With soulful eyes he confessed love
in a meadow where the foxglove
grows abundantly and speaks of
endless serenity and bliss~
even though he was flat-footed,
his fair-lady was confuted*
and noble Cupid’s reputed
arrow did miss!
* proven to be false
I have seen I am warrior wing let W.W. fly over me
I have seen Silence is me, I have seen nothing like
Bobby has wings or quiet it’s me or copy me I am Bobby
Originality has lost it’s wings and Silent is not Quiet
Live and learn it’s only a name it’s the meaning behind it
Not in the name
Copying is just a game
Thank goodness for a sun,
the rays that cross the plane!
My office remains melancholy,
a dimness I defend.
Daily I defend this muted light,
thinking it "muse", drinking it blind.
On overcast days, I get away with it;
be it blinds pulled, or curtain down
(rarely both: I'm not an ANIMAL!),
a ray or two may lift the room,
cause a breath, pull me out.
In day, the birds do not distract so.
Outdoor noises are immaterial.
Night of course, is a cause in itself.
At these times, sleep is a mistress
I dare not court, nor think about.
Night draws and draws, she never gives back.
Thank goodness for sun, and a nap on the day.
Earth's elegant axis, Sun's elegant ray.
~TH~ http://wrongwaywriteway.com
Turkey so dry that I can’t speak
Brussel sprouts boiled for a week
Roast potatoes burnt to a crisp
Lumpy gravy
I feel
Sick
Jan Allison
26th October
Inspired by Andrea’s contest but not written for it!
Thank Goodness for Mississippi
By Elton Camp
The reason to like Mississippi we must face
As no other state ever has to be in last place
No matter how bad things at home might get
In Mississippi, they will still be worse yet
If not for gambling, they would be flat broke
But not as long as visiting tourists they choke
But to some folks, living there seems just right
Most especially those who can’t read or write
They can wear overall and eat turnip greens
With side dishes of possum and string beans
When it’s not cold weather and they so choose
Mississippians can go anywhere without shoes
There you can talk with a nasal Southern drawl
And spit tobacco juice while you say, “Y’all”
This could generate an angry response with speed
Except that not many living there are able to read
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