The wheel is fast, and it never stops. There are many thoughts that are racing, some at the same time, some competing with each other.
Negative self talk always comes in first, with impending doom coming second.
Laying in bed trying to sleep, the thoughts don’t creep, they gyrate. Aggressively, impulsively, gyrate.
You can try to fight it, “you’re amazing, you’re awesome, don’t let these thoughts win”
But in the end the wheel never stops.
When will I learn, the wheel doesn’t ask for permission.
It just spins.
Mondays are usually a drag
while Fridays burst with excitement without fail
~ we’re hamsters at the treadmill
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She is as predictable as a wheel-owning hamster
Running in the same circle, over and over
No matter who she is dating
Not recognizing her relationship wheel
The rest of us see it clearly
Her patterns are predictable
She sabotages each relationship
In a clockwise manner
Dong the same things
In the same way
Saying “that wouldn’t work” to every suggestion
Loving her hamster wheel path
Round and round the hamster goes
when he'll stop nobody knows
busy busy all the time
just to earn a blessed dime
round and round he's always striving
hanging by a little show string
Stop a while and count your blessing
take some time for sweet confessing
Round and round the hamster goes
never gets there but he's close.
There once was an old hamster named Neil
Who, when he ate too large of a meal
Would rise from the table
And say he was able
But then he’d fall asleep at the wheel
I wish I was a hamster
storing food in my cheeks
or a pretty caramel mouse
that sneaks and readily squeaks
I wish I was a lizard
or a horn toad
running in the desert
with a heart of gold
overthinking trains of thought ~ creates a loop and ultimately nought
Hammy the Hamster had no particular talent that he knew.
He did have a long fat tail that spectacularly grew and grew
One day he fell into some paints, and his paws turned out blue.
He made the cutest prints on a canvas, then slid in some glue.
You are an artist! His mother and father said, admiring him so.
They told every hamster from Des Moines to KoKoMo.
He has been featured in Art Magazines and has had a show.
His favorite paints are the psychedelic acrylics that really glow.
rain less morning sun
a peen, charming hamster runs
under the lilies
9/2/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
I really want a hamster
I’m sure you’ll want one too
They're usually made of fluff
From what my mind says to me
You get a hamster
It would be spinning, spinning, spinning
You watch it for many hours
You’ll get dizzy, dizzy, dizzy
Hamsters love nibbling saucy fingers
Once you’re done eating
Just give the whole plate for the hamster to lick
You would make the hamster very happy
If you did it in a click
Making hamster obstacles
Will make it quick
If you make just one
Say goodbye to all the kicks
Here we stop
And here we stay
To the hamsters
And the lovely words that we say
I remember Dinky, a hamster family member of mine; I had, her as a kid; a golden teddy bear with, a heart the size of Texas. Her cage was in the opposite end of our house from my bedroom. A natural born escape artist; one night as I lay dreaming that there was a hole in our roof, I could feel the frigid drops of crystal, falling through the ceiling. Up my arm the drops seemed to fall, one-by-one; was that a whisker? It was in the darkness, I reached over and lifted Dinky; in the moon’s glow, I could see a tiny pink nose twitching. She’d made the long trek through the house and found my bed. Her tiny paws were ice cold. I slid her into my pajama pocket, to warm her then, moved her cage to my bedroom. She was calm, as I slept; so pleased to be warm.
A hamster lives a
Very short life, just three years;
Rarely beyond that.
My Dinky lived five
And a quarter, she was pure
Love in a fur coat.
Always chasing the money,
Seldom tasting the honey.
Worshipping the drone of work,
Makes me feel like a jerk.
Having no time to think.
How low can I sink?
Everyone else on the same wheel,
No longer know what I feel.
Is my life mostly undone?
Will I ever have any fun?
Cards stacked against me for real,
Let's reshuffle, start a new deal.
Dear Santa, I want a Hamster cage,
A small one with exercise wheel.
You brought one for Roger last year,
Please do what you can, I appeal.
Dad, Can I have a Hamster?
The brown and white color on its thick fur makes brown one of my favorite colors.
When it freezes and not moves,
Laughter flows through my body.
When It sleeps I even feel sleepy!
The warmness of it makes me feel warm too.
It is so powerfully cute,
Happiness is me.
I feel like it wants to say something,
When it stares at me with those big black eyes.
It's furry little nose
Makes me want to kiss it!
When I got my hamster,
I was really happy.
I couldn't keep my happiness in.
I loved my hamster
As much it can be loved
She looked at me,
She squeaked at me!
I named her little Laila!
I kept her, and gave her love!
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