have some very good points
Like the earth is 71% H2o
Maybe in a sense it is flat
Because it's not carbonated, we know
When I was in school we learned the earth is round
But I'm from Sasatchewan, born and raised
And my world is definitely pancake flat
That's the situation here, that I've appraised
DJC Dec 23/25
Maybe I’d be happy if I had a swimming pool
Maybe I’d be happy if only I looked cool
Maybe I’d be happy if I won the lottery
Maybe , just maybe, well maybe.
Maybe I’d be happy if I owned a flashy car
Maybe I’d be happy, if I was a music star
Maybe I’d be happy if I was someone else but me
Maybe, just maybe, well maybe.
Maybe I’d be happy if my eyes were emerald green
Maybe I’d be happy if my weight could not be seen
Maybe I’d be happy if I could truly say I’m free
Maybe, just maybe, well maybe.
Maybe I’d be happy, is a somewhat hopeful phrase
Maybe I’d be happy simply needs to be appraised
Maybe I am happy but fail to ever see
Maybe, just maybe, well maybe!
'Tis off to the races now that homeschooling has ended.
One half earns for their subsistency,
other half learns about delinquency.
Be they friends and their best efforts were suspended.
Tale spring muses as the anticipant's
appraised specifies traditional hopes
load stages standard addictive transplants
secured cognitive lodestar prolonged copes.
Missteps venture the wide-eyed sneeze, and runny nose
a caption reads, "This be the Time.", gone are
the reporting authors, counting those
to acknowledge them, minus their star.
Bloom's wilt and hues fade know not the hour caused,
advents trending acquisitions neglect closure
but fail to end the brotherhood of friends exposure.
halls went silent the schoolyard empty, turned men paused.
we all have it
measures vary
as self appraised
drawn to harmony
sacred geometry
a magnetic pull
07-May-2023
SIGNIFICANCE
an
imperfect
rhapsody
embellish
unforgettable
melodies
venture
forth
heartened
delight
conveniely
exaggerated
compounded
phrased
&
appraised
estimated
&measured
circling
comprehension
in
creative
forces
lapsed
destiny
both
beautiful
&
emotional
Behind a gauze of softest grays
In a sky of baby blue
The moon in waxing gibbous phase
Rises slowly into view
She rests her cheek upon the haze
Of stratus thin and few
For so content is she to laze
As a goddess is wont to do
A precious gem to be appraised
A pearl, a treasure true
I feel I should avert my gaze
As dusk arrives on cue
Though mysteriously mute she stays
I still bid her adieu
The moon is set in her old ways
And I in my ways, too.
Howling winds, tranquil mind
As self-appraised
Egoic bind
Howling winds, childlike glee
Dance of aliveness
Soul’s free
08-October-2022
Bill Shakespeare is wanted for hate speech,
His study’s surrounded with tape.
The local police were slow to react,
He may already have made his escape.
There’s a chance that he’s gone into hiding
To work on the draft of a play;
Anne Hathaway helps with enquiries:
Where’s old Bill? She’s refusing to say.
She cannot abide the intrusion,
As detectives examine each sonnet,
If she pops down the market she wears a dark cape
And hides her face under a bonnet.
She’s missing the warmth of her husband,
His sensitive hands and dark beard.
She hopes that they’ll soon be together
But meanwhile, her dear Bill’s disappeared.
And Bill’s understandably nervous
’Cause writing these plays is quite hard.
He enjoys married life with his beautiful wife
And his neighbours now call him “The Bard.”
The risks of a long legal battle
Could distract him for over a year,
If the courts rule against his linguistics,
That might end his productive career.
This poem references the emotions of fear, hope and love now that historic scripts are frequently re-appraised - and sometimes condemned - against modern norms and expectations.
Casual glances at ballroom dances
an eyebrow raised, a bare shoulder appraised
Mask passions profound 'neath waves of sound
on alabaster marble hunting grounds
An idol thought ...
A pair of worn gym shoes was sold for $1.47 million
Those appraised, prized puppies
were formerly Space toe Jam possessed
by a famous athlete
Bet cha’ that wealthy person ain’t buying
a pair of used, musty sneakers
of skid row quality
A dumpster sale item,
which once belonged on the po’ feet
of a homeless, societal discard
That bum rubber smell
won’t Fido fetch
a fraction of the celeb garage sale price
It Scholl must-y be garbage nice
to be so stinkin’ rich
Getting good foot-to-fanny finance advice
Mmm Oblongata observation of the auction absurd
10-26-21
Converse compulsion in the dust of the day
Doggedly defying its din to abate…
For silence surrounds, it has so much to say -
Appraised to be golden, not measured by weight -
Cajoles with the cascade of calm in coy play,
Listen to silence, it has so much to say.
September 6, 2021
I had a dream to dissolve my body
Into harmony and song.
Not to be appraised course or consequence,
But the ecstasy for which I long.
I’d seen sparks pique, however, now they taunt
Ere each breath, each glare guts me.
I’ve been left to wonder, will passion pass,
Or will destiny cage the free?
Physical facades that guzzled my breath—
I loathed am’rous transactions—
Abandoned me gasping, grasping for air.
Throttled, I lay in satisfaction.
For today I gazed on as swarms of flies
Amassed stale, dead to the floor
Induced, I grin, inhale seriatim
Plaguing every lung, every pore.
For salt and terror could never hatch wood,
And doors are never undone.
Time festered and birthed a derisive spring
Which befell the immolated sun.
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