Dilbert the donkey was thrilled with his new friend Mr. Slip
They were inseparable from the beginning of this relationship.
Running toward each other to bray and bark, bark and bray.
Frolicking in the meadow, we heard their joy a mile away.
Unlikely friends? Not if you knew these enthusiastic two.
So thrilled with each other, they barely knew what to do.
They visit each other all day and sometimes sleep together too.
Dilbert the donkey and Mr. Slip, as thick as Elmer’s strongest glue.
.
tuh step out
uv
mine free'tuh
hut
touch thuh flowerz
purty
tuh step out
uv
mine free'tuh
shanty
feel rain 'pon mine
flesh
tuh step out
uv
mine free'tuh
sequestered
truly woo thuh sum
we
We were on a side quest. I wanted some cool, fresh
cherries to savor as we strolled hot Saint Tropez.
So we were in a grocery store, in the township,
I was pushing a shopping cart along the frozen food aisle
when suddenly my feet flew out from under me and I
took a hard, embarrassing, backward spill.
Peter was shocked - “What?!” He exclaimed.
One second I was up and the next I was on my back.
It was like a lightning strike or a film edit, I was like WTF?
I was in flip-flops and there was a puddle of water.
I was fine, if scuffed up - thank god I wasn’t in a dress.
I got right up, I mean I’m not a 90-year-old lady.
And after a second we walked on, only to be swarmed,
a moment later, by the store manager and his minions
- “Are you ok?” He asked, scrubbing his hands.
“Yes, I’m fine - no, I don’t want to fill out a report”
My left big-toe was swollen and bleeding - so no running
along the beach this morning - now THAT seemed weird.
I guess it was more of a back-side quest.
.
.
A song for this:
Helter Skelter by the Beatles
Trouble Me by 10,000 Maniacs
Tripped over a tongue twister
AP: 1st place 2026
It seems but short moments ago
That my three sons began to grow
and Time became my better friend
It's deceit then I did not know
Youthful time is a treat to spend
and shove Old Time across a bend
Forever would last, we would see
Moments and days that never end
Days now heavy with memories
yet time continues it's mad tease
My boys still run in summer's sun
For I can dream the things I please
Now time and I forget to run
But on my wish list, Number One
I'd sit and watch my boys at play
And Yesterday would still be fun
.
each winter morn
az 'kilroy'
out mine visage
peeps from mine
bankerz
i don't feel it
yet yet
for theatrical affects
"burrrrrr"
sniff sniff
(((eve)))
i mean ((cauffeee))
(((ouch))) girl
")
A slip of a lad
like an apparition
Glides in and out
of his own volition…
His graceful movements exude potential
Surely, his existence consequential
‘Til one day, for a moment unmasked
He appears naked ~ not a single credential
If I could turn the clock's proud hands around,
And make the past a silent, yielding clay,
What single thing would be my hallowed ground?
What solitary debt would I repay?
Not Caesar's fall, nor some forgotten war,
No grand design upon the human stage,
But just a little moment, nothing more,
A single, unremarked, forgotten page.
I'd find the day the friend-thread started thin,
The one I broke with words of careless spite.
I'd go to the spot where pride won the grin,
And chose the bitter shadow over light.
While with my power used to hold my tongue,
To bite the lip and let the anger cool.
To choose the path of love while we were young,
And not to act the self-important fool.
The world would turn, the stars would still align,
No empires built, no new philosophy.
Albeit, modest, subtle world of mine,
A broken thread would mend, eternally.
And I would trade history's roared acclaim,
I'd bid that one small change, so soft and low,
To keep a bond from ever knowing blame,
And watch the seeds of understanding grow.
It is the same for us all.
Good days now and then, bad days also.
Clear skies and cloudy nights.
Time progresses, distraction is the crave.
Sliding right on in,love the only motivation.
They do, they tell not to.
Eyes turn blind, they do for love.
Realisation, the crave grows stronger still.
That to see, is not your will.
The wrong one has the control.
Everything has changed, happiness absorbed away.
Out along with the smoke exhaled?
Rules changed, doing it for what now?
plopping down ‘midst marshmallow grounds
the bunnies advanced by leaps and bounds
ahead of the hounds who the marshmallows found
~ tastier than bunnies pound-for-pound
It's been many months since I saw 'Malice'
In fact, she was hard to recognize
There's a faraway look in her bloodshot eyes
She resembles a Michelin man with loads of spare tires
Her blue and white dress is strained at the seams,
Good god she's put on so much weight
It must be so annoying
that she can't slip through the wormhole
to cause havoc with useless debating.
Perhaps, her ego needs deflating
How I'd love to burst her bubble
after she's caused so much trouble.
A runner plagued
by endless thirst,
tried all manner of things
to end the curse.
A camel bag or bottle
slowed his pace.
His yen for simple,
lasting relief, became a race -
Relentless!
Seeing smooth pebbles
in the bed of a stream,
he took a pea-sized one;
stowing it under his tongue.
His saliva flowed;
his thirst was gone, up-aweigh!
Until the bump, the trip;
the slip from tongue -
Breathless!
He slipped away? Or did they take him?
Stranger things have happened, have they not?
Why do I ask so many questions of myself?
Or am I asking questions of him?
I could make statements.
He went off of his own accord.
This is one of his stranger happenings.
I have to ask so many questions.
So, this could be a question.
Or is it a statement?
This is why I ask what I should say.
Am I happier quashing questions?
Is this so? Yet surely not.
They took him. He slipped away.
Did he slip away?
Or did they take him?
(placed 15 Jul 2025)
Before a misty morning mirror
above a half-filled basin
such cold water was I braving
simply to lave my face in
but the coldest cut of all
and it only hurts when I smile
I severely slit myself while
I was busy shaving
but did my frozen fingers fumble
or was it just a rusty razor
which sorely needs replacement
that figured in my defacement
as there were many a slip
'twixt blade and lip
M-any
Y-ears
L-ooked
A-t
F-alling
L-eaves
O-f
R-apid
H-ours,
E-ven
R-emembering
E-ach
D-ay's
E-rased
R-ecent
O-pportunities
©bfa060125
Monocrostic (Birthday of Mylaflor C. Heredero)
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