As I sit and think of the world of today
A part of me just fades away
To give you an idea of the state the world is in.
I have no idea where to begin..
Murder by stabbing: a child with a gun
The parents say that they are just having fun.
Two-tier policing and turning a blind eye
No one cares when the innocent die
Drugs sold freely on the corner of the street.
People are starving with nothing to eat.
Sleeping in doorways in the heat and the cold.
Being homeless affects the young and the old.
Grooming gangs and knife-wielding thugs
Promising good times through drink and hard drugs
I remember the good times when the world was a safe place.
Now the world is being taken over by an uncaring human race
thirty-five years ago, I worked in the Chicago School System
I was a substitute teacher for a mere four months
I had forgotten about it
Believe it or not they hunted me down
I have no idea how
Sent me a letter
there is money in a retirement account for me
do I want it?
Of course.
no clue how much it is
Am I willing to get the paperwork notarized to release the funds?
I don’t have anything else planned.
I have no idea why they call me plaid girl the urchin said.
She was wearing a plaid dress in blues, yellows and red.
Her plaid scarf and hat you could see all the way down the hall
on her red and green hat was a fuzzy red yarn ball.
On her feet were boots also stamped in big bold plaid.
I think I can guess why said my observant brother, Tad.
lets face it I am single.
I am looking for love.
Tired of being alone.
Want love and my person.
How to find love I have no idea.
I have schizophrenia.
I am 35 years old.
I am 6 ft 2.
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I have no idea of the things you say
what are you talking about
ah come on
what's you saying man?
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who is that walking down Halloween Lane?
We got to looking, and it was our scarecrow, Rain.
What is he doing? and how did he get off his pole?
I have no idea, but I am going to tell our farmer Cole.
Cole had built Rain and he was supposed to stay put.
But here he was, wandering, with both left and right foot.
Are you sure it is Rain? Someone asked little ole me.
I was not sure now, scarecrows are quite similar, you see.
How many flowers is Whimsy wearing today?
This was said in a cheerful way, merry and gay.
I have no idea, but she looks pretty of course.
This was agreed upon by the sheep and the horse.
Whimsy was the pet of the barnyard, friend to all.
They loved her happy disposition, she lived in one stall.
The livestock kept her safe, the cow fed her fresh milk.
Today she was garbed in a plethora of flowers, most of them silk.
my thoughts are unexaminable
inexplicable, strange, bizarre,
there is a perplexity to them even to me
my thoughts are incomprehensible
clearly put there by emotions I do not recognize
where they originated, I have no idea
they are frightening and odd
in an act of pure self-preservation, I take a nap
hoping they will be gone when I return
we want to be wizards stated the young owl
He meant he did, also his sidekick, T.V. Mowl
Mowl did whatever Henry wanted to do
He did not have a mind of his own, dendrites were few
Why wizards? I asked Henry, the lead owl always.
We think it will make October more fun, in several ways.
Can you name one of them? I asked him, wondering why.
We heard it will get us free cookies, cakes, and lemon pie.
I have no idea who told these owls this weird stuff.
Told them so, and Henry walked out in a huff.
T.W. Mowl stuck up his beak before he followed him.
He always mimics his much smarter friend.
Saw an eerie silhouette of a young witch
her background being the moon so full
jack-o-lantern laughed so did the switch
she rode a straw broom, during the lull
Harvest moon was yellow, bright and rounded
night was pregnant with anticipation, eager to please
a Halloween sight to mull, I myself was astounded
some saw the witch, others feigned a tease
what witch? I have no idea what you are speaking of
But I could still see her there, riding her broom above
my relatives try to ignore things like this quite a bit
If it does not make sense to them, they claim to not see it
I walk my hill today
it is wet and slippery
full of walnut and oak leaves
I have to watch my step
because there are also walnuts
shaking in a maple tree takes my attention
water is flicked onto me in a big way
I expect to see a puma leap from the tree
the branch springs up as if something was in there
I have no idea what and keep walking
he wanted to snuff and smother the fire but was at a loss
She had gotten out of control, and was now tasting some moss.
She ran through the forest, and high up on elm hill.
Heading toward his pride and joy, his moonshining still.
He ran toward the fire begging her to please stop.
But instead, she jumped a fence and took another little hop.
She was heading toward his neighbor’s barn, he was in trouble now.
No, I have no idea, he liked to the firemen, a forest fire, wow!
I am not Gladys Kravitz, she says
I have no idea why my neighbors call me that
We are on the phone
I am half-listening while she yaps
What is Robert doing out there? She says.
Her voice sounds unusually high.
Ellen is out there too! What are they doing?
I know all of her neighbors’ names; these are two of them.
You should go find out, I say.
No, she says, I’m not going over there.
I have already been over there twice today
to run off somebody wanting to trim trees
and somebody wanting to invite them to church
Can grief and Joy coexist?
I have learned that it can because joy happens but grief is there every day
I had joy celebrating Christmas with both sides of the family
I had joy hugging my Marine nephew, when I have no idea when I will get another
I had joy today when seeing a longtime friend unexpectedly
I am wondering if there will be a time when I feel more joy than grief?
ANOTHER NAVIGATING DAY
I have no idea
When sleep came down upon me;
Just that of sunrise:-
Praise God for another day
To be in His Love’s labors:-
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