Feeling a bit scaly
and my usual fleet-footed
I followed a lizard
into an evaporating wash --
somehow, all living critters
eventually enter the wash -- the
lizard looking for insects, and the
coyote looking for lizards
and to drink from a puddle
of water -- more like
a thimble full, the sun reclaims
quickly when 120 -- dwellers learn
to conserve, survive on less
in the desert; did not see
one environmentalist though;
probably in a comfy college
dorm, or staff lounge, sipping ice-tea,
writing his or her next hit piece, main
focus on how he or she suffers along with
a greatly abused planet. Gulp, gulp!
Honestly, I prefer the company of lizards,
coyotes, and an occasional rattler -- always
having found the desert far more hospitable
than Arid intellect.
One picture appears to be ovaries.
said our rosaries
please protect our ovaries
here and overseas
on sabbatical
that had become tactical
being radical
investigated
then we had contemplated
interrogated
seemed stimulated
proving prevaricated
so poorly stated
had tolerated
was never educated
eradicated
while an allusion
would have caused much confusion
disturbed by delusion
1 final last thing
Before i go
On self-imposed sabbatical
I wish in word's to impart
to all of you
Is this
Love and hope is no longer
dead
As today i discovered and
seen before my very own eyes
2 childhood sweethearts
soulmate 1 true ex-loves
Grind the long hard pathway
back into each other affection
and trust once again
And it restored my fractured
faith in love i lost had stolen
that painful day away
When they eventually decided
to go separate ways and part
So today more above any
other day in the not so recent
past
The news i heard today
Was at long , long last not
tempered with sadness
But instead the kind and
type of news
That whence upon hearing
All the world abound at
that moment of singularity
Love actually tenders time
and light relatively squared
And like i said before is
kind of type of news
That makes me believe
in love once again
Even after a self-imposed
sabbatical
Allah, Jehovah, and Jesus
Reached a decision to leave us
But the one to go first
Would most likely be cursed
What else could they do to please us?
Twilight waved me sadly sighing, adieu,
Furling her rosy hue; cautioning me.
Earie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach,
But alone I dream here with piercing pains.
The label I hide on the wine bottle,
A label of a shirt she bought for me,
Which I fondly kept as a souvenir
Of my final visit home...years ago.
They told me of the psycho cat’s demise,
And of horror stories that haunts a beach,
Yet I've got no place better now to dream:
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine.
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The label I hid on the wine bottle
said cheap, boozy, available, needy
it was easily seen in reddened eyes
They told me of the psycho cats demise
eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach
laying flowers on her vintage guitar
Pouring the last of the wine in the sand
had she succumbed to the dark allure of
sabbatical dreams after quarantine
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The labor I hide on the wine bottle;
And yet I waddle and I do not drink;
Mind blended dog got me by the collar;
My novice is stuck in this dark closet;
They told me of the psychic cat's demise;
Why? Is it raining in my kitchen drain;
I open the cupboard nothing's in;
Juzt had tuna my cat washing dishes;
Still locked up in this house this old bedroom;
No toilet paper got diarrhea;
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine
Dog running around and circles as such;
H ave a fever got no thermometer;
The label I hide on the wine bottle;
They told me of the psychic cat's demise;
Meow says the dog, bark-bark goes the cat;
This ain't no joke maybe got the Covid;
I dun't know maybe I-zz just ahh! drunk
Did I convey that I can't read nor see
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Being Tactical With Each Fractal
We were being tried and true tactical,
As well as frugal with our each fractal;
Trump must go,
We all know
And forever should go on a sabbatical.
Jim Horn
I’ll always remember
the amazing time
when I took a sabbatical year
leaving my job behind
to finish a bachelor degree.
The days of evening classes
would finally be over.
I savoured every single day
of being a full time
student again.
This time I lived on campus
-- the freedom !
I had regained my youth
without losing the little
wisdom I had acquired
and most importantly
I was taking nothing for granted.
I was turning back the clock.
My one and only chance!
It was fabulous
-- totally liberating!
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taking a one week sabbatical
going to rest my soul and mind
going to put it all behind me
going to get away from the grind
Mexico is waiting
the peace and quite I need
that resurrects my spirit
that reinforces me
no cell phone connection
no landline to be reached
disconnect from everything
while I lay on the beach
I’ll come back reinvented
a soul that’s been restored
lucky if it lasts one day
a very short reward
I was sittin in the crook of a white oak tree
when I saw six monsrers
or maybe three
I got real scared at first you know,
'cause they all had eyes as white as snow
they spread a blanket 'neath my perch
and started in to havin church!
one big furry sort of guy
said a prayer up to the sky
that's when he caught sight of me
and reached and caught me by the knee
He pulled me down into his lap
and let me wear his baseball cap
I laughed and punched him in the arm
He said"Son we don't mean no harm.".
"We ain't doin nothin radical,we're just here
on a sabbatical.Monster Land is mighty cold,
and all of us is gettin old.See we're just tourists
on a trip
thats when I give that guy the slip
I up and run to Grandpa's farm
He said"They won't do no harm,He saidThem fellers
come each year
they call 'em Big Foot around here
They's just cold monsters from across the nation
who come to Florida on vacation.
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