Although I’m a city person,
There’s a place I get to stay
In a lovely rural setting
When I want to get away.
And at times, we’ll head out somewhere
Where a highway doesn’t go,
So we’ll drive along for miles,
Seeing nothing that I know.
There’ll be lots of trees and pastures
And occasionally farms,
All that emptiness of people
Setting off, in me, alarms.
Yes, the vistas all are pretty
And it’s natural and serene,
Yet I picture something going wrong
With no one on the scene.
I know urban driving’s awful -
Traffic makes your nerves explode,
But you never will get stranded,
Unlike on a rural road.
ten things I need if I only get ten choices
and I get stranded on a desert island
1. electricity
2. water
3. food
4. breathable air
5. internet access
6. my phone
7. I-pad
8. TV
9. dog, Buddy
10. dog, Beau
I might have traded number eight for my husband
but then he whined.
I detest whining.
Ship wrecks do happen
People get stranded
On a small island
Then build their shelters
Make beds from what found
Search for their food
Then search for water
Find a bottle and cap
Find bark to write on
Sending a message
In a bottle to
Anyone to find
Hoping the bottle
Will return to them
The wait could be long
Anyone to find
Hoping the bottle
Will return to them
It could take months
Months or years
For the message to be found
Or it could never be found
Floating in water
Unttil it is found
Just began my journey,
I'm excited but sometimes I worry.
What if I don't reach my destination,
maybe someday I'll lose my determination.
All the efforts that I have made will go in vain,
will lose everything that till now I have gained.
Maybe I'll lack some confidence in me,
maybe I'll get stranded in middle of the sea.
So, should I pause or continue to walk?
Should I follow my path or listen to people's talk?
I woke up inside a capsized boat.
What if I get cut on a coral reef?
What if I get stranded for four years like Tom Hanks?
What will I do for food, water, shelter, warmth?
Could I live without any company?
I stared at the moon.
At least I have her, I will name her Dolly.
We will have conversations.
I could write them down and become famous.
I hope I get stranded for at least two weeks I thought.
I could use the break from work.
“Ahoy!” someone called from a new boat. “Need help?”
Christmas is not Christmas without certain shows on my TV
Rudolph and Frosty from the sixties, are two I have to see.
A Christmas Story from the eighties always makes me laugh.
Christmas Vacation with Chevy Chase will be included in my raft.
It I get stranded with a TV and a VCR and nothing else to see.
I have to watch how the Grinch Stole Christmas with Jim Carrey.
It is a wonderful life with Jimmy Steward is something I might take.
But If I bring along Will Farrell in Elf, that has to be a mistake.
i'd create the purrrrfect vaccine ~ and get stranded in the tree of life
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Whenso'er brisk breeze braces my mind, I hug her.
Whenso'er serene sunshine soothes my face, I hug her.
Whenso'er verdure verges into my veins, I hug her.
Whenso'er rufescence rouses my rose, I hug her.
Whenso'er romance plump up my bosom, I hug her.
Whenso'er passion permeates my pulse, I hug her.
Just now, breeze and sunshine recede, when to attend blossom? I keep wondering.
Just now, verdure and rufescence fade, how to touch up dream? I keep wondering.
Just now, romance and passion get stranded, whither to invoke salvation? I keep wondering.
Just keep wondering and keep wondering,
no longer could I hug her,
nor am I in the mood to hug.
Just wonder and wonder---wonder to wait, wait to worry, worry to wither.
Just wither and wither---hither and thither, thither and hither.
Shipwrecked verses
get stranded on my paper.
Brine on my hands.
No wearing a uniform, no selling beauty products, nor knocking on anymore doors.
Wanting to wash dishes for a temporary or fulltime job is not insane. I'm just a plain
Jane.
Burgers and fries. Tater tots. What is new? What is not? My ultimate desires are
little.
Curiosity sometimes runs amuck.
Don't continue to make the situation worse by causing yourself to get stranded or
stuck.
You're an ice king and selfish in the sack.
With a heart like an onyx of the deepest black. What are your thoughts, honey?
People say that seeing people's struggles in life to you is a joy.
That small part of you must harbor a miserable little boy.
A little birdie told me a secret about you not so far in the distant past.
Part of it is being bereft of cash.
The crow-like one said that once you're done with all the damage, what's left of the
existence from everything else will be nothing but ash.
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