Lately my mind ebbs
Days mind numbingly routine
The Summer just flows
(8/6/26)
So many things to do.
Won't let the rain slow me down.
Check off my long checklist.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
When I was younger I practiced meditation
Like clockwork, sitting twice a day
And sometimes all day.
Now that I’m older
Fatter, wiser, more stiff and tired
I still practice
But in the form of watering gardens
Feeding dogs and mowing lawns.
I’ve got these routines down
So they are mostly mindless
Which is of course the goal
Of all mindful meditation.
What are my experiences of accomplishment
You may ask;
A vision of rainbow-body flower blossoms
Amid a thousand shades of green,
A heavenly chorus of bird song,
A soft caress of Sunlight on bare skin,
And, not least, the joy of a pack of dogs
Fed on time, every time.
These are the simply joys of retirement,
The joys of a life slowed down
Enough to smell
And sometimes even eat
The roses.
(6/3/26)
Is any thing I say meaningful?
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we spent many hours talking about
lounging
sorted differences seeking fun
our time for planning had taught us
that our next venture had begun
Words out loud mde it officail
we'd been cordnating things
there is a fine line between prudent
and parinoid
sometime just do your thing
every mention is challenged
an obstacle to overcome
sometimes advice is undermining
you never know where it's coming from
take sometime smooth the edges
done cursed a many still
ask my lord for forgivness
you might think that such is a thrill
Damn the alternaters busted
gotta fix it all over again
you might think I like this situation
trust me it's ah bitter pill
in the weird nothingness
I found some releif
the stress of contridiction
has strenghtened my belief
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Big City Music Tour: Thank God we were invited
From Del Rio to Coyanosa Music Concerts
she is the tresurer and doesn't see need for
a new or newer Concert bus.
Dang alterer slited again.
aint today Coq Au Vin Day?
National Coq Au Vin Day: thank ya very much!
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It’s time to water the cocker spaniels
and while you’re at it the flowering annuals
Before the heat of day holds sway
as we’re undone by the midday Sun
Quiet time just for me.
A break from the hustle and bustle.
Quality few minutes with Kitty.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
It's my day off I should be chillin'
My mind and body are not willin'
To relax because they need
To do chores so I can see
All my errands are about
Getting done as I lounge out
They’re the silliest of daydreams
They make her smile while doing chores
Joyfully whiles away the day
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I'm so tired of this life,
Tired of all the day to day chores.
Now all I want is to take a rest,
Or maybe stop altogether and begone.
But I've some chores left to do,
A prison to guard,
A fort to hold,
A mirror to break,
A blanket to fold,
And a soul to crush, so full of mold.
Never a dull relaxing day
Home is where incessant pesky dust collects
I so deserve a holiday
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Balancing accounts, my most hated chore,
Invoices piling higher than ever before.
Lists of too many charges haunt me today,
Lamenting the weight of each bill to pay.
Taking hours to clean a pile of dishes
Sweeping up crumbs I didn’t even drop
I hate chores
Pushing a vacuum over and over
Forcing sheets to fit a bed
I hate chores
Wiping a toilet until it glistens
Struggling to carry a heavy mop bucket around
I hate chores
Waking up in the morning
Inhaling and exhaling every second of the day
I hate chores.
Socializing and masking
Seeing the world get darker as time passes by
These chores consume me
Trying to be different
Trying to be the person people expect me to be
I hate chores.
I’ve been given a gift
I try to be grateful
But it feels like a chore to carry this gift
For the love of god, I hate chores.
If they were zombies.
Who have no brains so they don’t care about what I’ve turned into…
Maybe they’d be more likely,
To come back for me.
I’m not saying they don’t care.
They just have to do the dishes that I forgot about.
And vacuum the floor, sorry I never did that either.
They are my parents but-
Maybe they forgot.
So here I am, in a place that is like a basement, but is actually ground level.
Unlike me.
The floor sinks.
Maybe someone should fix that.
Maybe I will someday.
But I’m a little useless.
I could have done the dishes or vacuumed.
In here, they do those things for us.
It’s not as nice as you’d think.
To have your parents drive away.
I’m not saying they don’t care.
I think I’m just a zombie, is all.
I don’t really think about that.
I just think about chores.
And how I miss them.
acid washed blue jeans
hang on the rusty clothesline
in the morning sun
With each passing day, a thought engulfs me--
As to what remained of yesterday would become.
Apparently the curtain moves, even with the morn.
The sun burns, selfless in resolve to better the earth
The buzz heard in silence all around to deliberate life.
Here I am, up and about doing chores, routine work.
The seclusion from daily disdain, practical thought
Prepares me every day for something new to happen.
All at once, thunder and lightning strikes to move, to touch
The very essence of the desire to wish for something new.
Every human is born to touch, to serve, to be, to create.
Newness lies in remembering to explore, the self.
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