Each moment of this daily life
Is filled with anguish, trembling
While all around walking talking creatures
Seem untroubled and indifferent.
Am I riding on a raging river current
Oblivious to the pull of life into hell
I try to grasp the grieving branches of weeping trees
On the shore of the vulnerable and blessed
Each moment is strife in daily life
How can we survive
When even the stars seem to be falling
Into a whirlpool of wretchedness
I don’t tell you what I think
What drives me mad and to the brink:
Annoying people, noise and trash
And total strangers who are brash
Gold-digging women, joke that’s bad
And lack of money, latest fad
The losing team, increase in tolls
Plan for the country full of holes
Inflation, markets, kids who’re rude
My job is where I’m being screwed
Potholes, education boards
Retirement I’m looking towards
Newspaper nonsense, fish I lost
And life’s increasing daily cost
Gen X, Gen Y, Gen Z et al
And daily traffic brought to crawl
Fake news, my weight and balding spot
Disliked Netflix with stupid plot
It’s Russia, China, Arabs, war
And whining how things were before
About borders, crime and health
The envy of somebody’s wealth
Oh, fancy meals with crazy tags
The marriage path that zigs and zags
The dog that barks and price of bread
And something CNN have said
Racism, politician’s crap
Them modern cars are total scrap
It’s rain, snow, tornado, ice
Long lines for phone with highest price
You don’t need me tell these things
Where Facebook, YouTube, X are kings
May 29, 2025
“This is a familiar route and one of the most common ones (at least to my seasoned eyes; you may find it beautiful)” — overheard.
______
A day like any other,
but also
a day like no other—
She’s losing the threads again.
No—she’s finally starting to see.
—A day like any other.
The bus hustled over
cracked cement in damp air—
a sight scorched
to the back of my skull.
I sat in my window seat
like it’s a
reflex—
a voice nudges me in the ribs
break something— it said
—anything,
just stopping sitting here.
I switched sides
before my brain can question
if it makes sense.
I let my eyes drink out
the other window—
A smidge of red—a balloon.
Something navy—a child’s backpack.
A birdless branch wobbles—
My gaze drifts up,
the sun reply with dazzles—
For a second,
everything rhymed.
My hasty steps echo
on the cracked stone tile,
before the bus door hisses
shut—Late again.
"It's a wonderful life," the clouds sing in chorus.
Their church choir harmony almost offensive,
if I didn't know,
they truly believe
life is lullabies and steaming apple tea.
Swear-soaked hair clings to my neck.
I call these ember days:
when smoldering urban air chokes—
Yet the clouds drift,
marshmallow white—
Like porcelain swans on azure water.
I watch the bus hustle
away, breath too ragged
to properly curse.
The clouds grin,
like they're genuinely satisfied—
—just being.
Wouldn't that be something.
Flowers don't have a daily life
They are dressed beautifully
To attract any lover bees
Or adorn to any visiting butterfly
Their beauty is but a fleeting
Their charm is intoxicating
Their fragrance scent is beneficial
To all men, women and lover
One day they will be on display
In a garden or in a flower shop
They will be put in the lady's lap
Or put in an ornamental vase
On withered day they'll be rejected
Or put into pit for burning.
Where went my package, ordered long ago?
The app displays delivered, but no proof waits
At the door, nor at the store—no box, no crates,
Whereto my package? I simply don’t know…
Was it stolen, picked up by some joe schmo?
Or lost in transit, misplaced, dropped, as fate’s
Great comedy, with mischievous whim dictates?
Whereto my package? I really don’t know…
This stupid app is just no help, I swear,
The tracking code is gone, the “Contact us”
Is missing, or hiding in some strange place,
Tucked away from consumers unaware.
Oh! and to what end, all this tedious fuss?
Where is my package? There’s not a damn trace…
My heart holds this moment close
of wind and rain sweet across the bay
grey storm that heralds our coming autumn
a shred of blue forecasts afternoon calm
but for now the rain drops resolute
My coffee warm against my hands
as I gaze out upon the grasses swaying
on the bluff above a fortress of grey stone
the seagulls have no worries of the day
as they play below the cloud shield
With talk of a war ending and covid
the surge of unrest while the world cries
the days bluster unwinds in shared tempest
yet I feel hopeful like the blue sky glows
can we join voices to stand in reality
Embrace the truth over false echos
see weather change in the balance of life
I hear the march of little feet running to class
we're trying to arrange some normal days
but watching this storm feels safer
September 4, 2021
The use of alcohol
Is a health protocol.
Randomness of Daily Life
David J Walker
It seems that I was
Kneeling and praying
For something to
Ease the tension
Of a day in which
Nothing happened
As if the sunrise would be
Wasted in the tedium of
Anticipation unmet
Dragging a long day out
Into a wasted sunset
And
At night, my restless dreams
Morphed into imagining
And the fears of more than just
The randomness of daily life
Awake from the dream
look around to find my clock
8 o'clock and sigh
get ready to go school
whole time think about school life
heading to the school
my fam's encourage
but hopeless school's boring classes
study never ends
Some days look equal
Distracting of enjoying
Miracle of life
The yellow sun rises high in the sky,
All the villagers are waking,
Blue birds singing from high up in their nests,
Weapon grabbing ready for their trip,
Lonely animals getting tracked down,
All men sneaking,
Animal has been spotted,
Spears flying towards the creature,
Squelching flesh tearing apart,
Animal rapidly dying,
Everyone enjoying their feast,
People slowly doze off into a calm relaxed sleep.
By Chloe
Living day in
Living day out
Working as hard as I can
To get money to pay the bills
Searching for food for the family
Trying to get through the day
As best as I can
All it matters
Is to get some money
To be able to not to think
How am I supposed to support?
My kids, my husband, and I
It all hits me like rain pounding the roof
Is this how life is supposed to be?
Going down hills
Going up hills
Having great times
And some bad times
You think your life should be easy
It is not supposed to be
Life is difficult for a reason
*MAKE LIFE WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE. LIVE EACH DAY, THE BEST WAY YOU CAN, LIFE GOES ON UNTIL YOU DIE. BE HAPPY BECAUSE YOU CAN DIE ANY MINUTE NOW. SO LIVE IT UP!!!
Daily Life
Daily Life is full of guilt and grief, even though it may not come to many peoples belief.
Living in this cold, harsh world, would be like punishing the most innocent little girl.
People today want to fight anyone in sight, making them feel anger so tight, so tight that they want to kill making the other person’s blood spill.
God detests, but loves the people with guilt, even though they live on this amazing world that he built.
But then again people are still carrying the deadly knife, but then again that’s daily life.
- Savannah Cain Butler
Daily Life
Daily Life is full of guilt and grief, even though it may not come to many peoples belief.
Living in this cold, harsh world, would be like punishing the most innocent little girl.
People today want to fight anyone in sight, making them feel anger so tight, so tight that they want to kill making the other person’s blood spill.
God detests, but loves the people with guilt, even though they live on this amazing world that he built.
But then again people are still carrying the deadly knife, but then again that’s daily life.
- Savannah Cain Butler
03-02-2015
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