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A Grand Sale is going on my posh shop.
Please manage your time to have just a stop.
You won't get disappointed : I am sure.
Please visit at ease with friends to explore.
Neatly arranged in separate sections
Lots of choices for your satisfaction.
Look over the garments to choose and try
in the trial room before you can buy.
Dresses for Ladies, Children, Men , all nice !
Available just in moderate price.
All are shown in proper categories :
Fabric painted and also embroidered.
All belonging to most latest fashions :
I am offering several options.
I'm assuring your appreciation.
Your friends will develop same attraction.
Announcing Stock clearance sale : Almost new !
Not in large numbers, those are very few.
On a flat discounted rate, those will be sold.
For no reasons those can be termed as ' Old.'
So ! Sale is continuing at random !
Shop is waiting for you : All are welcome.
Grand Sale ! Grand Sale ! Grand Sale ! Bell is ringing .
Feel free to enjoy foll zest and zing.
When I came to the soup,
I did not know how to tame,
the straying syllables on my Haiku.
Then, she took me under her wings,
and I have learnt so much since then.
I have learnt the trick of weaving words,
on the spindle to form poetry.
Though, I am not a good student,
for I skip classes now and then,
but she pursues me here and there.
Surely, one day I shall grow like her,
writing poetry without getting weary.
Haa, have you heard the latest,
she has just elevated me,
by making me one of the poets,
whose poetry 'float into her boat'.
20th April, 2013
Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, for her encouragement and all that I have learnt from her.
false encounter in a dream
need a life and a change of underwear
the next eight or ten hours will be a blur for the ages
lunch break masturbation is what i look forward to the most
no need for makeup....my natural presentation is my truth
i am a blocked artery representative for what not to end up being
i am hoping to go blind by design
i am hoping to go blank via decline
false encounter so it seems
need a wife and a prescription for despair
when i clock out, i head for the nearest home on parking lot asphalt
i pull out the latest novel shield and escape into the latest setting of make believe
the tears unshed clearly exposes my obvious man pride
the lack of surety about what's next sends me into this strange, incomprehensible freefall
i am now at this old waterslide in my mind amidst the roaring rapids apex of my latest daydream
the front of my underwear is now crusty
the back of my mind is now on summer break repeat mode with a wintertime feel with a thin frozen spring....representing the true encounter in my reality
I made my periodic visit to the medico the other day.
Said he, "Hop on the scale, I want to see how much you weigh!"
He didn't say a word, but I knew from the look in his eyes,
That I'd better opt out of eating cookies, cakes and pies!
Water cress, cottage cheese and tofu I really do abhor.
They just don't satisfy my cravings and leave me wanting more.
When meat and taters and fancy desserts are on the board,
For me, those are delicacies that just cannot be ignored!
I reckon I've tried every diet that is the latest fad.
My spouse tires of altering my pants to ensure I'm properly clad.
When that tire inflates and begins lopping over my belt,
Its time to diet again, slim down, and look a bit more svelte!
My spouse has decreed we're going on another exotic cruise.
What's a feller to do with all that grub from which to choose?
Bouillabaise Marsellaise, Beef Wellington, Lobster Thermidor;
That doesn't even include desserts, which I simply can't ignore!
I exercise, count the calories, but its tough to shed those pounds.
Will-power I lack when such delectable food abounds.
Lord, my supplication is to help me exercise more fortitude,
That my craving for all that fare will be of lesser magnitude!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
now walking down
what they think
might be called
the cat walk
stopping slightly
pivoting leaning
whispering with
showing off
their latest statement
in religious fashion
what used to be
just one dress
called Sunday's best
designerless with
a woman always
hat headed
or a scarf but now
scoffed on because
they are liberated
in mind but
they're eyes
too blind to see
the book doesn't
agree with what
their modern
beliefs in letting
them cast stones
unfashionably
but sung in a more
modern they hate
song they are
compaired
by the height of
their steeple
as the aisle
to the altar
shifts and alters
uncoordinate
colors from
regal red
to grass green
but not greener
on the other side
from being eaten
by
all
the
sheeple
Form:
What few see
99% of people do not care about poetry
and why should they?
