Customized
Custom requires behaviors which
Usually are good for us, but
Sometimes it is better if we
Think
Outside the box and
Make different choices and use our
Imagination to add
Zest to our lives so that
Every day
Doesn't become mundane
mistletoe season ~
time to pucker up and kiss
the dung on a stick
May I suggest trying a strong cup of tea
When I am distraught, my go-to remedy
A soothing tincture for the addled brain
After a cup or two, I really can’t complain.
I shall take the English at their word
A spot of tea, especially in the afternoon,
Can shed new light on the simply absurd
Restore to normality quicker than soon.
Nothing so hits the spot, I’ve found it so
I enjoy trying the hundreds of varieties
From around the civilized world, though
I most appreciate the Wuyi Oolong teas.
Relaxing, this grand old custom, you know
If you try it, on you it will certainly grow.
Written October 3, 2022
All wore peanut butter pants
where the world spread jam
As the tailor tried to fit you
in a bread you'd call his clam
And you paid for more than sticky
when a sandwich would expand
And your filling was for others
that your taste was in their hand
And you never knew another
for leaving you alone
When you're made up for the moment
that someone would condone
And were gobbled up for nighttime
when your love was there to be
Joining jam and peanut butter
nightly for the spree
{I want to make a bird house,
Guess I need these things from Hobby Lobby and Michael's}
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Minimum 50 to maximum 100 popsicle sticks
1 Hot glue gun
with hot glue sticks
1 finger paint
for a illusion seemingly complex design
1 bowl of string yarn
1 paper clip
criss-crossing alternating stacking making a square overlapping stick over stick making four walls and a floor and an "A" shaped flat roof...out of these popsicle sticks so the end result is a custom-built built birdhouse
4/3/20
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Bulgarian Kukeri honors ancestral ways at annual feasts
Descendants don wooden masks and faces of bird or beasts
Filled with metaphoric meaning, meant to inspire fertility
Also purposely pointing out a young man’s oncoming virility.
There are many reasons for Kukeri which diverts the evil eye.
Location and region enter into the discrepancies of the where and why.
As the dancers invite good in while they chase negativity out.
Fantastical masks and elaborate costumes dancing round about.
Bells ringing the truth of the Kukeri customs in Bulgaria style.
Come stand by me, you can see them for a country mile.
Invoking fertility of animals, people, as well as a popular crop.
This is an ancient Bulgarian custom that surely will never stop.
as i write this
i'm being con
sumed but not
ever understand
ing why it's by you
of course as a
hobo homeless
person i gladly
and when see
ing you see
that my desire
is more then my
want but for some
one such as myself
i'm on the bottom
shelf where people
don't bend or stoop
to see what is almost
lower then their feet
and the dust must
after all these years
turned me grey and
having no speaking
abilities realize
my batteries
have
long
since
died a
long with
me
Ply poise
Nurture clear choice
In fragrant voice
Sans noise
Speak clear
Purge thus all fear
That draws you near
My dear
Start well
Custom deep spell
Just where touch dwells
Warm tell
Heed pain
But not in vain
As echoes gain
New strains
Frame light
Where thoughts take flight
In sensuous sight
Most bright
Mood swings
That vain touch flings
In fuzzy spring
Now strings
Last gate
Tells of brisk fate
That reports late
Due date
Dream quest
Feels happy fest
As lovely zest
Speeds best
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2018
Singapore
Freedom has been forced out, it is long gone
and on the back of kindness it rode.
Pride spreads the unpleasant atmosphere through its campaign
setting up annexes and covering more zip codes.
Even the joyful melody of happiness
are crippled and void of cheerful nodes
Sweeping off all goodness to leave stones and thistles,
that’s exactly hatred’s kind of abode.
On every signal coming from the offender
fury’s occupation increases, giving peace no road.
The parachute of grievance circumvent round the neck
like the throat stressed by a swallowed living toad.
All these weight and heavy burden can be thrown
done by untying the ropes and activating the mode.
Arms should stay open to the fresh air of forgiveness
and completely be free from this enslaving load.
Here's the doodle, way out West
mind's a noodle, not depressed,
searched the Pantry's, not to guess
where's the boot, hat, cowboy's vest!
Fair and Rodeo, next month soon,
all the young'uns needing room
their vacation, munching's boom
cupcakes, chips, the same old tune!
This might work, the cattle breaks
and roping tricks combine to make
the Western motif for land's sake
I'll do their garments as a bake!
Sprig some chocolate on the boots
and colored bits, the vests light up,
and say that Cowboy hat, iced blue,
who can resist this interlude!
While calves are tangled by tossed ropes
these plates of cookies will win folks
and on the fair grounds, horses broke
will highlight ranching moments told!
And at the Bake Shop, not to boast
their pastry goodies had before,
ranch style brings my feelings high,
the colors bouncing upwards score!
Now grab a plate, this will be fun
maybe an entry, I should make
these charming cookies Number One,
should bring the biggest hungry down!
Heart singing,
I race through warm sand;
then fling myself to the breeze!
I take the leap from land to water,
riding roller coaster crests.
Soon my skin will wear
summer’s ink.
Written by Andrea Dietrich 5/17/2015 For the "Give Me a Sign" Poetry contest of nette onclaud
Sew your mouth boy
If the words get out they’ll turn
Feed on you like the cows munch
With nothing better to do
With their lives
Darken your eyes boy
If the image makes itself known
They’ll see her photograph in your mind
And will burn it
No hesitation—
Just burn it,
Like the bodies of their loved ones before
them
Where only faint memories can survive,
In the thickness of the ashes.
Wishful thinking cannot change the
judgments’ of a nation
Just as perseverance cannot soar
amongst cultural perception
Your hands are tied boy...
Maybe patience will bring liberation
im just another version of
the centience in you
and if it comes to making love
my pattern you cant do
and i dont mean just physical
im talkin everything
but what i say is literal
you can not match my swing
I lay here with you and my mind wanders
through everything we have done, planned,
our future together.
I can't help but think
you were made just for me.
Something I have waited a lifetime for.
You feel so good against my skin.
I've found Heaven in our embrace.
Your curves mesh with me so perfectly
just like a Custom Fit Love.
I walked
In Oregon street
Toward the
Espresso Royal cafe shop
I always look around me
Nothing escapes
From my sight
That is a healthy interaction
With one environment
And even nature
I realized no one
Gave me any look back
Except
This blond lady
She smiled to me
For two and half seconds
Then
She stepped three feet
Left
And vanished.
I realized since then
That a smile
In Midwest
To a stranger
It means
Man, Be cool.
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