The physical world around me is constantly changing,
sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad.
I keep saying,
leave things alone until I die.
Then make all the changes you want,
because I will not be in the middle of the changes.
The tech world is moving faster than lightning,
what was new yesterday is old today.
Some say,
the physical world around me is an illusion.
How can I prove this to be right or wrong?
It is something to think about.
In this changing physical world around me,
I need to be like a young tree and bend in the wind of life.
The Art of Saying Nothing
Gather the soft clay while you can,
the junk mail, the tissue paper, the living speech of man.
Be utterly open to the frozen winter landscape,
to the buttercup, the faded blue, the magic flight, the shape.
At first it is a lumpy loom, a box of random words,
a snowman flying wordless with the melancholic birds.
Layer the torn washi tape, let common accents fall,
poetry is the art of saying nothing much at all.
Then take the chisel to the stone to free the hidden face,
cut away the lazy phrase, the ghost of time and space.
The mystery is the absence, the silence left behind,
the lines that shine like stars inside the borders of the mind.
No rigid rules to shackle verse, just listen to the air,
read the beating line aloud and strip the sculpture bare.
For gifts are not the reason that we block the text in blue
we only do it for the rhythm, pushing, pulling through.
I love old book stores.
The smell and look of old books,
sets my heart a pumping.
At home I have my favorite stops,
checking out each shelf carefully.
When I travel,
I look up stores before I leave home.
My list can be short or long,
with a book or two or three following me home.
This summer I found an old book,
a book jumped into my shopping cart saying,
please take me home.
I have been reading on and off for weeks,
last night I got to the end.
I could not wait to see what was going to happen,
The Last Page Was missing.
Love me because I am all green.
Love me because I am slimy.
Love me because I love water.
Are you answering with a yes?
You must be a boy loving frogs.
Are you saying no frogs for me?
You must be a girl with a cat.
Frogs are boys fun friends to play with.
Falling rocks like love
and friendship can go down fast
what a disaster
Saying, I'm sorry
giving out much needed hugs
crush the rocks to sand
Al son
qué te toquen, baila.
Solía vivir
dando consejos--
mi amada abuela,
santa vieja,
madre
de mamá.
Al son
qué te toquen, ríe.
Con fe, pídele al cielo--
Sí la esperanza está
puesta sólo en Dios--
enfrentarás los desafíos
e vencerás
toda maldad.
Al son
qué te toquen, brilla.
Quel esplendor
de esa sonrisa
pura, amistosa
y tierna--
aullentara
la soledad.
Al son
qué te toquen, reza.
En los festines,
darle gracias por Su bendición.
O juntó a mí tumba--
qué humedecida quedará,
con tú lamento en duelo
y gritos de dolor.
Alaba igual al Señor,
porqué El--
contigo estará.
It was not long ago that Gordon Gleek,
the renowned and gifted science geek,
announced to the world that whales can speak.
But, on this fine blue blubbery day,
the only thing this whale has to say
is mind your own business bub,
and, furthermore, glub, glub, glub, glub.
The name of my HEART is Wems
In its awesomeness I crave my poems
The name of my MIND is Henry
It is the great chef that cooks the story
The name of my SOUL is Temmy
Its charming grabs make the feelings foamy
My nature is Olábòsóyè
Through it I got my haye
My nomenclature is Wèmímó
In it I made my self an Arsenal of my armor
The grace is Oláolúwá
For its blessings, I mount any tower
Be inspired! Say your names
Where blue skies appear, and planes in flight soar;
Remember my smile.
Where oceans rush in, and waves scour the shore;
Remember my laugh.
When sun rise comes and pastel colours dance;
Remember our joy.
When starry nights whisper in moonlight's trance;
Remember our hope.
Where green hills roll and mountains fill with snow;
Remember our hike.
Where boats harbour up, mmm, seagull or crow?
Remember your jokes.
When festive folk sound with carols and cheer;
Remember our first
When valentine's brings young love ever near;
Remember our kiss.
Where old church bells toll, and anthems delight;
Remember the faith.
Where the fridge lies empty, hope out of sight;
Remember the truth.
Oh darling, remember those days?
Oh darling, don't be upset.
Have faith in my healing,
I've not given up yet.
Poem a day
03.06.2026
(Written in advance for my beloved one).
After being a main controller, overseeing
epsteins, and con-vids evil actions
With the intention of
Getting it all to
Slide..'
I give you bill gates...the guy next door.'
TO HELL.!!!
Talking About People
Doesn’t Know Them.
Saying, Agreeing, Saying Again...
Isn’t Wisdom, Or Knowledge
Or Powerfully Cruel
In The Long Run...
There Is Not
A Win.
-Gray Squirrel
How do idioms come to be?
Did one friend
on one day
tell the other
about the strange feeling they felt
in their upper intestine after
they heard one shoe drop,
and waited for the other?
And then did this friend respond by saying:
"Yes, I feel that way too, how remarkable,"
with the pair of pals
telling another pair,
who then told another pair,
until everyone was talking about shoes?
Or is it something more cosmic?
Is it genetic?
Is there something encoded in our blood
and cholesterol that whispers to us,
urging we reference footwear
when we feel our arteries throb with anxiety?
And how many times does one person
have to say one thing for
it to become metaphor?
Exactly how famous does somebody need to be
for their very life history to become canon?
When we look back on the famous who's-who
of past centuries,
how many of them were remembered purely by
the weight of their name?
And how many were forgotten the second
dirt hit their coffin?
How many phrases have we forgotten because we didn't say them enough?
but there is more of us.
Pull out ever Tick
Four letters
..nickname of royal prince
….P…..E…..then something ….O
Doh the clue
America seriously I wish we could help
but we have our own Loonies to deal with
What rhymes with finesse
Every lioness
I think I would have been a great God
……well above average
I mean you say you can’t see him
2000 odd years ago all he could burn was a bush
Look at him know
And his son hasn’t left the house since
well we did put nails in him
Does a Jesus wig get made with criss cross hairs
We should start a trend
Guessing which sexual law
By which actor
While the director took a back handed
I would give dogs 10 lives
Ha cats you only have 9
One more word dog and it’s going to single
Dig gits they make me s………..
for at least a mile
What if there is nothing left to fix
My stare can look like a glare
But trust me I might be a wear/where/wer
wolf over there
Watch I ensnare
Arming every bear
Watch the flare
Bboy in the air
Only lacking
the ability
to
care.
It's
all
a
balancing
act.
If you can't live longer, live deeper.
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