Aprilcity was the theme a ridiculous jesture
A smile to say it was witty
A jesture to say it was clever
A lighthouse ajurned to a castle
In the middle of the desert
Might the mermaids sing to me
Might the prayers of sea merchants
Sound above the rocks
Might the winds howl in such agreement
The staffs of respected people
To treat visitors as there equal
From all ends of every nation
To marvel in such creation
Menu to menu
Event to event
Might the travelers who seek
A respective Venue
Speak us as such a retreat
To level the muzzling
the blurred eye to the blind
the most physical among us
To the sweet and unkind
Travelers in lodging
To which respects
A doctrine up holds
Might we stand staffed
To be host to visitor
Our needed like there's unopposed
Hospitality
Hospitality
Hospitality
The needs of many people
Yeah? Well, what happened with the Edsel?
The limericks that herein you meet
Were tested for pressure and heat.
Confirmed for all nozzles,
And yet, if one wozzles,
Return, if you kept the receipt.
A desire, a wish, a simple dream—
Of us together, laughing giddily,
At Dad's oh-so-lame PJs,
At Mom's sweet little complaints,
At Bhai's sharp, witty comments,
And my endless fussing over them.
I yearn for this tender, tiny wish:
To laugh with them, carefree and blissed
What is to be known of the honey comb?
A frightening look at overcrowding at home.
She comes to this tribal gathering in robes,
wearing slippers, newsprint on her thumb.
Affection awaits the cat, whose attitude carefully
adjusted, has decided to stay off this ottoman.
It is February, and the weather remains cold.
To be warm, I should flip the calendar to autumn.
Tomorrow, let us fly rainbow kites of our sensual
minds, entangling kite tails of the color chrome.
Another day of endless poetry in her dreams.
The poetess composes another dreamy poem.
wine is yet the same:
oily, full-bodied, fruity...
sine qua non... be wine...
To live is to have
The smile as a source of life...
A life full of beauty
human beauty...
Humanity for all
For everyone to have their own happiness...
The fun of working
Working as in harmony
harmony that is the apotheosis
The apotheosis, the glory
The glory of being happy
Happy to live fully
Living in harmony
Harmony between friends
Be a great friend...
Having the genius of quality
Quality always improving
Constant improvement...
Constant, even if not perfect
Perfection, of course, doesn't exist...
But wanting perfection, try...
Being possible to be almost unique.
Unique is always essential
The essential thing is to invest in yourself
Invest to become better
Give your best.
To be recognized loving!
This is quality... primordial!
Character is the breath of fresh air,
the gentle insistence of places left behind,
the test itself taken solo, without study aids or observers,
just you—bare and unseen.
It is the weight pulling down the earth,
unmoved by winds or whims,
an invisible force that supports all,
severe and longstanding, without foreseen witness.
This fine lady was both beautiful and funny.
What a rare combination for an actress to see.
We will always remember her for "Young Frankenstein" and "Tootsie".
Many other performances increased her popularity.
Teri became encumbered with multiple sclerosis, unfortunately.
This ended her life very recently.
However, Teri's screen performances gave her immortality.
Teri Garr
(1945-2024)
from a news story found on aol.com
Have time to your mom
Say something to tell her wise
She ought to treat nice.
Family of great
The crested grebes foraging
Frolicking the lake.
So you’d like to know how to date me,
what I prize as partner quality?
Be more than a bit spontaneous,
artsy, and able to cook’s a bonus;
Admire my competitive spirit,
always cheer for me and celebrate it!
Respect the time that I need to write,
I’ll spoil you if you cuddle me tight;
Accept me when I’m a supernova,
just for me channel your cassanova;
Sing for me if you want me to swoon,
a whisper sets off all of my passion;
I’ll lounge around with you all afternoon;
if you give these tidbits implementation.
The Quality Of Life Is Gone
The water is not clear
The food tastes terrible
The air stings the eyes
The fires are many
The arid lands are multiplying
The days and nights are getting hotter
The diseases are many
The cures are a few
The faithful are without a prayer
The parents are no longer able to protect
The children have nowhere to turn
*
For the love of Earth
What did we do to deserve this
For the love of Earth
It is what we didn't do
***
Country, Quality Time
Miracle Man
2/17/2024
The moonlight was shining on the pond’s still surface,
which at that moment only my eyes were seeing.
A rambunctious fish moving within the subsurface,
maybe chasing minnows to sustain its being.
I’m mesmerized, frozen, on a decaying log,
moon illumination has dampened darkness' cloak.
This is my quality time, God, me, and my dog,
entertained by a bullfrog chorus as they croak.
I was just getting into my PJs to go settle in for another writing session when I realized that I've had this shirt for… I'm guessing, about 25 years. I have two of them, one red and the other blue for the Chiefs and the Royals. I wear one or the other of them every night. They are getting a little thin around the tummy, but man are they really comfy. I wonder how many things we could buy today that would still be going strong 25 years from now.
Technology grows
and the quality declines
means high costs for all
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