Very certain of his confession,
But unsure of his destination.
There's a fork in the road.
Indecision is not an option.
Some things can be estimated.
Some other things must be exact.
The consequences of things estimated
Are tolerable and even forgivable.
Things that require exacting
Have no room for dismissing.
Truth is not mine to define or decide.
Here or there is not where truth reside.
There is no 'Your truth'.
There is no 'My truth'.
Think you know where you want to go?
The 'How' of getting there; Do you really know?
This stepped jest, knobby legged farce
Which, more wobbly, falls;
Old man's, up at that wing'ed
Is but left -laughing!
Air, as they do, a look of
Unrestrained relief.
'Whoopee!' with each quick sharp turn
Their own sky track in.
You have to use the right tool for the job
Or else it won't work and you'll sob
When you do it without a fight
You know your doing it right
Trying to eat a sandwich with a fork just won't work
You have to use your hands or else you won't smirk
I breathe a smoke it’s a bit of a choke
Cause I quit my smoking habit
Rather long time I did
But I may start again if you say I can
You’re the kind of lady that makes my world turn
Sending me roses to keep the setting sun burn
I see the snow it’s a bit of a show
Cause it’s 30th of April what a thrill
When all snow used to melt or it haven’t felt
But it did fall to make the land look good
And we watch in awe as if it’s understood
I’m not at war it’s a bit of a law
They can change overnight but I wouldn’t fight
We are kind of people that help your garden grow
Sit among the roses in the evening afterglow
I’m doing fine it’s a bit of a crime
In somebody’s book I might be a crook
But I don’t care and they’re well aware
You’re the kind of lady that makes me feel great
I give you anything even though it’s a bit late
I smashed the mirror it was a bit of an error
But then I was a boy who liked to annoy
I was hated to bits but with me it fits
You thought what a bloke he’s a bit of a joke
But I’ll make him work he can use my fork..
Sometimes I find myself wondering if I am truly awake or still dreaming. My memories resonate like a distant life I have lived, beautifully broken and full of experiences, yet forever out of reach to hold again.
With everything I have endured in my past, the scars of abandonment, and the pain of losing those I love, being left alone is something I can never fully come to terms with.
I navigate my life like a maze, welcoming the challenges of dead ends that encourage me to turn back and explore new paths. With every attempt, I discover the courage to find my way.
I welcome the isolation and the fear of the unknown. The thought that at any moment, a series of unfortunate events can occur keeps me vigilant, aware, alive, and in the moment.
use a tuning fork
when facing a dilemma
for the two prong shape
provides two preset options
for keeping progress in tune
The dinner was ready, all handled with care,
when she opened the box with the nice silverware.
She let out a sigh
then started to cry
'cause a fork was no longer there.
Up jumped her husband as quick as a flash
and, bringing a torch, hurried out to the trash.
He did find the fork
but he looked like a dork
when he knocked down the trash with a crash!
When you come to my home for a visit,
would you like a fork and knife,
while eating your cel phone ?
i sat down
at a table,
and
i picked
up my
fork.
the fork had
several noodles
with
sauce wrapped tightly
around
it,
but when
i picked
it up,
they slid away
into
the dark abyss.
With several steel prongs
tiny sharp swords attack
all together as a very
UNMERCIFUL horde.
Although....
These "sharp steel prongs"
don't do the slightest bit
wrong. They pick up and
deliver the food that helps
you grow STRONG.
A GALLOPING DENTURN form ©SamHarty
The fork and the spoon wondered what their baby would be
I think he’ll be a fork, the fork said confidently, a fork like me!
His wife the spoon kept quiet, but she kind of wanted a spoon.
When they got a spork that looked like her, she was over the moon.
that was worrying
but not surprising
for
who can
really tell who might leave
what in drawers
when
we move
home do we some
times not find strange objects
lurking
we moved
to a
new home
on saturday night
we locked the front door
my
wife
then asked me to check the cupboards
upstairs
"there might
be someone in one"
'The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul.’
I'm scrambling up the crumbling cliffs
the Pacific ocean is raging below
it's heaving about roaring and thumping
then sucking back with strong undertow
It crashes and spits onto the shore
bubbling the sand as the sea sweeps by
high above me the gulls skirl and whirl
in scattered squall of high-pitched cry
close by I hear the white noise wind
whistle past me on route from the sea
blasting through the wild dune grasses
slapping my ears and buffeting me
my ears fully open and body vibrating
I am one with Earth, she thrills my soul
her music sings through me, and I remember -
I am Earth's tuning fork, and I am whole
11 August 2022
Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form poetry contest
Sponsor. Constance La France
Mary's fork is flat and harnessed.
Ageless her husband had witnessed
Amusing. She downs spaghetti
Noodles with a glass of ice-tea.
Kneading though air perfect noodles,
Take care if thickens it curdles.
Water is flavored with pork grease,
Bit of salt, makes a masterpiece.
Her incessant labors all day
Yielding prudently toils away.
Tomatoes, garlic, onion,
Basil, parsley, in abundance.
Steaming scent of oregano.
Weaving sauce up to her elbow.
Her success catches its flavor,
Hungry bellies ought to savor.
Whoever short, narrow verged shape
The human body can't escape
The obvious hold fallacies,
Provides a wealth of calories.
6/27/2022
A Merger With Food' Contest
Sponsor Natasha L Scragg
A fork in the road;
Not ready to let you go,
I wage war with time.
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