It's the new crank call
A bridgeless troll
A keyboard warrior
In private euphoria
It's a disconnection
On-screen reflection
On enters press
Eternal numbness
It's a devil's advocate
A spineless strut
A hit-and-run
Of thoughtless fun
It's the new crank call
The death of soul
A bridgeless troll
The blackest hole
Stacking bricks for fun
Brick after brick after brick
Pallet by pallet
Here I sit on a big bookshelf,
I am here all by myself.
At night the lights go off,
the dust makes me want to cough.
Each new day the lights go on,
making me wish I was gone.
I see you walking by,
that makes me want to cry.
Oh please do not be shy,
pick me up to buy.
I just know you need a new book,
give me a look.
You will love what you see,
I can go home and we can have tea and brie.
Ladies and Gentlemen
Step right up….
Gather round
FOR WHAT….YOU SAY
For the greatest of all gifts
The opening of a heart
An invitation to escape
The drudgery of doing
GATHER NOW
Oh wearied warriors
Surrender
To the whispered words
Of victories won
Hearts lost
And beauty
Whispered.
CLOSE YOUR EYES
And witness
Welcome the whimsy
Of a wily wind
Whistling its tales
Sharing its tears
Drawing you into its
Comedic insanity
LISTEN
To the heart
See through closed eyes
Exhale the taste of loneliness
Listen with your soul
Become one with the warrior poets
Gathered and share the wonder of life’s POETRY
Your carpet sounds fine, but now wait!
You say there are spots here and there?
Some smudges show dirt that you hate?
The solution I will now share.
I'm telling you what you should know!
This Zap is the best cleaner found!
And like the commercial, I'll show
It's quick and works well all around.
Just spray it on those spots of dirt-
No need to scrub in or to blot!
Foam power is built in each squirt-
walla- and away goes the spot!
Like magic, your carpet will gleam.
No one will suspect dirt was there.
You'll smile while this cool, magic cream
will fix your stained rug with great care!
And just for the heck of it, too-
discounted now twenty percent!
No kidding, it's so very true-
you'll wonder where all that dirt went!
My name is Tory
and here is my story
I got pots
you can make some tator tots
I got pans
so open up some cans
I got skillets
open up that wallet
I got spices like old bay
you can start eating gourmet
Everything's for sale
I'll even throw in some kale!!
Don’t buy this car for shine or speed,
this one is special, just what you need.
The kind of peace a road alone can't hold,
the warmth of this metal feels illegal to be sold.
Its seats have softened storms and fears,
they’ve carried every feeling through the years;
and when your own days twist or break,
this car will steady what you take.
Its windows frame the world with grace,
its miles will meet you face to face;
it will teach your heart to breathe again,
to trust the road, to trust the wind.
So take the keys to this unreal steel.
It’s where your future learns to finally feel.
Hello, my dear Margarita.
Trust me, sweet muy bonita.
Indeed, lovely Ms. Lillico -
my dear Margarita, hello!
One moment of your precious time -
I'll sell so cheap, it is a crime.
Won't you allow me to come in?
I'll sell so cheap it is a sin!
Thank you, I'll just unpack my case.
Oh, this low price is a disgrace
for something that's sure to delight
when you read on a sultry night.
Count them like petals of a rose
(and I'll throw in free pantyhose).
On installments, it's billable,
a pittance for each syllable.
Good morning bookstore owner,
here my new book is a loaner.
It is a must read,
it will turn your young readers head.
It is about silly yellow ducks not red,
shaking their feathers and counting ahead.
The kids will love this fun book,
fill your shelf so they can take a look.
Alone I lie, upon this cold tile floor,
a humble sock, once twinned— now twinned no more.
O cruel Spin Cycle, thou relentless wheel,
that tossed me from my mate with heartless zeal.
Where is my partner now? Dost he yet roam
the shadowed caverns ‘neath the dryer’s chrome?
Once were we two, a pair in woven grace,
matching in stripe, in purpose, and in place.
Together did we warm the traveler’s tread,
together faced the hamper’s rising dread.
But now~
now I am but a single thread of fate,
a lonely wanderer seeking out my mate.
What foot shall claim me? What drawer grant me rest?
What mortal hand restore what kismet hath oppressed?
O merciful buyer, hear my muted plea:
take pity on this sock bereft, yet brave.
Lift me from this sorrowed laundry sea,
and grant me purpose past the dryer’s grave.
For though I stand alone, my fabric worn~
still beats within my heel a hope reborn.
Already back in class.
Wow, the Holidays went fast.
Wasn’t Black Friday great?
‘Bargains,’ make my heart race
and the Internet’s my kind of place.
I can dead-on shop this time of year,
shamelessly, without the fear
that someone will be judging me.
I make some ‘passing effort’ to be frugal,
that’s what ‘black Friday’ sales are for—and google.
I bought my suitemates those techie gifts, to guarantee,
that they’ll meet with their approval.
.
.
A Christmas playlist for this:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_21.mp3
I like a special drink,
All frothy green and pink!
Three or four a day,
If I had my way.
Can someone drive me to the store?
I just need one more.
Momma said, "What is in this drink?
It sure does stink!
Oh, it's very healthy.
Nothing but goodness inside.
Momma said," Can you make me one?
Oh sure.
Let me see if you have everything inside.
Spinach and tomatoes.
Squash and potatoes.
Rye and kale.
Pickles and beets.
Should be in the drink.
Grind in the blender,
Until frothy and tender.
Makes a green and pink froth,
You will remember!
Momma said," Enjoy your drink.
Don't forget to clean out the sink!"
She fooled me again!
When will it end?
Now I have to make my own drink.
That sure does stink!
My dusty cluttered house becomes clean and organized once again -all while putting a little jingle in my pocket
Salacious, sultry
Simplistic signs of
Seedy sensory
Semi sentimental sales on
Socials
Surreptitiously
Slinking ..
Slowly
Sliding into your
Sphere and
Psyche.
Psychologically
Seducing
Some senses so
Suspiciously
Satisfying
So,
Surrender self;
Shield for safety,
Stand strong
Secure salient sentience
Successfully
Set sights solidly -
So soul secures solidarity
In sacred sanctuary of
Shalom
Somewhere,
Sandy sunsets certainly save,
Silky spider's web sparkles in sunshine,
Soft sensory surroundings subdue
Significant silent scenery in
Summery satisfaction.
Soporific seaside sounds
Singing in sympathy
Solitary safe sanctuary of seduction
Saving soul's sanity.
Selah.
Slowly, so slowly..
Spirituality of the natural
Nestles into the nape of
Normality
Now knowing
Nature's notably neutralising
Nurturing
Nourishment nectar of
Never-ending
Nirvana
My daddy is in sales the child told me.
He will get hubcaps for you, spinners, copper, whatever you want.
But he is careful about who he sells to.
Can he get me an I-phone?
Sure. He sometimes comes by them.
A stereo?
What’s that?
It’s something no one has any more.
Maybe. I’m not sure.
He doesn't sell to anyone, he reports.
He has to trust you before he sells to you.
I think this is curious.
certain the child has no idea how much information he is sharing.
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