Christmas is over and I can remove my mask,
that smile that hides the me beyond
the ding dong merrily on high can go away
Christmas movies I never liked . . .
the lights were nice I could keep those all year
I had to eat a piece of Aunt Terry's fruitcake
the sweet frosting is still choking me
I pushed the inevitable turkey around my plate
like I am a vegetarian folks...
got another teapot to add to my collection of
teapots from previous years
that's six now . . .
I bet there are many like me who dread Christmas
it brings all my memories back
they come creeping and though once happy
they now make me weep . . .
for they are memories of the life I once had
of the promise of love like a delicate flower
now he is a name engraved
and the baby who never saw the sky
there are scars on my soul
so beyond the happy Christmas joy and cheer
I am weather-stained with years
no mom or dad, no anchor to hold me down
so now I go back to hiding in my flowing hair
like a golden river streaming
and I am lost in a sea of faces
Lost my Nestlé café machine., Black box made
creamy coffee..Quite a dream,
Lost my favorite coffee cups , want to scream.,
Lost my green Puer tea,what's become of me?
Lost my Puer chocolate brown glazed teapots,
Lost my coffee machine ,
Lost my steel electric wok ,
Lost all my clothing,
Lost my mini black .tower computer .Battery died again. So it was thrown out.,
Lost books on math,logic and deep ecology,
Lost the book Galdrabok,
Lost my ritual knifes,gut turning and strife,
Poetry has saved and equalized my life,
Lost all my CD's,
Lost my 4 CD radio player,
Lost my flat,live in a nursering home where am I at?
Lost the ability to walk.
Juggle master kept adding to his shuffle
He is amazing said his cousin Leland Muffle.
Juggling balls, teapots, sandwiches and more.
Almost anything I bring home from the store.
Did he ever juggle guns? I ask. Did he ever juggle a knife?
He juggled a knife once, but he said he’d never do it twice.
He amazes me I said as he juggled cookies and tea cakes.
I wonder if he could juggle a few hoes and garden rakes?
Against all odds
I live to breath-in the daylight
that filters through dark curtains.
The green plant (grown from seed)
is still sleeping.
I forgot what kind it is, it has no name
but against all odds
it flourishes in a dream-like way.
In a dormant room
a laptop is singing quietly to itself.
in a distant land
paws pitter patter over moonbeams.
Stretching out my crooked frame
I once again
see the odds are good enough
to join all those other nameless beings
who populate my life
with ink and echoes.
Dormice scurry around brown teapots.
Jackdaws caw and whistle
looking for something to steal
while we, the innominate,
are not looking.
teapots and teacups,
the aroma of coffee,
and the day's hustle.
Teapots that whistle on chilled Winter morns
Calling the day to begin as it scorns
Wake up you sleepy head, make room for love
Walking to work as the sun shines above
Thinking of happy and thinking of you
I think I’ll paint it and skies will be blue
Tipping my hat to the songbird that sings
Feeling so blessed for so many sweet things
Hot dogs with mustard and friends who stand by
Watching new parents with babies that cry
Stoplights that muster the traffic that flows
Bakeries that summon to follow my nose
Dinners with Mama, then home to my pet
Help me remember and never forget
Life is a blessing though sometimes a pain
Just like a flower, we sometimes need rain
Cuddles and kisses and good books to read
Pillows for dreaming, ideas that are freed
Grateful for love and the goodness it brings
Feeling so blessed for so many sweet things
I saw a Hippopotamus going to the fair,
wearing pink pyjamas with a bow up in his hair,
he was followed by a Zebra who was wearing bright
blue socks,
a Chimp and a Koala bear, wearing matching frocks,
they climbed into the teapots looking quite a sight,
and a little old man spat out his teeth as they gave him quite a fright!
Cats go out then cry to come in.
A runt-end of shade wilts.
We feel the pull of a Lunar tide,
sense the off-center mewing
of a dissonant aria.
Trembling dogs hide their body-bones.
We strain teapots through fish bones,
a clammy light gnaws.
Pale mice scurry on twilight paws.
There will be an end of sorts,
a draining. First, there must be
this haunting glow,
so deep that it will wound
even hedgerow roots.