The sheep who feed among the olive trees,
the furtive fox, is crossing a field.
the forest full of life and rabbits jumping over
A sinking stone walk.
The climbing rose flower surrounding a house.
Where an old lady leaves and her grandson bringing
Her food and the latest news.
The cat sleeping on the old roof
And the eagle high up seeing what is worth hunting.
The beauty of nature we are too busy seeing.
Yet, poets write about it.
It is a hopeless task, but they are doomed to report
Nature´s greatness.
I’m contemplating braces
My belts don’t seem to work
They just don’t seem to get a grip
Now I’m of a certain girth
I shop at Marks and Spencer’s
I like their thermal vests
I bought a pair of slippers there
With golden crowns as crests
I watch every weather forecast
The met office App’s my friend
I study all the isobars
To suss the latest trend
When I do the weekly shop
I always get a thrill.
If I’ve brought my “bag for life”
To fill up at the till
I can’t rise from the sofa
Without a grunt or groan
My knees “click” when I stand up
I think my caps have blown
I tend to drink at home now
I can’t afford the pub
I’m a regular down “one stop”
It’s become my social hub
I never miss a bin day
Be it brown or blue or black
I check the council website
That’s just how I keep track
I like routine and order
I wear only matching socks
I get weekly satisfaction
When I sort my dossit box
I know all the cloud formations
When I look up to the sky
Be it stratus, be it cirrus
Or cumulus nimbi
I can’t read labels or instructions
But my phones always on hand
To photograph the tiny text
And expand, expand, expand.
I’m not living at the cutting edge
Though some may call me dull
As I hear the drums of youth recede
I’m looking forward to the lull.
I’ve had it with the greasy pole
I’d rather find a watering hole
Where, on a sun drenched day in June
I’d while away the afternoon.
Life’s journey”s far from over
May these lines not depress
To all my fellow travellers
Its just time to “decompress”
hello dear friend, well, I can't seem to out run this cancer thing-
my latest scan came back - this time its in my bones
sadly, I have to start chemo again and there goes my hair
for the third time . . . my fingers and toes are crossed
that I can beat this (investigating a treatment option in Germany)
oh, this is not a journey I wanted to take but without it I don't stand a chance
my doctors say I would only last months so, I am ready to fight . . .
hello dear friend, I had my first Pembrolizumab treatment today
tomorrow will be a five hour chemo treatment then, I get the weekend off . . .
and will start radiation everyday for the next four months . . .
(hope this helps with the pain in my bones) and I will be getting a chest port
so, I will no longer get stuck with needles and getting Herceptin and Pembrolizumab every second day- I know it sounds like a lot, but I got this . . .
hello dear friend, things are not going so well, sorry I have not been in contact
Dear - we regret to inform you, Jennifer lost her battle today . . .
______________________________
May 31, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/a fighting spirit
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1148-140-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
on a beautifully blue day like this one
my tempting temptation wins out
the three and a half hours seem like thirty minutes
however when i get there....it's like....'what regrets?'
i take out my new beach chair from the back seat
i grab the latest romance novel that i am reading
i stroll to the beach access
i find......THAT SPOT.....
i plant my new beach chair on the sand
i enjoy until reality and time remind me that this ain't a holiday
when that 'until' comes, i could care less about caring
i am in my element, and i'll be damned if i am not gonna get my enjoyment on
Lord KNOWS i worked my ass off to get here.....
....so here's to LIFE....AHHHHH.....
The meaning of real rebel woman,
I pray you slow down you’re doing fine;
You’re the pin in Miss Muffet’s cushion;
Keep sticking it with that broad vision;
A trending phrase on the latest sign,
‘The Meaning Of Real Rebel Woman.’
There’s a rumor that you’re a villain,
but I see the iron in your spine;
You’re the pin in Miss Muffet’s cushion;
Fighting against a growing doctrine
there will always be those who malign
the meaning of real rebel woman;
Each time you strike it’s with precision,
brave wildflower handles the frontline;
You’re the pin in Miss Muffet’s cushion;
No need to rush what you envision,
charismatic lips drip words that shine;
The meaning of real rebel woman,
you’re the pin in Miss Muffet’s cushion.