It’s like I’m carrying everyone’s mail.
Even the junk mail.
And also a lung for transplant.
Which failed.
When you’re depressed?
You get sliced and spliced.
Like a dead body for transplant.
Almost like apples for apple pie.
Which was botched with too much cinnamon and goo.
Can’t uncook it.
That’s the issue with depression.
You can send a lung to someone and it’s ruined somehow.
Or send the most annoying junk mail ever and it makes it every time.
They blame me either way.
When I was a girl,
Every once in a while,
I’d receive in the mail,
Because that was the style,
A letter to copy
And send to a name
At the top of a list,
Which in that letter came.
When you copied the note,
You’d add your own address
To the list, while deleting
The top one. Success
Came when after some days
You’d receive quite a slew
Of the letters, from strangers,
Delivered to you.
If you followed the rules,
You would have some good luck.
If you didn’t, without it,
I guess you’d be stuck.
The letters back then
Needed stamps and were mailed
And the fun part was knowing
That you had prevailed.
Now my granddaughter sent me
A chain in a text:
“Sent to 15 new people
Or what happens next
Will be lots of bad luck
For 3 years if you don’t.
If you do, you will get
A new phone.” (No, I won’t.)
“You will also be getting
The pet of your dreams.
Everybody will love you!”
I guess that’s how it seems
To the youth of today,
But with this kind of chain,
As I wrote to my granddaughter,
I will refrain.
A letter for me
Came out of the blue,
Written by hand
Just like I do
Dear Me, it read
How are you today?,
Is your weather sunny
Or cloudy and gray?
I dropped you a line
Since we never talk,
Let's get together
Maybe go for a walk
Write me a few lines
Whenever you can,
And by the way...
I'm your biggest fan
P. S. I love you
More than you know,
Signed Sincerely,
Your Shadow...
A gentleman opened his mail,
When out jumped a sprightly young snail.
"I'm glad to be out,"
He said with a shout,
"I thought I was in a white whale."
Hello … Hello?
Today I called you
many times
Are you there?
Seems we’re a pair
of forced rhymes
in disrepair
Please pick up …
I don’t understand—
is this my reprimand?
(Mailbox unavailable)
people steal our mail
not every day
but some days
sometimes we watch them on a video
other times we see their hats
our videos are gray scale, pretty much worthless
we do not get any important mail
Cannot figure out who would want our mail
We hardly want it ourselves.
One couple of days, the silver lining is always present
sited, I looked out at the window, neck is bent
always, behead me so neatly, swiftly, bloodless
leaving me naked, standing there lying, on the floor, breathless.
One bright day, the haunting blade is absent
I finally received the mail you sent
upon discovering what's inside
out of its mouth, it poured out landslide.
shunned kicked tossed and dropped
thanks to the U.P.S guy
got few damaged goods
SNAIL MAIL
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Young Stu, with his shell brown and bold,
From the forest post office, he slowly strolled.
With letters packed on his back galore,
With slime as his tires, he slowly went to each door,
"Your snail mail's arrived!" he extolled.
“You fool! Haven’t you heard of email?” badger exclaimed
“Of all your slowness, you should be ashamed.
“With the click of a mouse
You no longer deliver from house to house.”
“But, but…I’ll lose my job,” Stu proclaimed.
“Oh, Stu, you’re so uninformed, so old school.
Your skill set you must totally retool!
Have you not heard of UPS or perhaps FedEx?
You can deliver packages and other objects!
“But snails don’t drive. You’re such a fool!”
“Besides, I’m looking forward to my postal pension
Not to mention days without strife and tension.
And all those Forever Stamps I’ve amassed
I’ll sell online or on my webcast.
Then with Musk I’ll travel to space, otherworldly dimensions.”
"A kiss is magical because it touches the heart." Quote By Poet
The silent kiss can touch your heart,
a heart that is very far apart.
I kissed your letters then licked the glue,
as I sent all my love to you.
Red lips went flying through the mail,
with a perfume spray friend never stale.
You are living so far away,
will you get my lips and perfume mail today?
Hope you can read what I want to say,
I am sending a big laugh your way.
Being away from a love one is hard,
miss talking with only reading a card.
Days feeling like you are not in your prime,
but you must go on until the next time.
Loving calls ending with the silent kiss,
how do I say you are the one I do miss?
Touching this postal stamp shaped just like a sponge
How many more of these stamps would be launched
The beautiful colors and the humor of animation
Cheering up a heart through this line of communication
The hues being used could moisten the stamp
Cute little stamps to use by those in summer camp
It has to be an honor to be featured on a stamp by USPS
SpongeBob swimming through the post office is the best
Another hallowed arrow from his quivers
One of cricket’s greatest shiver givers
Coursing down your spine like rivers
Fine line..never dithers as slivers
Of adversaries hopes on the ropes..withers
Tipples tickle our livers
The latest tropes of how
Somehow…anyhow won’t kowtow
Postman Pat delivers
Matinee idol looks tease
Record books hooks please
Finds batters crannies &
Nooks with such ease
Impeccable length…metronomic
Chin music chagrin
Such strength..astronomic
Gift of getting the ball to lift
Chronic bounce…hedonic
With his swag bag of quicks tricks
Name on the adored hall of fame
Lords boards with six..another Cummins elite fix
Beat Bob Willis’s record tome of the best
Test figures for a captain at cricket’s home..
Yep..yet another done like a kipper
By this chipper ripper skipper
Who’s not found wanting
His chiselled jaw..up there for sure
With the mean hardcore
Ponting or Waugh
As the best Test baggie green
Top draw Captain (not woke...just a better bloke) seen on screen
Or that’s maybe ever been
Will pens
(I'd have to think
when last I dipped mine in ink)
and sad to say
pencils go
the dodo's way
become extinct or obsolete
(oh no)
to the average man in the street
as if it weren't for junk mail
no matter how large or small
never mind trees and ecology
wouldn't have no mail at all
when I was young still a nipper
a lot more lively
hale hearty and chipper
had pen pals galore
now they're e-pals
it's done with thumbs
some folks use keystrokes
and I'm not sure
if anyone
writes letters anymore
In the mailbox sat
This valentine of mine,
With no return address
No name did they sign
Like my mind at the time
The little card was blank,
Who left it for me to find
… Just who do I thank?
Maybe it is best this way
Not knowing who it was,
Just another kind heart
Who put it there because
It was February 14th, after all
And the snow was falling fine,
When in the mailbox sat
This valentine of mine …
the mailbox is one hundred feet uphill
we know the mail has been delivered today
there is a buzzer that tells us
It went off two hours ago
Neither one of us wants to make the walk
it is seventy-two degrees in Kansas City today
a pretty, perfect lightly-breezy day
I reluctantly push myself off of my chair
taking one step at a time, using my walker
my dogs are huge hundred pound pony dogs
they will give chase
using me as a maypole
if they knock me down and I break a hip
it is all over
I am as good as a horse with a broken leg
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