One type of bird that frequents our home in the mountains
one of the many we look forward to
are the birds that make their home in boxes we’ve provided
they’re tiny birds but distinctive…because their backs are painted blue.
Since bluebirds cannot dig holes in which to build their homes
to keep them free from predators and pests
they rely on woodpecker holes…or home-made bluebird boxes
in which to build their nests.
It is a wonderful relationship…we provide them free housing…
where they can raise a brood…or two
and every now and then they allow us to see
the beauty of their blue.
Not only are these little birds a beautiful sight to see
they help control the insect population…
and entertain us with their soft and gentle melody.
In some small way we feel a part of nature…
providing a home for bluebirds to give birth…
a safe place to stay for a while
while they add their beauty to the Earth.
When nesting season is over…we clean their home
trying to be the best hosts we can be…
so it will be ready when they return next summer…
and create their family…rent free.
oh, crumb beneath my keyboard key
your like bread but not like tea
I saw you once last Friday night
you glowed like beige electric light
your crusty soul is effervescent
like soup that joined a family crescent
your melancholy little face
has linty dreams of outer space
I poked you with my favorite pen
you ran away like 7 men
you scooted left, you scooted right
then shouted nothing in the night
my heart became a velvet spoon
it sang at noon beneath the moon
your fragrant silence hurt my toe
although my toe was down below
o crumb. my crumb my desks delight
you haunt my snacks with snacky might
a sandwich died to let you be
now you live rent free under E
the laptop fan began to roar
it blew you toward my bedroom door
you rolled beside a dusty sock
then married it beside a clock
the clock said tick, the sock said blue
the crumb said " I am missing you"
I cried one tear in my exam
then wrote your name upon a yam
so, sleep dear crumb in dusty doom
beside the dust bunny in my room
the world may laugh, the chairs may fight
but you dear crumb, you take flight
A small dent presses deep in your chest,
A heavy boulder resting rent-free on your shoulders,
Making it feel like the whole world
Quietly depends on you to breathe, to move,
to make your parents proud.
Grades pile into mountains
you are expected to climb alone.
Every choice, every test,
every website overflowing with advice,
every guide full of tips and tricks,
every failure another stone in your pack,
every success is still barely enough.
Ounces of disappointment settle in your mind,
turning sleep into a distant place
you can almost see but never reach.
Late nights stretch into staring contests
with glowing screens and endless practice questions,
Hoping, always hoping
That somehow doors will open.
Dreams of shining congratulations
And bright acceptance letters,
haunted by cold
Sorry to inform you messages.
Tears and ambitions paused
By the shrill cry of early alarms,
a race beginning again every morning
with no finish line in sight.
The universe seems to expect perfection,
so you chase it with everything you have
And quietly wonder,
If someday it will finally be enough,
or if the mountain just keeps growing.
The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and forgotten summers. Light fractured through the roots of a tree, casting ghosts of an abundant life. Sharing a breath of dreams cut short by the ambitions of others – comfort in the knowledge of a life lived to the best of one’s ability.
just sitting with someone
in a time of
S T R E S S
words are
superfluous …
Andrew Mountbatten Windsor
A name to make him wince
When he used to be a royal
Once known as the Prince
Does he have due reason
To complain and whine
In America they promote
Old friends of Epstein?
They're sending him to Norfolk
A move he doesn’t really rate
Probably living there rent free
On Bro’s Sandringham Estate.
According to the Beeb
His ex Fergie has to roam
One of the growing number
Of those looking for a home.
Will the sins of the father,
Only alleged of course,
Be visited on his daughters
An ongoing family curse.
The King was an adulterer
Which must give Andrew hope
Since he was recently in Rome
Praying publicly with the Pope.
Over in America existing
On his wit and guile
Harry’s chuffed he chose
To live his voluntary exile
Willie’s back in England
The perfect royal clone
Wondering if he’ll ever
Make it to the throne.
Has the wold turned topsy Turvey
A revolutionary new era of time
When being rich and powerful
Doesn’t grant amnesty from crime
love is an overused and time worn concept
marriage is banal
yet nothing about your love is threadbare
you are my evermore
you wear me thin but even the thinnest strings of my fate spell out your name
there is no sphere where waking up on your sore bicep takes a backseat in my thoughts
you are not a part of my anatomy; you are it.
my heart my soul my mind
you own rent free space
you eclipse my ambition
nothing holds a candle to the love i’ve cultivated for you over these years
you are a paradigm of the moment where i realise what your love does to me
you make me a wreck and yet all it takes to fix me is you
you are the poison and you are the antidote
you are the totality of my thesis; you are the only thing i understand.
I'm sitting at home but living rent free in your head.
Your thoughts scream for help so I'll pay some rent instead.
The payment's not money, just the hated helping a hater.
So I'll help you realize your hateful thoughts as your love translator.
Resentments and jealousy are like poison to your soul.
You're only hurting yourself as you slither back down your hole.
I'm sorry for being brash, I had to put my thoughts in check.
