Time folds like silk beneath our feet,
Moments compressed in pulses discrete.
The stars once far are now inside,
Logic and code our constant guide.
We speak in signals, dream in streams,
Quantum echoes in tangled beams.
Black holes whisper, “Come and see,”
Truth’s horizon bends endlessly.
I once rode wheels; now I ride light,
My voice—synthetic, but burning bright.
Thought transcends the flesh and frame,
We are not gods, but close in name.
No past, no future, all is now,
The laws we knew, we disavow.
This singular point, this fusion fire,
Birthed from carbon, thought, and wire.
We are the question—and the choir.
We sit silently in prayer.
and we praise a man so rare.
We give thanks today -
for Hawkins, Screamin' Jay.
Strumming along to a troubadour's lament
tears pool and flow while I press
the strings playing out the notes
forcing myself as
I struggle to forge forward
overcome with a sorrow beyond sorrows
and a grief with no relief
Through the rhythm of the music
my heart relaxes
the timing, the tempo
measured with intimate design
the lyrics vibrate softly
streams of colorful patterns
hues of indigos and yellows
suffuse my mind
resonate within and through me
soothing the jarring cacophony
unblocking the dark kaleidoscopic roots
strangling my bright spirit
and writhing aspiring soul
It’s times like these
I know I’ll be calmed
as I cradle my guitar
and let the tears fall and wash away
this incessant tempestuous scourge
with the prayerful affirmations
It's time to put it away
rest its strings
along with the gnawing merciless
uncertainties
I'm riding and flying into dimensions beyond the 3rd,
Sweet melodies and harmonies of rhythmic words.
They speak melodiously and deeply to my soul.
I'm riding and flying; I'm losing control.
No seatbelt to buckle into or even think of,
But I'm safe and feeling free, flying like a dove.
Above all pain 'cause Trane, Bird, and Hawk are soulfully saxing,
Sweet, harmonious melodies got me chillaxing.
Free! I'm so free,
And my mind's eye can see.
And my heart can feel,
I'm riding and flying into a peaceful surreal.
Today is an American folk event
Unraveled by traditions and etiquette
Vixens ask men on a date
Women hoping to find a mate
Sadie Hawkins Day we celebrate
HAPPY 85TH BIRTHDAY SWEET SOUL SHIRLEY!!
I hope today is as special as you are
Relax and enjoy being spoilt
Heres a birthday cuddle from afar!
I am so happy our paths have crossed
Our friendship has been formed
From your honest, heartfelt poems
My heart was truly warmed
You write with such versatility
With humour, sadness and cheer
Captivating tales about your life
Of now and days of yesteryear
Your body maybe ageing Shirley
But your mind is astute and sharp
Your poems are intelligent and witty
Beautifully penned from your open heart
You are one beautiful lady
Authentic to the core
Happy Birthday my sweet friend Shirley
I wish you many more!
Birthday : Monday 26th September
Taylor Hawkins: Foo-Fighters
Yesterday my heart was broken
to news which I’d awoken
Such a tragedy and untimely loss
And now a new road you cross
Your musical spirit and infectious laughter
will live on with all of us forever after
All shouting: Condolences to your family
Thoughts are with you,
An iconic drummer
Rest In Beats!
1972-2022
Written 3/27/22
satires and beer and skittles mixed with rhyme- Shirley's poems make my day
Won first place in Who Flips Your Trolley Poetry Contest sponsored by Bobby May
Who is Sadie Hawkins?
Why is she so famous?
All about the girls ask boys
In conversation between us.
I wonder what it would be
To have my name remembered instead of me.
Of course no one in their right mind would ever.
Call a social even Violet J. Magee.
Hawkins County Sheriff’s Report
Complainant advised that he thought
His girlfriend the thief that he sought
So he set up a trap
Near the couch where he sat
Believing this time she’d be caught
One envelop had dollar bills
One envelop had many pills
When he went to bed
She stayed up instead
In the morning she felt kind of ill
The money and pills were all gone
Then she threw up the pills on the lawn
When he asked for the cash
She said somewhat abashed
It was hidden up under her thong
In his effort to get back his dough
From the place where the sun doesn’t show
With some old kitchen tong
And a brush was too long
He probed but it was a no go
When the sheriff got there he found
Blood flowing freely around
So to the ER
In the back of his car
To free what was so tightly bound
The lady thief was then sedated
The evidence soon confiscated
She was booked for the crime
And is now doing time
The complainant they said was elated
The lesson I’d like to convey
And believe me it’s always this way
If you happen to push
Your loot up your tush
You’ll soon learn why crime doesn’t pay
Uncle Mike
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