Are great fun!
They fit in your hand.
Such playful things.
Mine like to play hide and seek.
But very dangerous.
If they get under my feet.
I might fall on the floor.
Arg, not sweet!
6/15/2021
**
This is only about my hall closet. His gigantic sisters and
brothers are in other rooms.**
A plethora of aged but lovely shoes and slippers, I can no
longer wear.
Jackets, sweaters, raincoats without rip or a tear.
Even Mother's mink stole, I wore to my daughter's wedding.
Those thigh-high white boots, woo-hoo! Perfect in California's
gentle, loving weather.
Sturdy umbrellas for a drought- ridden California?
Attractive paper shade umbrellas! for when the temperature
outside is 103 degrees. Arg!
A deep aquamarine leather jacket, which when worn, makes
me feel like an attractive queen!
Plaid boxes of treasured photos through the years.
Running shoes, white, floral, silver and gold.
These are only some treasured, items I do use and find joy
to simply behold.
4/25/2021
The chimes are ringing in the hall
I can't really make sense of it all
At the front door I roll to check
Nobody there, oh what the heck
Look under my pillow, sheets, and duvet
Arg...I don't have any time to play
Under the bed I'll take a peek
Crap, now there's pizza sauce on my cheek
Out the window there's a green limousine
One that before, I have never seen
Tinted glass and doors shut tight
As I approach, it peels our of sight
Oh musie climb back in my head
I've got so much that needs to be said
Musie my musie you presence is missed
I've got poems to write, please don't resist
Oh musie don't be a little witch
Climb back in and turn on my switch
Ding dong the bells echo all around
but nowhere can my lady be found
I just lost all thoughts
for what to write
an ode to all poets?
A political debate?
A cross country race rap?
Arg i feel so ashamed,
So dim Witted
Maybe You my
Poetry Pals
Will spit out
All you think i should write
And ill for sure dedicate it to all yours=)
arg,
the life of a student doth do well
the jargins of homework feelith like hell
so big my brain, filled to the top
too much, too much, pop pop pop!!
save me! Oh this poor wreched soul
cast me away, I'll take the north pole
hell shan't find me out there
so cold and lonely nay a soul anywhere
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