At eleven p.m., I start my day
Thinking, maybe this is not so o.k.
Since I wake up at seven
Hmm, I may just reach heaven
A tad prematurely ~ to my dismay
goldfish in a bowl
thoughts of a life out at sea
—cat thinks otherwise
"cub IS hmm"
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I enjoy this solitude.
It’s just some kind of mood.
As I inhale this sweet, sweet cigarette,
I have not taken my last breath yet.
It is satisfying to the bones.
I picked up a few stones.
It is like a long lost gem.
And with this rose stem,
I plant it in the soot by the grave.
For it is my heart that I gave.
I sacrificed my life.
I enjoyed that too, the knife.
As you watch me bleed,
I planted the seed.
It began to grow a rose,
But my heart stayed froze.
Such a delicacy..
If only you could see me.
I been going down,
In a white gown.
Now I’m just a ghost.
Where were you when I needed you the most?
Six feet under.
You’re left to now wonder…
sifting shifting streams
falling star trying to get away from the others
Neb you
lah to follow
so powerful e
motive to be a ware-we need more wares
Tiggering (as in like Pooh's Tigger)
spond
spond
get it respawned
and yawned
how many of you have died
but still i awe at your deadlight
and the whispered hmm bites
What if words asked you to write about them
That is sick of being a last thought
How many m's in a hmm
A always seem so alone
Dark pulls back in a arc
i need some quiet
Silence steps forward from the back
And no longer wants neighbours
T o have separated
and free just wanders around
The end is pleased
i put him there
and just to please
lastly i will begin
Two smiling faces, aww...looking so sweet
Wanting to swap...their Halloween treat
Both contemplating, hmm...which one shall I eat
As they sit on the sofa, with their little smelly feet
(photo 3.)
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Sister
Date: 05/27/2019
Hmmm diddle, where’s I put my fiddle
Fiddlely D, you’r somethin like me
Somethin like me makes me holler
Where r you?
You’r here then you’r there
My foots in the back door waitin
Waitin for you
Turning round and round
dizzy enough to fall to the ground
Laughing so hard
can barely catch your breath
aaaah you say, fresh apple pie.
I was once asked,
To write a poem about my greatest obsession
I was told it could be about a person, animal, place or thing
I had to but think awhile.
I have never been asked such a question
Hmm , my obsession
You could say , I have but a few
This question had me obsessing.
My obsession,hmm
My little head was buzzing
Thinking deep, I had observed
My obsession was writing.
Am, pm, pen to paper
This was my obsession
Many words, crazy thoughts all rolled into one
Writing hard, writing fast to please all my wonderful readers
My greatest obsession are my readers.
Well what do you want me to write now?
I don't know what I want to write
Because nothing I write is ever going to be enough
There will always be something
Same situation
Same bunch of s
I don't want to do the same thing any more
That unless You change or I change
I am gonna hang up my pen
I am tired
I am tired of all this bs
That is going nowhere
That is doing nothing
I want to do something
And if it is not then I am not going to do it
You lose Your effectiveness
Because You are not going to ever convince me otherwise
Time is a choosing
Time is a leaving
Got to pick it
Got to choose
And I am picking it
Whose signature are you?
How can you change with every tide,
The sweep and flow to isolation.
What colors can you bring?
In a stroke of moonlight
Or in someone's memory dust,
A lesson learned or taken.
What person will you see?
The easel turning against the sand
To mark the desperation.
I am going to write about some really cool things
Did you think you can get away?
Lol look again
It's your behind
Just kidding
I get that you need it
Tongue over the mountain
Is it mountain top?
Tongue tied
What achieved thing?
Is it a question?
I don't know
You tell me
Haha
Did I say it's a go?
I sense you think so
By the way
Not
Mm
May.!j!!!!!!!!!.
What am I saying?
Don't know
I lost it
lol
Yup
Mmmm
Get it?
Dumb dumb
Huh?
Faith is the ointment without the fly.
this is my party
and it's my birthday all day long
when i'm not dancing
i'm sitting on my throne
i am a king
and my subjects love me dearly
i try to serve them humbly
with deep emotions clearly
I AM A POET
thankxxx Lynnette for passing it to me. i have a new poet in mind who is on line and from
what i've seen very talented. i am going to TAG Larry Belt.
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