Today it's been 16 months
16 months since I have seen your face
16 months since I felt your embrace
16 months since I heard your laugh
16 months since I knew you were in the world
even when I didn't see or hear from you
It's also been 16 months since I have seen
the pain in your eyes
FELT the pain of you words, go straight to my heart
Seen the effects of your illness on your whole being
Seen that you were a shadow of who you were before
mental illness took over your life
I MISS all of you, but I am not sorry you found peace
and I am trying to make you proud by screaming hard
and loud that Mental Health is crucial and our resources
are inadequate.
I love you, my son and I miss you!
wrote last poem months ago
will not write another so
guess i'll stick with good ol' prose
prosaic from head to toes
if i write anything now
post only me anyhow
no one need read this my trash
algorithms turned to ash
say no more of politics
theology only tricks
you into false contentment
lulls the brain like compliment
dulls the pain of resentment
makes our love hate's complement
wish not to over complain
but ennui's bored me insane
in world prefabricated
all new remains outdated
and what's real is really rare
but fake has millions spare
routine is the only route
for time space life to run out
replace me with a monkey
and you'll save beaucoup money
sorry if self pity's wrong
self regard's just not so strong
seems i've carried on too long
so i'll end this silly song
Anthony Bianco / Tie Dye in July
~~~
Find fairies in January
learn fae contrary ~
Sword perry in February
effective thrusts vary ~
Fertilize yards in March
battle patches sparse ~
Plant maples in April
tree growth enable ~
Inhale nature in May
gorgeous green display ~
Write tunes in June
serenade listening moon ~
Tie dye in July
before fireworks fly ~
Keep promises in August
reinforce your honest ~
Pile leaves in September
jumpers seek center ~
Groom Rover in October
unbearable canine odor ~
Prepare turkey in November
calendar scheduled attender ~
Feel elfish all December
Santa’s toy assembler ~
~~~
It has been nine months since you died
the same amount of time it takes for a baby to grow
inside a mama's body
you were indeed a part of me,
and your death was literally losing a part of myself
I do know that you know peace now
that you hadn't known on earth since your
mental health diagnosis but I miss your
beautiful face, your voice, and your most
amazing stuffing squeezing hugs
We will meet again, my son,
you are loved and missed!
working in the cold
has no effect on body
when it's thirty four
*Working in a warehouse that's 34° every day 365 days a year.
As a New Year comes roaring in, will we greet it with a New Start or resolutions?
Our health should be on the top of our list for 2026.
There are eight laws of health starting with Nutrition.
Then followed by Exercise, Water, Sunshine, Temperance, Air, Rest and Trust in God.
All eight are required for a healthy and happy life.
Is this the year for change and better health?
Twelve months will pass by very fast.
Will we be a winner for better health or a loser?
Only time will tell.
do just one daily
never but never give up
yes 2026 best year ever
Little Oreo is nine months
Already planning his embroidered wall hanging
He’s so lovely he smashes the house,lol
I think he knows he’s spoiled
Can’t quite work his colouring out
Needs to be applied before I make judgement
He’s got a black fur on his face
No distinguishing markings but under his chin
Only white whiskers will make it stand out
And some clever shading.
Little Professor Oreo Double Cream Theodore Esquire.
He was my cousin and friend and his death was a damn shame.
But he decided to do drugs and he only had himself to blame.
78 months ago today, he drew his final breath.
He loved to party and he died because of Meth.
People tried to convince him to stop doing drugs but we were bound to fail.
He died six and a half years ago today and if you do Meth, you'll die as well.
[Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019]
I have been retired for fourteen months
lost twenty-eight pounds in this time
when I was working, I was on the road ninety minutes a day
now I am not on the road ninety minutes a week
for two months my car has not moved
I had no idea how stressed I was
the job was stressful, but the drive was ten times worse
I am relieved to be able to stay home and do nothing
No schedule, no worries about being on time or dressing
I am comfy some days to wear my pajamas
This is the life I never knew I wanted
It’s been seven months since us, and it feels so strange,
You became someone new, such a heart-aching change.
Just a week after it all came to an end,
I lost the one I called my life, my bestest friend.
I don’t want to live as a memory’s part,
I want to begin again, to give someone my heart.
To find myself, to love again, to be free,
From the echo of what we used to be.
It hurts to look back a year ago,
When forever was a promise we swore to know.
Now I stand here, quiet, beneath the stars asking why,
Still learning to suffocate… until I die.
Is summer over or just cooling down,
days are getting shorter do not make a frown.
Sun time use varies widely,
in many different places.
Do not tell me barbeque time is over,
that will make me want to pee my bedcover.
As BBQ corn does eat,
great with hotdogs and watermelon too.
Tell me it is not so,
no more ice cold sweet tea to drink slow.
Now to make only hot tea,
keeping lips moist not open.
Summer will be back next year,
must I really wait twelve months with no cheer?
Friends gather happily in just,
time for the holidays and not missing the summer.
best comments written by Maria Williams, Richard Seal, Rowena.
Half Past Summer, Two Months To Fall
The sultry legs of summer dance under sunny skies
Each day, the steps are heated and embraced
She lies in summer's arms on a beach, tanning herself
As the sands of summer roll with the waltzing tides
When the song ends, she sighs, and a new stage begins
Slippers and sandals are replaced with shoes for the fall
A picnic of beachgoers wanes as a harvest moon peaks
Soon her yard fills with leaves as Fall looks to ask her out
connie pachecho
7/29/25
Twigs and dried leaves talk timeless tales cuddling together.
Parrot pandemonium camouflage under fading flowers
I've witnessed seasonal cycles. Is the deep calling me?
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