The other day I overheard
one alien say to another
The Pope would opt for peace on earth
if he had his druthers
So, in his Easter address to the planet’s nations
he’d be wise to advise ~ every earthling’s deportation
"You know you can't just assume
that people are like you
and take them to places
that you want to go.
No one else wants
to go birding.
You are ruining
my life."
Mouths should come with zippers
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
What makes-mean to whom my solitary,
Who don't face it ,that I encounter,
In every day I die in thousands poetry,
Where who don't care about this shouter.
Wish! I live, die in a moment-mere
That put-on blanket of white-pleasure,
But what the means of this tear
That who haven't weap time-leisure.
Everywhere seek no find,no words,
Express in this I'm feeling solitude,
Interpretion hide in event weirds
Reveal that ,don't care about multitude.
What care about world if this mild,
Live in it,it's my thoughts wild.
I'm thinking there's many
a drinking toast
'Cheers!' 'Cin cin!' '¡Salud!'
'Sláinte!' 'Prost!'
'Here's looking at you!'
or 'Mud in your eye!'
'To health wealth and happiness!'
in Japan it's 'Kanpai'
Hebrew 'L'chaim!' Chinese 'Ganbei!'
Russia 'Na Zdorovie!' Scandinavia 'Skål!'
and 'E ola!' in Hawaii
but was it a member
of the gay persuasion
who first let slip
before a sip slurp or sup
twixt cup and lip
the suggestion 'Bottoms up!'
A girl traces her name on a lotus
wet petal,
black ink finger,
the blossom closes on blank water.
She pockets the air.
Pink sticky notes colonise the mirror:
Poet, Loved by All,
toothpaste specks between her futures.
Each morning she nods at the manifesto fogging under her breath.
The vision board:
a ransom note to the universe.
Magazine scissors,
glossy mouths smiling,
glue stick still uncapped.
She walks through doorways as if hinges are already singing,
her shoulder angled for the width of yes.
At night,
the lotus opens anyway moonlit,
empty,
holding nothing but its own white throat.
Attended a garden party
full of fun
from dusk 'til dawn
filled with laughter
next door on the lawn
awoke the morning after
the night before
arose to wash
my hands and face
packed my bag
just in case
all was quiet
around the house
nothing heard
not even the spouse
what now where next
who really knows
always the eternal question
allow me now to propose
I'm open to suggestion
Just how could no one, not understand this
Why is the world so full of uncaring greeds
Will we ever realise the earth more than this
It can always provide everyone's own needs
What we leave behind tomorrow is our choice
Sharing the earth bounty should be the choice
Was there ever a reason to steal this land
There's too much that no one needs to own
To take everything, then leave a barren land
Leaving behind a place where's nothing grown
It's time to stop this sense of needless greed
Nothing, worse wasting more than you need
passing from the back-pointless posession *
* based on my active & close knowledge of 80+ years
My young blind date thought he was hilarious
His antics were corny, ridiculously overdone and nefarious
Mother thought he was charmingly gregarious.
Why don’t you date him? Suggested Uncle Darius.
Longing for the taste of maple,
New England's sweet and tasty staple?
I am here to kindly mention
considering the Belgian invention.
Take a pancake: for heaven's sake,
it makes your syrup form a lake.
The solution really is so simple.
Fill your flapjack up with dimples.
Wouldn't it be truly awful
to have no dimples in your waffle?
Hey.' this about more than a storm in a tea-cup.'
I think it merits, we all give them a look up.'
Dane Wiggington's been digging, into actions
I find quite un-forgiving, into storm cycle gyration
That can strike upon Nations.' Visting disaster
Maybe being vigilant now.? Will defend against
A real bad climate here-after.?
Everyone thought we were more than bros,
But really we're hopeless hoes.
Turkeys' Thanksgiving Suggestions
A month before the thanksgiving party,
All turkeys met in their community
To plan how to stop people,
Cooking them as foods for all,
For there are other fowls in their county.
Mr. Gobble had a smart suggestion
To have them ducks’ and chicken’s rotation,
Everybody then wore wigs,
Imitated sounds of pigs,
But they forgot to hide tails' expansions.
Freedom
In the story
Is sought..
But seemingly
Stories confine..
Although a shift
Suggesting freedom
May occur with
The notice of
A story as story...
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