Her Name Was Renee
Her name was Renee Penee
She was a sweet old cat
Friendly and vocal
Even though our meal schedules differed
We did nearly everything together
But mostly without feathers-
We even conversed
She gave me some advice
Before she passed away
I just need time to figure it out
Preferably without any pouts
Yes, her name was Renee
Not Fay or Kay nor even Rey
But it was better than her original name
To ponder is to wander down fantasy lane
Where dreams lead poets to poetry fame.
Quote by poet.
I often ponder how life would have been
if I’d looks and grace of a beauty queen
Would I be happy, would I have riches
have my meals served upon silver dishes.
Perhaps I’d have lived alike a princess
wearing dresses of the absolute best
With handsome suitors requesting my hand
living dreams only found in fairyland.
Maybe I’d have a chauffeur standing by
preferably a humble, charming guy
To take me shopping at the poshest shop
where I could wander and shop till I drop.
I ponder about jewels that I’d wear
rubies in the tiara on my hair
The glances I’d have when out and about
and wonderful comments that folk would shout.
Then I’ll stop pondering, come back to earth
reminding myself I’m no special girl.
* * *
Too exact Revenge
I hold a strand of enemies’ hair.
I will carve my exact revenge.
Plant the root deep down Hell
For her to be punished and held captive
Where she can’t reach it
Watch her burn, watch her sweat,
Just like she did to me.
Light a candle, read prayer
Burn strand over candle
Leaving candle all night
Preferably 3 am to 4 am.
ps. if not got candle , just touch picture
A curse for the wicked
A spell to exact serious revenge, if you can’t find a picture of your enemy, imagine where you last seen him/her. If you haven’t got a candle use this picture. Hold that image in your mind. Light a candle, stare into the candle with such hatred for the person/s then read,
I hate you so much
I want revenge
For what you did to me
I want you to suffer
In hell and feel the pain
Of ever destroying my soul
I want you to feel the agenising pain
I put a curse on you
For ever more
Leave the candle on all night, preferably 3 to 4 am.
Who are we as animals
Herd or family mammals?
Maybe Clockwork Oranges
In the Apple storages?
The Lefts put it clearer
Herd is far superior
The Rights strongly disagree
They stand for a family
For the Middle of the Roaders
We are renters or the owners
Most of the non-party folk
Deem that issue as a joke
As for me, we’re all the same
Under any term or name
Be it herd or family
What we are preferably
Either side can’t cut my tax
So the real sense it lacks.
You are destined to go places;
Preferably God-centered places
Reached via roads less traveled.
The few that blaze such God-centered
Places are fixated and permeated
With a strong sense of purpose.
Moreover, when traveled, onlookers
And bystanders are quick to distract,
Which may cause traverlers to subtract,
Losing traction as well as losing
Sìght of their God given purpose.
But may you be ever focused, never
Slowed nor tempted to switch tracts.
May any who oppose you be the
Amunition that only recharges you.
May nothing said or done cause a discharge.
Your name is Journey. Full speed ahead!
For a cold take
hot tea and buttery cinnamon toast
Flu? baked custard, very cold,
maybe milk toast with
with butter oozing from hot milk.
Sad, depressed? chocolate,
macaroni and cheese,
or favorite ice cream.
Tired from a busy day,
take-out – maybe egg rolls
and shrimp lo mein, delivered.
Broken leg? Get friends to
bring in a loaded pizza,
have a beer party
Headache? cold gingerale
(cold water on towel for head)
no food!
Homesick? Mom’s goulash
with extra melted cheese
washed down with
glass of wine or vodka and tonic.
Insomnia? At three am
anything in fridge
or pantry, preferably sweet,
like doughnuts, but even
crackers and cheese will do.
For anything else, large
cut-up juicy orange,
chocolate malt milkshake,
or strawberry shortcake.
My story need not involve a person’s glory
though I hope it will be interestingly oratory
and preferably self-explanatory
rather than overly expository.
To titillate my readers, I could even make it just a wee bit gory.
I do not claim that the days
are the executioners of the nights,
but as for me I prefer
wandering under the light of the stars,
filtering the conspicuity of the moon,
breathing the night air...
do you think it’s funny
hilarious, haha, a joke
how a billionaire’s money
is enough to make him an expert
on how to put his hands
around your throat
until you choke
how your taxes should be spent
and who should be sent away
to another place
to disappear without a trace
sold into slavery
or worse
to another time
when people were schooled
that rich white men ruled and
everyone else was
easily fooled
where women stayed
in the kitchen all day
preferably naked
and always ready to play
nobody was welcome
unless they could pay
their five million dollar
fee to stay
does it make you giggle
when our president
rants and raves
stomps his feet
and holds his breath
until his face
turns orange
says that only he
knows what’s best
for the billionaires
because quite frankly
no one cares about
all the rest
everyone must bow down
lay down
stay down
or get put down
orange marmalade
like fentanyl laced Gatorade
breaks the spirit
numbs the mind
until you find
you’re on the floor
too weak to
care anymore
I do not claim that the days
are the executioners of the nights,
but as for me I prefer
wandering under the light of the stars,
filtering the conspicuity of the moon,
breathing the night air...
Looking for something to brighten my day
Want to run off and play
Preferably free but willing to pay
Something to take me away
Want to feel happy and gay
Maybe have some tea at the local café
Attend an event that is underway
Some candy and a flower bouquet
Eat my full at a delicious buffet
Somewhere quiet I can lay
Go for a ride on a sleigh
Dance with the cabaret
Maybe enjoy a souffle
With a juicy filet
Play some croquet
Shout out hooray
Laugh like a clown
Enjoy every sound
Joy to be found
Playing in the crowd
Shouting out loud
Happy and proud
Standing my ground
Doing things unallowed
Back to work I will go
My day moving slow
Feeling a need to grow
Thinking of good times from long ago
I do not claim that the days
be executioners of the nights,
but as for me I prefer
wandering under the starlight,
filtering the conspicuity of the moon,
breathing night air...
White Supercilium, black face mask,
White collar,
Dark buff head with Black central stripe,
Dark gray stout bill,
Gray eye-ring with white awake – eyeliner,
Buff crowned,
Glossy blue, dark green, Turquoise-Blue,
Shocking white wing-coverts,
Thin black trace, garish scarlet Underbelly,
Black blue-tipped tail,
Toned, endless, enviable strong pins
pink
Divine ensemble apt for
Wallpapers, earrings, motifs, art, stamps and study
They sit shy, inconspicuous, in
Leftover dense forest
Mad for being naive in
Sartorial world, they keep
Picking up worms under leaf-litter
On forest floor, autumn always
Secretive Monomorphics
Complain to Sun
Once at dawn, once at dusk,
risks
To migrate preferably at night
Opulent pair dances to mate
Nests to breed, care their chicks,
Teach their fledglings to hide and play
Along predators’ plenty,
Teach their fledglings along
Stressful achromatic life,
to fly away
I love you Bluebird, stay inside
I hope that someday we can glide
And soar above the earth below
Take me with you, I will go
Land wherever, I won't care
As long as I am with you there
I have so much I want to share
And I will love you anywhere
From Avonlea to Lake Annecy
From letter A to letter Z
What you want is fine by me
And where you are, there I will be
Preferably physically
Perhaps though only mentally
Two hearts, one mentality
I'll love you for eternity...
I will
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