~ When Playing 'The Game of Love' ~
Let not defeat upon defeat serve as dissuasion
~ One victory changes the whole equation
As a caboose is to a train,
September is to the summer.
The train finishes with red,
the summer also finishes with red.
Red from the hot days,
red from the painful sunburns,
red from barbequing over hot coals,
red showing off the long pretty sunsets.
Like a bear sleeping through winter,
I would love to sleep through the summer.
When the hot summer is over,
when September ends you must wake me up
Oh yes,
I want to see the pretty fall colors.
The trees are dressed in golds, oranges and rusts,
the squirrels are having fun playing tag,
as they hide their nuts for the winter.
The very hot weather is gone until next year,
a cool breeze covers me like a soft blanket.
As September says good-bye until next year,
winter will set in with cold winds.
Old sweaters will come out ready to wear,
as a new one or two will be bought.
What a magical time of the year,
holidays with family, friends and food,
celebrating one year out and a new one coming in.
waiting for life to give me a break to catch up
Just the other day, a man was stoned to death for being a Christian Gay
Another was beaten, a few breaths shy of death, for wearing a MAGA hat.
Devils sashay bloody streets- eating innocents- pepper-spraying God.
We've lost humanity and hobbled dialogue and civility.
I think it's time to part ways, reflect, and pray.
That this blaze eventually gives way to more gentle embers.
Pray that someday we can chain greed and lasso ego.
Refresh the loving heart and come back wholly, together
gallant gangsters glorified Germanic gargoyles
graceful gentlemen garnishing gossiping gazelles
glimpsing garbled, gaudy, garish glistening gracefulness
goblin’s Gothic genealogy generating gauzy galactic giants
Giggling galloping godmother germinating gingerbread gags
Gaunt, gooey galoots guiding gabby geese to Graceland’s gates
Friends may be wondering
why I pay little attention
to romance since I was told,
" Work your way to kindness
and appreciate it
more than gold;
falling too easily and too quickly
for someone seems crazy."
I should've listened to my mom for once,
not given her a naughty look
and suddenly sped away;
she meant well, but it didn't stick:
I kept spreading my bed
with scented rose petals,
invited beautiful girls over
on the long days of hot summer
and took their innocence away.
Did they understand their mistake?
Did they understand I was bad?
For each tear they shed,
no young heart cried and bled
more than they did;
they were angels caught in a Paradise
of unexpected surprises.
It opened their teary eyes
and made them see the real me,
showing them a romance
that didn't make sense;
I played the role of king
and felt happy.
Stubborn boys out there,
don't ever try this trick,
playing with romance
harms innocent girls;
it's unkind, it's an awful fix.
Should naughty boys
be remembered and loved,
or be despised and pushed away?
They are the cause
of false romance.
don't let foolishness stain your pride!
snow loudly crunched
on my bittersweet walk
through yesteryear made memories
of my brother and me
in snowball wars
a hot summer's day
birds love playing in the lake
swimming and singing
TRUMP IS GETTING PLAYED
IRAN HE CANNOT PERSUADE
TRUMP IS NOW DISMAYED
heart
heart ache
heart throb
heart pills
heart attack
break
break out
break down
breakfast
break a leg
word
word play
word choice
word bank
word of the week
mind
mindful
mind game
mind your me’s and muse
Grammy’s dining room, a charming little casino,
the overhead light turning ordinary air to gambling gold.
Cards fanned out across the oilcloth,
their soft edges warmed by her steady hands.
Dried beans clattered in chipped bowls,
riches measured in the music of pretend.
Grammy’s laughter rose first,
Aunt Maudie’s chasing after,
two sparks lighting the whole room~
and I sat between them,
certain magic had pulled up a chair.
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The task is not to see what has never been seen before, but to think what has never been thought before about what you see everyday.
~ Erwin Schrödinger
Girl playing with a cat,
Or cat playing with a girl.
Girl with cat;
Cat with girl.
Which are you,
Which is not?
Perhaps we should try
Schrödinger's paradox!
lick a lollipop, a Lilliputan celebration
lively liquor lingers in consternation
limp limpidity in gradual gradation
liquidates lily-livered lightness in moderation
liquifying likely, causing freaky frustration
dexterous fingers
long light lithe and skinny too
banjo playing hands
I want a great love affair
I want a love stolen off pages of romance books full of passion
And heat and delicious taboo
I want a love affair to shake me
To pang in my bones, my nerves stinging
We were playing pool
We lost the chalk and we were laughing
You were drunk and all loosened up
And I was licking my words as I spoke them
You watch me from the corner of your eye, cheeky smile, you lean forward
Just slightly, but you lean forward
We stand there mere inches from each other, absorbing each other’s heat
You were drunk
In my head I rewind and replay
Every time you looked at me on a loop
Clinging to the memory of praise
Leading your gaze towards me
Letting my body stretch
Become one with the pool cue
And I could fail a hundred times
Let the clicking get louder and louder
With pain shooting up my right shoulder
I keep lining the cue up
Just to hear you say that, this time, I was good
We were playing pool
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