I'm slowly evaporating from this verbal tennis match
For some reason we continue to give breath to these vapor windy circles
Brewing a coffee tornado that is going to spill all over my shirt
And they say don't cry over spilled milk, but there's a river of rain I've been holding back
And I'll be damned if I let this game end at 40 love
But is victory really as sweet when blood sheds from pain and not perseverance
I'll keep painstakingly swimming even when the water is above my head
Because when you take that 1 second to notice everything around you
The dirty food tables are eventually going to be clean
The question isn't who is going to do the dishes
But when will we stop acting like goldfish fighting in my dishwasher
And look outside the glass to see a whole world needing just one person to keep swimming
p.s. you don’t have to tread water when you can float with your reflection...
Cry over spilled milk
Laugh and dance the next moment
Childlike emotions observed
Like a Child Poetry ‘contest
Jun 28, 2022
Paddington Panda provides perky playfulness of soul
Bringing joy to the dinner table in happy tales.
But when he spills his enormous blue rice bowl
No one has ever heard such disappointed wails!
In her pretty kimono made of embroidered gold red silk,
His mother said, “Let’s not cry over spilled milk!’
“But this is not milk, it is much better than that!” He said with a whine.
It is rice and brown sugar! A favorite whenever he would dine.
To err is human, to forgive take mine,
A mistake is a correction in reverse,
Think positive and you will not blow a fuse,
If you love fresh grapes, then you will hate sour wine,
Don't cry over spilled milk, unless you were under it,
13 is bad luck, especially if you have 13 pork chops and fourteen guests,
When angry, don't increase your volume but increase your knowledge, it's rain that grows flowers, not thunder
To see a rainbow, you have to live through a storm
My older brother was always smarter than me and he's a moron
FINALLY,
Iliescu, oldest woman at 67 years old--short of a week--gave birth.
Date: 08/25/2019
In a time of matters I reflect,
Being forever perspicacious;
Wrong decisions, false steps,
Leading to become fallacious.
In need of caution or I will fall foul,
To be specifically as wise as an owl.
Walking on the edge of normality,
Having doubtful thoughts ahead;
An inclination to sidestep formality,
Often times hanging by a thread.
This is my life and where it abodes,
Feeling my choices are crossroads.
Rash decisions taken with consequences,
The mind and the heart in hopelessness;
Too late to repair the damage contributed,
Leaving me breathing within emptiness.
In this situation I become smirch,
Conducive to a drunkard’s search.
In a time of end matters I reflect,
For my regrets are great and pitiful;
Should I cry over spilled milk?
After which I shall become guileful.
When finally I become trounced,
I become a dead cat that bounced
K-ind clime makes one smile,
R-ain falls on a crying bird;
I-t's better to accept things,
S-poken words can't be recovered.
T-ry not to cry over spilled milk,
I-t's already gone to waste;
N-ever be in vain regrets
E-ven if it has a better taste.
G-rieve not over spilled milk, for it cannot be undone;
O-ctober tenth early morn, it's time to see the sun.
E-xpect the unexpected,
D-on't mind the broken silk;
I-t's nice to utter with a laugh,
C-ry not over spilled milk.