so easy to find
anyone
to meet with,
to speak with,
to agree with,
in order to win
to compete with
even to sleep with;
hower, none is
inscribed on a megalith
Methinks it's time for me to create
A rhyme.
My marbles have been scrambled and
Methinks it's quite a crime.
To lose the grand red Highway running athwart my mind.
all my T's and F's and Z's are running amuck.
It is the Amygdala's disambiguation
Messing up my brain.
I was making such amazing progress!
I was starting to achieve,
Intrigued I am - about just how the Amygdala disambiguates.
Hower, mussitation in the definition of this disambiguation.
Have left me with a headache of metacognitive frustration.
* Amygdala - a ganglion of the limbic system adjoining the temporal lobe of the brain and involved in emotions of fear and aggression.
J-ust
A-llow
N-o
I-nclement
C-lime's
E-ffect
N-icely
E-vading
R-ainy
V-iew's
E-arly
S-hower
Topic: Birthday of Janice Nerves (July 31)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
To husbands who are mystified
We offer here this marriage guide.
You'll have the finest union yet
If you accept this alphabet.
A dopt a female point of view.
B e strong, but gentle, kind, and true.
C ompliment her hair and clothing.
D on't let inlaws see your loathing.
E xercise so you'll be trimmer.
F udge the truth and say she's slimmer.
G ems and roses cool her rages.
H and to her your weekly wages.
I nsist you love her every day.
J ust say you're sorry, come what may.
K eep bathed and shaved if you want sex.
L et her select; just write the checks.
M eet no new women on the net.
N o anniversaries forget.
O gling beauties is forbidden.
P ast affairs are best kept hidden.
Q uickly heed her when she bellows.
R arely go out with the fellows.
S hower her with gift surprises.
T ake it when she criticizes.
U se your head; obey her wishes.
V acuum and do the dishes.
W hen walking with her, hold her hand.
X -rated movies now are banned.
Y ield to her as if she's Caesar.
Z ero in on what will please her.
R-ise of the morning sun
O-pens the break of day;
S-tarting to shine in the sky,
E-vening chill fades away.
I-n third of December morn,
M-idnight moon is gone;
P-ouring rain disappears,
R-ays are shared by dawn.
O-ne beacon begins to bring
S-hower of warmth to your heart;
O-utside the lane is blue, off to a good start.
W hile the hands move about in front of me
I see them wondering near sincerely
L anding their palms right on my pounding head
D riving with a power, mighty it’s said
H ow much I want them on me, greatly placed
A nother realm of understanding faced
N ever do they reach my skull, I’m so lost
D ays and nights confuse me, in show I’m tossed
S hower me with those hands let me be free
! A great massive display of what can be
Russell Sivey