Three wishes? Oh, let's see -
how about immortality?
Hmm, that sounds good. However,
I think it would take forever.
Have to win this race
I'm losing face at a pace
Running out of breath
I've got a peace plan
I'll come first and you second
It sounds good to me
Do you not agree
Should not have started this war
Back to where we were
My Morning with Tim 48
Kevin Davis 2024
Each morning I watch Tim, my dog, awaken.
He tends to his needs—water, food, a step outside.
Then he moves about, bumping into chairs,
yet always calm, always cheerful, never shaken.
He searches, finds, then comes for a rub,
my voice calling his name, a treat in my hand.
For a while he stays close, then roams again,
returning to sniff what’s left, as if he truly sees.
He sits, awaiting the brush of my hand,
sniffs the treat at his feet,
then lies down proudly to accept both reward and touch.
Such is our morning routine:
Tim to nap by my feet,
I to sip coffee, switch on my computer,
and let the day begin its gentle climb.
These are our retired days, peaceful and slow,.
“Hey, let’s go out!”
And I reply with a smile, “Okay, where to?
And breakfast? I’ve got toast and coffee on.”
“That sounds good,” she says. “Come in, we’ll decide.”
So, I rise, happily shifting my mood,
ready to step into the day with my bride.
Rainbow girl! They told the young harried couple of a new born babe
She’s the best babysitter we have ever hired, down here in the shade.
If you have a mess, she will clean it up while your baby sleeps soundly.
Wait until you have her, her talents will completely astound thee.
Rainbow girl grabbed their baby out of their arms and said
Go have some fun, while I put this little darling to bed
They did not have time to tell her about the colic, she treated them mean
But when they returned their baby was asleep, and their house was clean
Let’s have her every night, the tired mother said to the dad
Sounds good to me, he said, ready to have more fun than the pad
Rainbow girl was booked up years in advance, maybe twenty-two
The fact they had gotten her to come at all was a bit of a coup
Fighting fire with gasoline
Splitting towns to rubble bits
Heroes keep doing their thing
In full knowledge it’s not worth it
Living only by submission
For the money they can’t spend
Dying by warlords decisions
This I fail to understand
Hostages of mortal hate
They’ve no peace in their souls
Bet they can’t negotiate
Yet they do perform their roles
Whom do they deceive, I wonder
Why this utter shame we see?
Does humanity go under
Back to tribal pedigree?
Love, no one will carve our names
No pillar stands for the unwise
We’re not joining the insane
Nation-minded, country-sized
It’s absurd to fight and fuss
No excuse sounds good enough
Cursed or hallowed, they’re not us
Either we’re not them, my love.
when I grow up, I’ll be a chef
sounds good What will you make?
I am a connoisseur of spider web soup, she told me
I do my best to not overreact
Any other delicacies?
I will make spider web bread and spider web muffins
Will you feature anything else on your menu?
Maybe spider web tea
What has inspired your menu? I asked her
I love spider webs, she tells me
Open a can of poetry soup
empty it in a pot with a scoop
Warm and pour into a bowl
stir the broth till the letters show
Are there words that rhyme
thoughts and phrases in time
Add hot sauce to spice it up
and with a spoon eat it sup by sup
Now in your head the poetry goes
another cup of soup and poetry flows
Onto to paper a poem begins
a can of poetry soup is a poets friend
Got it written sounds good
post it quickly as you should
Nothing feels great as a poem well done
A can of poetry soup where the poem begun.
what sounds good isn’t always good
the tunes,the beat, the rhythm
all could be the work of the enemy
guard your heart by what you listen to
by what goes into your mind, body, and soul
dont let it influence what you do ..
but change your ways by being made new!
“Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.”
? William Shakespeare Macbeth The Witches brew
I’m hungry, sounds good to me~ I sure hope it’s gluten and dairy free
Dr Bay reinstated but hey.' Did he commit some crime?
Is that on our minds.? Well he had argued for medical
Discretion in the matter of that dratted injection.' A body
Known as A H P R A not in government ranks.' Acted real
Ilegal just slapping in bans, hounding and harrasing good
Practitioners who showed any impartiality ! And their hubris arose, they banned coreners from publishing results
Of deaths..' no stoop was too lowley, no remorse no
Regret, yet now have lost a court ruling Dr Bay is now free
To discourse to warn others, this sounds good to me.'
Day dawns, noon deepens to eve merging in night to decay.
Cries of domestic chores, squabble of city life to arise
Nasty noises of vexing vehicles running always hasty.
Creaking of wheels, blowing horns turns law-breaking.
Kids play, make noise, shout on joy which each parent needs.
Run on days to cope with busy noisy life but have fun.
Loud you are, bold to shout as life will sound.
' Crowd yells’: Either avoid or be a part being smart and proud.
Arrogance sounds good on shouting day of nuisance.
Fight in marital clash on noisy day gets cooled on calm night.
Observe days full of noises to meet silent night with love.
Sounds of day ceaseless run knowing absolute no specific bound.
Amplitude of loud sound at last to fade out reaching street of solitude.
The dishes can wait, they have waited before,
All my work problems, I’ll simply ignore.
The email pings call, they too can wait,
For I'm on my break, to procrastinate.
I’ll slouch in the couch, maybe stare at the sky,
Watch clouds drift by, as day's cares pass by.
My brain is in neutral, my worries on pause,
I’m doing my best to never show cause.
With coffee in hand, I’ll stare at the wall,
Pretending I’m thinking deeply, pondering on it all.
The world can wait, it won’t implode,
While I forsake my workaholic mode.
Stuff the to-do list? Do nothing at all, that's the go!
The churning of tasks is set to real, real slow.
A nap sounds good! Perhaps a little snooze!
I’ll wake refreshed, with nothing more to lose.
So I'm clocked off for now, I'm just taking five.
If you call me in, with can't-wait excuse, to contrive
My break will become ten, even twenty-five I'll yen.
Perhaps I'll take the whole day off, once and over again.
So here I sit, without a care,
Switched-off in my comfy chair.
Learning the art of taking a break
Goodness gracious! Am I still awake?
She left me.
I’m getting groceries by myself.
I don’t like it, but I don’t like to starve.
Announcements make me jump.
I want to leave, but need to survive.
My therapist is out of the office.
Trust me, I called.
Candy sounds good.
I forget the olive oil.
And the chicken.
But I guess I’ll live.
My therapist is out of the office.
Still, she’s in my head.
She cares a lot so she gets in my head.
I’m alone in my house.
There’s nothing in the fridge.
I lie on the floor.
I tried.
My therapist is out of the office.
Welcome to gnome village
where the lemonade is free
and the inhabitants want to feed you cookies
Sounds good to me, I agreed.
Where do I sleep?
Who takes me in?
You are a giant, one of the gnomes told me.
Don’t push your welcome.
She’s driving safely.
While I’m tapping furiously.
“Fast food near me.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
An idea! An idea.
Scrolling.
That sounds good…
Red light, green light, yellow light.
She’ll eat anything.
Except what is in this three mile radius.
My eyes are strained from my phone.
As hers are from driving.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A car honks, and I look up.
I see a bright sign to our left.
I put my phone away.
And point to the restaurant.
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