The French panties Bob gifted wife Sue
brought a comment that made him feel blue:
“Hon, I doubt these will fit
‘cause the bottoms are split!”
Bless her heart. She just hasn’t a clue.
You might learn a thing or two
About what you thought was true,
If you were just a fly on the wall,
A listening device made to deceive
Those in secret chambers as they weave.
It's a story they will tell
Of super spies to weave a spell,
A web of lies to catch the fly
And leave you in a world awry,
Minions run by the global cabal.
As it is the way with me, I have the car prepped by individuals whose love of the industry has acquired a rather peculiar name, "Grease Monkey."
I have no understanding of vehicles or their inner makings of their encasement under the hood the concepts of an engine. Repairing a flat tire, or locking the keys in the car, whereto, I leave it to AAA for its resolve.
Now the picture is made clear, the vehicle industry is one subject matter, when it comes to my person, I have little to no interest.
Now we're heading back to the Bay Area, and the four of us have some great conversations, lots of laughing, funny incidences in housekeeping.
I drove up to let all three off at Derek's place and waited in my car, as Derek went to retrieve his car. Jane and I shared some new news and there was no mention of that store incident, though it dwells in the back of our heads.
Derek drove to my driver's window, and I said I was going off to work, and I drove away and off to work I went, as they got into Derek's car till I was unable to see them.
Beneath smile exotic, gleaming moon’s delight,
We embraced romance of a passionate night,
Whispering deep secrets of moments sublime
Unveiling sweet story of undying-love in prime,
Of promises eternal, pledging together forever,
Journeying through life’s endearing endeavor,
Vowing to traverse through oceans of ardour
Eying abode amorous, vying tomorrow’s shore.
Alas! love soon turned errant, choosing to detour,
Straying from accords youthful, but immature,
Rejecting once enamored elation of evermore,
Opting bliss in yonder beyond passions of yore.
In solitude we bid goodbyes to love gone awry
Lamenting wistfulness frequenting pensive sigh
Saddened by bleak story, woefully incomplete,
When dissonant forlorn vibes, accepted defeat.
Yet, we found pathways renewing our dreams,
Reinvigorating assonance of past broken themes
As fervid interests, on divergent paths aligned,
Rewriting ending of story, destiny had designed.
Hosting moments solitary, as I often think of you,
Rekindling in your embrace, love we once knew,
Reminded I am, how memories have feelings too,
Though melodies they strum, no longer ring true.
In summer we shatter into pieces of grief
In autumn we decay as a fallen leaf
Mizzling rain that dribbles down begrimed window pane
Binds me to the chain of an old memory lane
Making balance betwixt two way traffic of solace and pain
like cold blooded amphibians and fishes that are tame
Sheperd that stands on the bridge betwixt life and death
Playing flute with petrichor emanating through breath
Taste of green chillies burn,bloom of lillies bewilder
Come,as the new rainbow,as the rebuilder
In winter we melt as white sheet of snow ,and disappear
and again we condense like colourless water,and reappear
In spring we renew with heather, hopes and flowers
to fly our kites high above clouds and showers
Written:05-06-2023
Gangsta rap gone awry
Critics and fans ask why?
Artist say it's an open market
Parent's say they're young, and the target
Rappers write for the buck
Teens listen and buy for their luck
Rap music was once focused towards blacks
Now that it's multicultural, watch your back
Rappers on the west coast and east coast
It's about who's turn it's to boast
Purpose of the message is to negate
Politicians should take action and legislate
Young people take heed, get an education
Your leadership is vital, to this nation
Accept some advice, find another way
Gangsta rap gone awry
Why does the mind love those fanciful tales
of firey dragons and great dancing whales?
Easier to digest spurious tales gone awry
than to taste sweetness of questioning why.
January 27, 2022
Bite Size Poem #34
by Line Gauthier
Once upon a time
In the distant past
There was a country
Built by the sweat of her adopted children
And painstakingly through thick and thin
Became God’s own country
The light of the world
Whenever she spoke, the international community stood still
Enemy countries quaked and trembled
While allies scampered to mollify
The police officer of the world
Once upon a time
His Excellency epitomized leadership in times of global emergency
Today that is no more
Glory has departed from God’s own country
She has become a laughing stock in the comity of nations
A vicious and unscrupulous dictatorship is on the prowl
A clown in the mold of Donquizote is holding sway
Executive mendacity has become the order of the day
Don't cry to me America
Rescue your country from American dream gone awry!
I used to be a "hottie"but now, I just go potty.
What on earth could be the matter with my ever shrinking bladder?
I hold no affection for my sun damaged complexion. Too many summers at the sea have caused barnacles to grow on me. Alas hoorah, horr ray, at least my
hair's not turning gray..My aging back is not that great and with these hips I negotiate, and try to keep stiffness at bay, just to face another day. I now write
a weekly "to do list", so things don't go awry, things I might miss..I think growing older really sucks, unless ofcourse one has big bucks and can afford those nips and tucks.
Hubert awash was a Josh for his Bonn,
he was in a toss at the ton and never knew his cons,
say today that was interest and wand, that he could only shoot his lawn-
he never needed but had all his own knots for the fawns.
April has gone awry and is sending snow.
Old Man Winter laughs, and refuses to go.
He huffs and puffs and sends a cold blast,
But Spring in her glory will soon surpass!
I have always, so it seems been obsessed
I know it strange, tis most bizarre I guess.
With the phenomenon of gone awry
And signs and omens God puts in the sky.
And now, Erika in yon atlantic.
Calm resolve and prepping . No need panic.
Over " Bermuda triangle" ever THAT be.
What will you do , we see you in the sea.
Things go awry but life moves on anyway
There's love and laughs and takes for gain
For every high there is low and loss the same
A fight against change let my good times stay
Please remain please remain they never stay.
Things aren't right but life moves on anyway
The further from the center the more we cycle and change
Until our change too starts to stagnate
Somewhere between we see spring to heat
'Till the leaves are no longer green or breathe.
Things get ****ed but life moves on anyway
How lucky are we? To wonder and dream
Of a life where we might have shared love between?
When the empty we heed echos of a world in need
How lucky - just how lucky - are we?
Sometimes plans just go awry
Despite your best intentions.
Then you rally and you try
Assorted interventions.
You could shrivel up and die
From all the added tensions,
But to do so would defy
The normative conventions.
It’s a waste to wonder why
There have to be dissensions.
Life is likely to supply
Dilemmas and detentions.
So the thing to do is sigh
And focus your attentions
On ways for you to pacify
Your growing apprehensions.
When plans go awry,
You can howl; you can cry.
You can beat yourself up like an ape;
But what good does it do
When you try to pursue
Actions getting you bent out of shape?
It’s much better, I think
(And of course, I’m no shrink)
If you take disappointment and shove it.
Then the rest of your day
You can go on your way
Feeling proud that you’ve risen above it.
Everyone makes mistakes
But if one bellyaches
The good karma is pushed to the side.
It’s more helpful to shrug;
Better yet – give a hug
And don’t let angry feelings divide.
For what’s made you upset
You will come to regret
If you wallow and whimper and whine.
Suck it up – take a breath
For it’s not life or death,
Though it matters where you draw the line.
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