.
no
i wouldn't trust
mine
Theze curious
Digits
Dangling fromg mine
Dukes
no
not az they feel
mine think's eyne
indulge’n hern
vesture’z
‘most
none
raiment
hern
scanty unmentionablez
I remember my last so vividly. Mistakes
I walked upon my past is not me. I release
and let go and I'm constantly reminded about
50 cents given for not wanting to eat food of disrespect.
J-oy
A-bates
Y-our
E-motional
S-adness
M-aking
E-rstwhile
L-oneliness
E-nd
Topic: Birthday of Jay Esmele (February 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
When worthwhile thoughts become elusive,
To a less mature time, in thought, I gander.
Time then, to me, didn't appear conclusive,
So I permit my psyche there to meander.
In thought I re-live my youth once more,
For in real time, life grants no provision.
For traveling back in time to days of yore,
To tracks once etched with fine precision.
But soon thoughts drift from this game.
My visual perception now in the present day.
Find opportunities remain exactly the same,
As before worn thoughts scurried me away.
You held me in the palm of your hand, You put me in the Earth,
You coddled me: YOU covered me in dirt; anticipating my birth.
I put nature’s warm blanket of fluffy, crisp, snow over my head.
Crawl into a fetal position, and for the duration of winter I go to bed.
Springtime comes, I awake, stretch little arms Towards a yellow strobe.
I feel a warmth from this far away, high in the sky; Brilliant Globe.
I wriggle newborn tiny toes, in the cool, moist, ground; each one grows.
The warm breeze, moves my sapling arms, the sun heats my shoots.
From a tiny, tiny acorn, to the Oak I will become; I can trace my roots.
Through the years, YOU’VE nurtured me, I’VE grown tall and strong.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter the rain sings to me; a sweet and loving song.
Fifty years Together : your old and I’m still young and in my Prime.
You rest in a Chaise lounge under my limbs : Shade in the Summer Time.
Sitting here,I dream
Those Summer days of my youth,
Life was slower then -
Holidays,so full of sun
Time, just drifted by,
Daylight lasting,oh so long -
Days stretched into weeks
Carefree as we ventured forth
Growing up,was simpler then.
You held me in the palm of your hand, You put me in the Earth,
You coddled me: YOU covered me in dirt; anticipating my birth.
I put nature’s warm blanket of fluffy, crisp, snow over my head.
Crawl into a fetal position, and for the duration of winter I go to bed.
Springtime comes, I awake, stretch little arms Towards a yellow strobe.
I feel a warmth from this far away, high in the sky; Brilliant Globe.
I wriggle newborn tiny toes, in the cool, moist, ground; each one grows.
The warm breeze, moves my sapling arms, the sun heats my shoots.
From a tiny, tiny acorn, to the Oak I will become; I can trace my roots.
Through the years, YOU’VE nurtured me, I’VE grown tall and strong.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter the rain sings to me; a sweet and loving song.
Fifty years Together : your old and I’m still young and in my Prime.
You rest in a Chaise lounge under my limbs : Shade in the Summer Time.
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