Until then we must watch
a pall-bearing dusk
depart on crumbling stilts.
Red-breasted songsters.
Overt territorials.
Blatantly jealous.
In springtime true battlers.
Nest in cosy teapots.
Eggs beautiful blue.
Gardeners friend, eating bugs.
Gulpping down worms too.
Bursting with songs full of joy.
Lasting from dawn to past dusk.
Unselfish parents feeding young.
Exceptional gardeners friends!
The square teapot designed like a wood stove
Admired by the delicate painted rose teapot
When his water comes to steam in the alcove
Rose sings soprano harmonizing on the spot
Such a friendship cannot be forgot
Tea
Teapots talking?
Wow
The harmony in tea conversations
The interruption from a lid lift
And the sweet swirl of the packed bags
Testosterone at one lid passing eleven cups.
I love the shape of teapots
Their beautiful bulbous curve
And how they can then brew the brew
That quickly calms your nerve.
I love the simple handle
Colored brown or black or white
And I love the little lid they have
That holds the heat in tight.
I love the steam from the spout
When you fill it to the top
And I love the tons of tea for sale
When you buy them from the shop.
But the biggest thing I love of pots
Occurs after I brew the blend,
It's the cup of tea with cake in hand
And talking with a friend.
Penny dropped circular clocks on carved out emblematic wisdom cones. Be careful if it rains coal dust as radioactive drones, mobile phones, and teapots too could all gather to form lines of imperialism. How rather interesting it is to count the snot flung out of the window. It often lands in a rather interesting pattern do you not think? And waiting for parcels is akin to waiting for a slug or a snail to travel sixteen times down and up a highway. Ok then. Great. Floors fathom first flinging fleeces. And the traditionalism is always at the number two position on a compass compressed clock canister. And one hour forty-five minutes in a pressure cooker is quite often akin to racing up a right angled hill. A salted mist is a skiing zone. Where lots of whales and dolphins play and make snowmen. And a snow go e is neither a pickled onion nor a jester playing a harpsichord. Ok then. That is the latest from the p y q. Z
A cat on a baking tray does not require a lid or a helmet. And driving very fast is good for a fish knife. Laughter omitting from wheeled floating spoons but powerful cutlery drawers can match the detailed senses and avenues of symmetry. Adriatic quantities in kettles, teapots and microwaves. How rather fascinating it is to watch an orb on a bin. When a dust cart has over six hooves it is time to brush. Ho ho ho said a fourteen foot mop bucket with teeth. Grim grin grin then. Hoping horses hurry haven. And so popular is an ideology of a very small beetroot. Dancing in a curry. Fathom not a weather forecast. And believe not the ramblings of scones. Exonerated economic exploitation eases erotically erupted explosions exactly. And a weapon won is akin to a vibrating disco ball . Whoosh then. Whooshing wholeheartedly agree said a cement. Hahahaha love to the known hahahaha matching mattresses' hahaha weaving. Xxxx and dare not mix a bee with a bean. Xxxx denominationally x zzzzzzz. 6%
Kenetic examples of wildlife are enjoyed after sipping green teas. But antelope sway at dusk. So be wary of teapots in tree houses. Gooseberries are often found loitering in desert yachts whilst porcupines are oblivious to sugar beet. Many an octopus are said to be humbled by the wandering lettuce but hieroglyphs are but a portal to mushy peas. A halibut always talks very very very slowly. The clock yawns. The bell grins. Please be aware that very playful ants in hats coats and shirts can cause great havoc in a bistro. Wreaking a great godly view to an unjustified pillar. A suit of armour would be rather ashamed at such antics. So one must gather molluscs for a stew in the lands of the giant amphibians. Dandelions on a bed of corn flour often tell stories of ancient snow clouds while orangutans can bury many coffee beans. Unforgotten is the tirade of the slouching shrimp in a teapot of sponge. And a galvanised pediatrician is not allowed to ponder on a two hundred foot pedestal. Ok. And a misjudged mishap mayhem moving movements monstrously. Hahahaha now eat a donut hahahaha and a toast of course. Xxxx havens heaping have xxxx miscalculation z.
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