THE CROWN JEWELS
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Queen Xena, a squirrel, was a female hoarder beyond measure,
for her crown jewels she surely did treasure.
she hid them in the kingdom’s storage locker
along with the fact that she was a punk rocker
The keys and her reputation were safe, safeguarded by her personal dresser.
Then it came to pass, surely you’ll gasp!
Xena’s jewels were lost, away from her claw-like grasp.
“Oh what’s become of my jewels, I’m coming undone.
I’ll find the perpetrator and shoot him with my pea gun.”
“Who’s the perp?” You just had to ask.
Eyewitnesses said, “The thief wore a black mask, was ‘big clawed.
We seen him scampering about the forest and the royal quad.”
At police headquarters, they wrote their statements
Xena filed an insurance claim, believing in suspect’s escapement.
Later texted her friend, the masked racoon. “No one suspects us of insurance fraud.”
When you throw things into a storage shed
You are spending money on rent every month
Sometimes for years
Finally, you decide to look the stuff over
None of this was anything you should have kept or paid rent on
At one time we had three storage lockers in three states
It took me three weeks to clean them out
What I decided to keep fit into a small purse
Shallow Graves
By: Tom Wright
10-2005
Our memory is a place filled with shallow graves,
where no painful thing can be buried so deep,
that Satan can’t excavate it.
Our memory is like a storage locker,
in that it stores our thoughts,
but allows us to inventory them periodically.
Redacting History
Written: by Tom Wright
5/27/2019
By cultivating falsehoods that we hope will grow,
We omit things from books so others won’t know.
We spin the truth and from our history redact,
Telling lies with frequency until accepted as fact.
But time once lapsed, becomes set hard and fast,
Whether ripe with goodness, or deplorable, its cast.
The past is a storage locker accorded constant recall,
But too many spin the truth in order to enthrall.
Many aren’t content unless they keep the pot stirring,
The changes they’ve made have the truth now blurring.
This new slant on things, future generations will sway,
But spinning the truth won’t make bad things go away.
“It takes two to speak the truth--
One to speak and another to hear”
Henry David Thoreau
Odyssey of The Mind
A Mind is a Storage Locker
Written: by Tom Wright
3/6/2016
Staring from some nook in every mind,
Exists mental images and thoughts of grandness,
And others that probe for meaning,
That God has favored only you to see.
Some gather dust in contentedness,
While others hunger to be loosed;
Once common they exist as public domain,
And are not matters for retrieval.
Today,
Life is not as good as yesterday;
But far better than what it’s apt to be tomorrow.
Tom
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
The memory of a person is established
By the length of shadow cast on earth,
Some shadows remain long after departure,
While others seem to scamper into the grave;
Man is rarely commemorated for two things,
Those not yet started or those left un-finished.
He will be remembered far longer
For contributions made to life’s picnic,
Than for the Doggie bag he toted away.
Yesterday is a storage locker
Containing all of life’s previous endeavors
Tom
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