Thoughts lead to feelings which determine how you act next.
How you act and your actions have good and bad consequences.
Now it's your choice, be real or keep your false pretenses.
Do you know that pain
The pain of never knowing
Knowing when your smile will fade
Become a star in the night sky
Amongst many forgotten
Do you know the relief
The relief when your done trying to be happy
And give in to the demons
Stop letting them live there rent free
You'd never let someone do that to you or me
You care for the demons provide them the shadows
To grow, to cause you ache
When you look into those beautiful brown eyes
You think you're not enough
That you have something to hide
I know you recognize the eyes
The pain in the night
The voices when the lights turn off
Stop
Love yourself
No matter the pain it causes the demons
Rid them if their comfortable lives
Shine over the shadows
Until the day you can control the sun,
You have stars willing to fight until the end by your side
So never fade
Or lose yourself in the dreams
I love you Mia
Your like a sister to me
Just don't lose yourself in words of the sea
I sit in class with my thoughts on blast,
The paper in front is one of the last
I fidget with my pencil and remain outcast
And act oblivious to the obvious task.
The teacher walks around, reviewing each kid;
I remain unphased, and continue to stay hid
The teacher walks past, along the floor grid
I don’t peep a sound as my thoughts start a bid.
I cannot do this task that has been handed to me,
When my thoughts won’t stop bothering me
It pains me that they live rent free,
And I really wish I could be set free.
I look at the work that is undone,
I cannot finish now or it will be numb
However later on it will be done
Only when I do not feel this unfun.
Live free or die
so defiant your sentiment
No rent-free for me, thanks
You kvetch and cry...
I'll buy
~ farewell, foul-mouthed fellow tenant
Give Or Take
Miracle Man
8/22/2024
Our country is fast becoming,
morally laid in waste.
Many embrace this change,
while others feel abased.
Nefarious people are making,
troublesome news each day.
We no longer view our laws,
being black and white, but gray.
Our Government has now become,
like a humongous money tree.
Illegals are treated far better,
with a stipend they live rent free.
Looting and killing is rampant,
with protesters voicing their views.
With covered faces, they burn our flag,
in protest toward ourselves and Jews.
“The wheel that squeaks the loudest,
always gets the grease.”
Vintage Chanel lives rent free in my mind
the colors are deep, subtle and magical.
Over time, the originally soft textures,
become luscious like a lover's caressing touch
In college, you dress down,
you want to blend in, not stand out
gods forbid you flag entitlement
and draw envy's barbed compliments.
The simple styles bear the twin burdens
of camouflage and practicality.
In Paris, fashion can be capricious,
but elegance is a silent conversation,
with its own intricate vocabulary in drape,
line, fabric and in painstaking choice.
In places where fashion matters - Paris, Manhattan, the Hamptons,
it can signal position, the way uniforms signal authority everywhere.
A splash of fashion can not only have a fabulous effect
on how its wearer feels, it can tell important stories.
I’m told that, in back rooms, where fortunes are awarded or lost,
fashion can announce arrival, rank, and intent.
It can whisper new wealth, in upstart display
or a threadbare, silent duel with mounting debt
.
.
Songs for this:
The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby & The Range
Read Between the Lines by The Bingtones
My Dove, she flies above it all,
In the face of despair she smiles,
Solving all the problems she can.
My Dove, she has deep chocolate hair,
With fair skin,
And eyes like a maze.
My Dove, so many thoughts unspoken,
One glance her way and I'm weak,
Her brains, her beauty, they make her complete.
My Dove, she adores the small things in life,
Like the birds chorus at dawn,
And the laugh of a child.
My Dove, she smells like vanilla perfume,
Her lip gloss is cherry flavoured,
And her dress is covered with daisies.
My Dove shows love through gifts,
Bracelets, painted glasses,
Anything that can be seen as personal.
My heart melts for my Dove,
She lives in my heart Rent free,
I just wish she would look my way,
Even just once.
*My Lines Are Not Good Enough*
Rent free in my heart's deep core
The beautiful one that my heart beats for
She shares a glance but I always want more
Fluffy lips like whipped cream
Over me like a gentle stream
So much afforded me in a dream
She appeared like an holy grail
Will my ship ever set sail?
But shy, I'm a failing brail
In my stalking element again
Perchance luck finds me and my lips unlock
As her fragrance filled the grocery store
Come sweet scented
Slow down and let me talk to you
Won't you be my Juliet, I said
A hard look is all I got
My guts told me so
My lines are not good enough
Live in my heart, rent-free
Now and forever more.
Don't stay out in the cold;
Make yourself feel at home,
For its as good as gold.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Don't knock, just come right in
To a place very safe,
To a place you belong,
To a heart that's fail safe.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Flow into me, my sweet,
Like most gentle of streams.
My heart is a refuge;
It's where love's bright light gleams.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
There's enough room for you;
Stay as long as you wish!
You possess the sole key;
There, our love shall flourish.
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