There are skeletons in my closet:
Well, we all have some of those.
Everyone has secrets
They’d like to hide I suppose.
Most people’s hidden skeletons
Are minor ones, no doubt.
Just a bit embarrassing
If anyone found out.
Little indiscretions,
Committed long ago.
But things they’d really rather
Their family didn’t know.
But the bones that fill my closet
Are not a metaphor.
I have a pile of real ones
Littering the floor.
For I am Jack the Ripper,
A man of great renown.
Slaying ladies of the night
After dark in London Town.
And, until the police catch up with me,
I intend to keep on going.
Soon I’ll have to move house.
My closet’s overflowing.
The banks here were overflowing
The trees bent down, down like twigs
The wind howled, blowing to and fro
We didn't know the storm would be so big
I'm talking about down in Texas
Hurricane Alecia
Hurricane Ike
And Hurricane Beryl
They crashed into the seawall
The skies were dark and bleak
Storms in Texas are a squall
They happen any day of the week
We haven’t shared a lifetime,
but these days feel profound,
Each moment wrapped in laughter,
your voice, the sweetest sound.
You make me smile so deeply,
my soul lights up anew,
A heart once calm, now brimming,
overflows, all thanks to you.
You joke about your brilliance,
as if it’s hard to see,
But, love, you’re breathtaking—
you’re everything to me.
You’ve shown me care and kindness
in ways I’ve never known,
A garden full of blossoms,
from seeds you’ve gently sown.
So let me tell you, plainly,
what words could never show:
You are my joy, my wonder,
my heart’s unending glow.
Today…a blessing for kindness…
For…how often do we find…
to those we love…our friends and family…
it’s easy to be kind.
This blessing asks for that same kindness
to cascade…to overflow….
on to every creature of the Earth…
even those we do not know.
The blank page that was staring at me
is now overflowing with typography
Nothing I've written means anything
yet here I am, doing handsprings
The house is as fresh as a drain -
the toilet is blocked yet again -
but 'nature arose'
and holding my nose,
I prayed as I yanked on the chain...
written 5th June for Tania's limerick contest
If the title is suggestive they watch me
put their name in it they watch me
the only time they get attention
the only time they get a mention
centre stage, run the show,
watching me because they know
I shine a light they glow
watch the numbers grow
it’s a sad life that their living
and it really is a given
that they lap it up and love it
when I tell them where to shove it
that short lived power trip
to a lifelong sour lip
yes you were a munter boss
whose never ever known a loss
because you’ve never had a lot
your missing brain and bottom pops
wishing you were someone hot
clever interesting you’re not
sense of humour not a human
that moustache forever booming
no man was ever after you
unattractive daft and rude
but trust me they would laugh at you
laughing at you not with you
yes you really oughta
fish the ice out the water
yes it melts and flows right over
if you’re that dumb you’re a knower
that knows nothing at all
you should have gone to school
you’re so stupid you will never know
just how stupid overall
Praise be to the tranquil home
Where care and amity abide
Like a well-worn book or favorite poem
In whose members we confide
And whose values are our guide
Ill-fated is the raging home
Where resentment and cruelty reign
Like an outcast always bound to roam
Doomed to empty constant pain
Where no glimmer of will remain
Blessed is our home within
Where resides a treasure glowing
Without temptation need or sin
Just eternal pure love glowing
And goodwill overflowing
Written 2/22/22
Overflowing with love describes me well
Thought by now the fire would die
Uh-uh, oh-no, not a chance of that happening
Still filled with that love stuff inside
Love sees a lot of changes through life
But one thing always remains constant
It's a perpetual desire to love one another
We recognize love in an instant
Been down that road quite a few times
But some things we never forget
Love is the answer no matter the question
We discover during life's perilous trek
I can honestly say throughout my journey
Had more than my share of crushes
But for you my sweet, my love stays constant
I still tingle and my heart still gushes!
The jar is full
I've hit all the walls
So many plans in my head
But without getting out ,
There's nowhere else to go
I'm gonna flow out but I won't
You sipping is the only way I'm getting out
I'm not food poison as you think
Know I'm not sweet
But I ain't bitter either
Trust me I'm gonna taste better
Pick it up anytime you want
I'll stay in till then in the dark without a clue
Know you don't realise I'm in here
Because the water in here,
You didnt pour .
But I cant see you either
And not taking guesses on the other side
The harder I cling on to these walls
The harder it gets
But I'm not letting go
Until I feel the suction
It might be never
But it's okay
The inside is infinite too you know?
Know I've not reached infinity but I know I don't want it as much as a passage out.
Gads. Our gutter in front was overflowing again.
We have really been getting a lot of rain lately.
Have been saving flower seed and other odds
and ends for you. Think my grass will need
one last cutting for the year. Watched our
virtual church service on line. Jill is
whipping up some great soup.
Behind the curtain my heart overflows with love ~
come and drown yourself
C-omposer
H-as
R-ightfully
I-nspired
S-omeone
T-imely
I-mplementing
N-ote
A-nd
M-essage
A-s
C-elebrant
A-ccepts
N-atal
D-ay's
O-verflowing
G-reetings
Topic: Birthday of Christina Macandog (October 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
H-ave
O-verflowing
J-oy
I-n
E-xperiencing
R-apturous
A-crostic
F-rom
A-uthor's
E-uphoric
L-ine
Topic: Birthday of Jhojie O. Rafael (October 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
D-elight
I-s
A-pplied
N-icely
A-dvancing
L-ine
O-f
N-atal
G-reeting's
O-verflowing
S-ublimity
Topic: Birthday of Diana Longos (October 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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