I do the washing
i don't say anything
I half to cook
& I wont talk back
The mom
mame'
the wife
Ms. Sheila
I do it all
every night
everyday
it never gets old
when I'm nervous
I take pills
he hits the wall
It never fails
He's dad
He's mad as hell
He wont stop
he is a husband
I carry the rings
I needle alone
Where are the kids
in the rom?
We must accomplish more
We are never separated
when will it stop
when he is gone'
That's when ill be gone
gone home with my mamma'
may starts summer off.
june best month with birds singing.
july a 250 birthday.
aug is summer ending soon?
fall dressed in pretty colors.
Joe is in love with June
A girl with eyes like moon
Whenever they meet
They are not discreet
Wishing they’d get a room
Silky white web art thrown like paint
Precious pearl like pride unlike saint
In it’s ebony eyes many bugs a delight
Doomed to demise as live dinner tonight
Emerald June bug passively to die
Red sun conceals web in jaded July
Jim went to the nudies June barbecue
But it got windy and glowing sparks flew
Folks ran, being in the buff
Jim didn't move quick enough
He screamed when one hit his digeridoo..
pound cake sun
blocked by darkening charcoal clouds....
air feels eerie
In time an arms length away
I flew into the bird cage
Seeking a nest, following the others
As we connected and made it homely
The bars changed into windows
And doors
Then a place where we were all happy, together
Now, after two years of friendships, new and old
The cage-turned-community, near-sighted
Closed its eyes and turning away from the inevitable
Then the day hit 25
Everyone, dressed up
Dancing our hearts away
Turning blind eyes to the looming warmth of hottest season
Then the lights turned on
And the music stopped
Our hearts stopped too
Our eyes losing their lids, forced to witness the end
Our hearts, reminiscing
One by one, each bird left the nest, heavy-hearted
All unready, some with resignation, some with acceptance, to migrate so soon
Some flapping off together in search of new things
Others flying off to new nests
Even some soaring off alone
Leaving the hollowed nest
For the next generation to find and transform
So even if we meet new birds and find a new nest
We will never forget Our Nest
Sun ascends, the relentless overlord of the day.
Steam rises from concrete like breath from the earth.
Stillness settles in the trees, even the cicadas pausing.
Sweat beads and trails, a slow-moving river on skin.
Shade becomes a sanctuary, fiercely guarded.
Sky shimmers in a veil of unrelenting heat.
Souls surrender to June's heavy hand.
He was a charming gentleman and a much liked Prime Minister,
But suddenly insults hurled by the score, some hurtful, some sinister,
Wow, public's choice looks like mickey mouse,
Should be polished, talk well, not slouch,
Burnham watch out, politicians can read you well within global perimeters.
You talk a lot Andy, say things people want to hear,
It upsets me when I hear slogans that merely smear,
Starmer’s ego, hurt with each jeer,
And Mrs Starmer who shed a tear,
Don’t be too smug, many in 10 downing, want your cheer.
SUMMER SOLSTICE IN CANCER-:-
aestas
aligns
angular
barnacleing
crustacean
of the WATER SIGN
karkinos
crab
metastasizing
planets
retrograding
by the MOON HEGEMONIZED
simultaneous
celestial
synastry
cardinal
shift
In the high winds of summer
there are wild birds who soar,
and the ones who dive deep
to retrieve what they need.
In the clear skies above
our birds reach new heights;
They bring back all the seeds
and scatter them for all to feed.
With a bronze wind you shattered
All my dusk until my breath
Spilling toward the morning scattered
What it feared and what it left.
Ever clearer now it rises,
Held by light yet wandering free:
Thus it sings your slow surprises,
June, unfolding even me.
On the calender
For the month of June
She had pencilled in for the 17th.
Healthy eating and no alcolol.
There are 29 other days in June.
The danger zone gets broader
Within four walls I hide
Got window holes in order
From where I look outside
After the sun goes down
And green turns indigo
There’s nothing to be found
I haven’t seen before
But I can sense the air
It never smells the same
Since you’re no longer there
The air can’t call my name
Connection drops, then fits
To drop again too soon
The birdies treat the trees
With melodies of June..
Will you kiss me as deeply as you bite me?
The wave over my troubles
The bandaid over my blood
The rain over my drought
The brush over my tangled mess
And the wind running through my over-dued skin
If I wait,
And wait
And no peace comes to my soul
Was I used?
Or shall I keep waiting for the spark
To save me from a life
Of impurity.
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