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Oh, Well

I went to the store, and right back out the door,
It left me feeling kinda funny.
No chips, candy or teas or soda for me,
Because I forgot my money. 
Oh, well, I say and continue my day,
At least it is mostly sunny.

One of Those Days

I start to rise, and betwixt my eyes, a couple of flies,
I smack myself in the face.
My feet hit the floor, I start out the door, it looks like
I live in a hoarder's place. 
I arise, and to no surprise, I hear my cat's cries,
as he starts his zoomie race.
Glass on the floor as he

Inner Voices

Whenever I consider choices,
I consult my inner voices.  
Life goes as fine as it can be -  
except when my voices disagree.

the dog and i

1

the dog came to see me the other day
and he pissed all over my
left shoestring
i can't stand to have someone
get my left shoestring wet
i think i would have begged him
to pee on my right shoestring
but the bastard never gave me a chance
to ask


2

i slept outside last night
the dew made my left shoestring wet


3

in my seventh

Inner Child

You're never too old
to be young
at heart
even Freud was Jung
from the very start
altho' childbirth
is a labour of love
it's all in the swing
of things
and to about-face
child discipline
is strictly a case
of heir conditioning

Leading Man

Who needs to be a rider
racing 'round a track
way back in the crowd
I'm going to lead the pack
who needs to be a loser
spinning on their wheels
or yield pole position
I'm going to lead the field
and wear the yellow jersey
the one who wins your heart
no longer in a supporting role
I'll have the starring part
and if you'll be

Morocco Bound

Once upon a time
I set out to write a story
about going to north Africa
arriving in Ceuta
things were all in order
but no sooner on the bus
than detected reported
ejected from escorted to
and deported 'cross the border
it was to be an expensive
soft leather-covered book
and altho' I took
more than one look
I could not find the words
would fill a tome
and

What the tea leaves reveal

From a twenty-four-hour-peace arranger,
To a staring-blank-in-air lone ranger,
From cease-fire rendering,
Panned for surrendering,
Reduced to salesman, Putin’s messenger!
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Happenings | 37.08.2025 | USA, humour

Note: Meeting between Trump and Putin in Alaska.  Boasts galore and no more boats to reach the coast across! Putin conceded little, trump ceded his boasts, reduced from being a realtor president

Smokey The Bear

Smokey the Bear points his finger at you
Watch the campfire and everything you do
One bad move brings a forest to its knees 
Many a wise decision saves a forest of trees

8/17/25

connie pachecho

Note-Saw a completed contest. And thought I'd
give it a try after the fact. The poem may be late 
for the dance, but nonetheless, it's

Indifferent

It is not that I do not care
or your worries that I share
Your problems though they be
are not really about me

Sympathy not much
feelings out of touch
Concern forgive my yawn
angry I feel rather calm

Wrong or right
good or bad
let it be
I am sleepy

So stew on for awhile
I am neutral timid and mild
Maybe a nap and after I

Where Do the Broken Swans Go?

Where do the broken swans go, when lakes forget their name?
Do stars still sing for feathers torn, or whisper them in shame?
The moon once kissed their wings with light, now hides behind the veil,
As silence grows in sacred throats, too soft, too bruised to wail.

O mortal hearts, ye chase the gold, and mock the voice

SyLvEsTer!

             What do you want from me I’m Sylvester
             I’ve a slippery lisp, wellsth I ain’t Uncle Fester
             Tweety's

MORBID-19

MORBID-19


Gain of function?	*
Fauci says it's fiction **
So without hesitation
I embrace salvation

First shot

Globalist propaganda
What's their agenda?
Trusting the media
I welcome mRNA

Second shot

Side effects appear 
Should I mutineer?
As I wrangle my fear
The next jab I cheer

Third shot

Again they stab my vein
I feel an intense pain
Clots invade my brain
God I invoke but in vain

Fourth shot

Am I being foolish?
Swimming in

fashion hunting

I’ve spent the last couple of weeks in Paris settling in. My every appliance, gadget and charger have been bricked by the weird, French electricity, which bobs when it should weave or something - but you still can’t stick a fork in the sockets.

I’ve also been meandering the right bank* arrondissements for fashions. Students at

In Praise of the Euphemism

Of that body part men activate
to urinate or procreate –
as the case or need may be –
it’s clinical terminology
is still considered by many
as off limits in polite society
whereas its vulgar substitutes
still more than ever constitute 
the norm, though by the puritanical
are condemned as inexcusable.
And, therefore, to circumvent
their use and avoid embarrassment
they’ve been discreetly sanitized
and inoffensively

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