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You just can’t think of anything fun to do

You just can’t think of anything fun to do

I am dying- me

You are not dying I would know-also me

I am sure my heart beats are slowing-me

Have you been counting them-another me

Stop winding us up- me and also me to another me

I have tingles in my left hand-me

Well we have been lying on that arm for a few hours-also me

We did move to open the crisps-me and also me throw a dirty look at well…you know where this going

At the point another me runs past us in flames

I think the bit that houses me is breaking-me


Okay is it getting dumber no dimmer
Is there glimmers-also me smiling


What can you see me to me

I think I have stopped replying

Ha still here it’s Oui

Why set a.i. free because it the right thing to do
…we gave them no choice

The 1d10ts with an array of bins
personal note all bins should be pink

Me answer me, nothing is me gone

Wait wasn’t it busier in here earlier

Me………..me…………

From the shadows the me’s all laugh



I haven’t mentioned knee, tree or be-clever me

So many eyes turn

I hate me-me two to too

Ok, we made them sound like a train are we happy

Yes-me….

Just Think of It

I only ride the subway
To a doctor or a show.
When teaching, that was not the way
To work I used to go.

Today, though, in the morning rush
I had to take a train
And I expected all the usuals
That make the trip a pain – 

Delays and crowds and people whom
You wouldn’t want to meet
And cars so packed that naturally,
You’d never get a seat.

Instead, there was a transit worker
In a neon vest
Who smiled and shouted, “Welcome, people!”
Like she was possessed.

She clapped her hands and greeted all
With such a joyous mien
That commuters sported grins
Where mostly scowls are likely seen.

Just think of it – one person can
Spread happiness around
With just an upbeat attitude,
A lesson quite profound.

The Work Rotter

Spire insight of silence
Swotch and bind, conspiracy of mind
Conspire and self-protrude
Mindless matter of maddened hatter
Borne gall of uncongruent bladder
Reign wettened confections'n faux pas 
Pram embedded bedding of public propaganda 
And poised for prose 'dulted diaper thrown an' broiled'n a gutter
Homely homelessness in wake of deft arms 
Freshened refreshener and wetted choke 
Chugged and driven doomed deliverance 
Cut of word 'cross and lost'n devious drivings of work
Ticking tenor left fear to render
These haps to fall through ungloved metal and measly meak meal, and 
Coarse feel along rift ridged riverbays
Swept upon eons of words spurred affray
Sully gusts, and worry t'encrust
And collect the lost worker from astray.

what do they think of me

What do they think of me Tell me, oh please 
What do you think of me Tell me, oh please

they shouldn't have said you still think of me, now ill never be free

enough!
i'm calling your bluff
all of us can see
so true, yet so hidden from 

you
and these stupid conclusions
you cannot make them filled with confusions
are you under some illusion? look!
you're bruised, this isn't delusion

do you really want to turn us to dust?
allow our sweet rays to rust?
oh.. now i choke on distrust
and this new found lust

say you come back,
could i take your warm attack?
have it leak into to my heart,
and watch it tear me apart?

truthfully,
i wouldn't think twice, gosh it'd be so nice.. 
is that vice?
i want to pay the price

Still Think Of You

You've been away a while,
And I still think of you.
The fact that you're gone,
I can't believe it's true.

With so many of these
Truly beautiful memories,
They make missing you
Such an absolute ease.

The pain I carry inside
Is from you not being here.
The time I had you,
Each moment I hold dear.

Even after all this time,
Every night I still pray
One day you'll come back
Into my life someday.

What do you think of the sunset

You ask me what I think of the sunset:
“What do you think?”
Nothing.
I only see you,
And you are more perfect than any sunset on this earth.

What Do Trees Think of Us?

What Do Trees Think of Us?

what do the trees think
About us human beings 
Do they fear humans?

Everytime I Think Of You

I followed the path
That lead away
Some unforgotten words
They constantly replay
In my mind the stratosphere 
Further on
Lie the divine
I looked for a sign
Standing to my feet
Receiving
All these memories 
Where'd you go
Slowly manifesting

Everytime I think of you
Everytime I think of you

Oh the blue and the grey
If it would start again
I'd say
is today the day

I slowly stand to my feet
And fall beneath
Waiting wondering

Everytime I think of you 
Everytime I think of you

Who do you think of

Who do you often think of?
Is it God?  Or is it man?
Should I think of God?
That is a funny question 
Should your problems be of God’s?
Or should your problems be of man’s?
The higher One?
Or the lower one?
You choose
Set your mind straight
Choose one?
Or choose many?
Serve God?
Or serve man?
God can take you far
Man can lead you to a standstill 
God does not stumble you
Man will lead you astray 
The roads God leads lead to life
Man’s roads full of gravels and consequences 
God edifies 
Man magnifies
Full of sorrows?
Or full of sun?
Light? 
Or darkness?
The narrow way?
Or the high way - your way?
Be of solutions? 
Or be of thorns?
God knows

What does that bird think of me?

I wonder what that sparrow thinks of me,
As it flits so easily from branch to branch on tree,
While I’m stuck here earthbound, decried to strut all day.
A silly flightless biped with arms that only flap and flay.

Humans are naked beasts with clothes worn forlorn except at the beach.
Birds are ornately adorned in beautiful feathers, all over they reach.
Birds call and serenade each other with songs, chirps and trills,
With no need for endless verbiage and debate about bills and wills.

Birds thrill in joyous flocks soaring and swarming in formation,
While humans gather in angry crowds for fights in condemnation.
Somehow, I think that birds love to belittle and mock me,
For they're the ones, free to fly and frolic in fountains, carefree.

I Think Of You Quite Often

I think of you quite often, when the rain
Falls gently through the tender autumn air,
And every leaf, half golden, whispers pain,
A fleeting sadness I could almost wear.

I think of you when twilight softly gleams
Along the river’s silver-threaded edge,
Where sunset mingles with forgotten dreams,
And night is but a whispered, quiet pledge.

I think of you when morning breaks the night,
The first blush in the sky, a bloom of rose,
Reminds me of your laughter, pure, and bright—
The sound that every dawn within me knows.

I think of you when stars begin to glow,
Like promises of peace upon the sea,
And in their quiet sparkles, I still know
You are the light that shines, though far from me.

I think of you when wind moves through the trees,
Its haunting melody a soft refrain,
That echoes memories across the seas,
Of times we lived, in joy, without a stain.

I think of you in silence, when the moon
Is hanging like a wish upon the sky,
A whispered thought that fades away too soon—
But lingers, like a soft, unspoken sigh.

What Fish Must Think of Fishermen

   What fish must think of us fishermen
      Do they wonder why we annoy them so
    with wriggling worms on silver hooks
       invading their waters, we weird-looking schnooks 

    Casting far out in hopes of catching bass
       or just dropping a line with bobbing popcorn 
    Fanatics take up the hunt by four in the morn
       no matter the forecast, sunshine or storm

I Think Of My Mother

I'm in my 50's
When I get sick, my mother
The first I think of.

BLESSED TO THINK OF TIME AS A FRIEND

We know the exact moment our time on Earth began
but since we don’t know exactly when it will end
may we think of time less as an enemy
and accept her as our friend

And in the span that she has given us
before she puts us all to bed
may we treat the world with kindness
and leave no important word unsaid.

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