Writer's Block, just blocked my thoughts again!
Scratched my scratchy head, with Itchy Pen.
But, no cure can cure a Writer's Rash!
Uninspired, sired "Inspiration Crash!"
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Fear not, doubt's dark whispers,
embrace the testing ground.
We face the same old existential dreads -
the unexpected twist, the vague essay prompt.
Genial birdsong mocked our anxious morning
and squirrels still scampered unconcerned.
“You’re a beautiful bundle of stress,”
I assured Lisa this morning
as I handed her her water bottle.
Witchy Witchy is so twitchy
Her colorful broom is also glitchy
They are a team
on Hallows mean
We see them flying high in the midnight sky
And the children scream “We are going to die!”
But wait, says the cat.
Who knows where it’s at.
She is not that bad, just married to a cad.
Hold up! Yells a small warlock. That is my dad!
So, the fight is on.
To the death, and the cat is gone.
The warlock yells, "Down here Mum!"
And witchy witchy heads south to get herself some
Delicious girls
With dark brown curls.
Ugh! They taste awful! She says to her son.
I know, he replies. But I thought it would be fun.
And the girls reattach the limbs she spit out.
They hurry home to tell everyone about…
Witchy witchy and her broom which was twitchy glitchy.
Ole Twitchy
Ole Twitchy was a healer type,
Who saw the way to make things right
Was a bit of visualizing,
The positive thought, the certainty,
When face he saw of sickly she,
Aorta bulge would shrink, see’d he,
To the doctors consternation,
Thoughts are deeds ,
When you flesh em out,
Begone you doubting weed,
Closed mind of subtle doubt,
is condem-damnation,
yes indeed,.
Our maker creates with his mind,
The dummy healer tries to find,
A way to help the human kind,
A poor copy is his ration,
We are a copy of the maker,
And have weak power of the mind,
Tradition of doubt, keeps us down,
Lest co-creator you will find,
All supplied by the great Creator.
Don Johnson
Twitchy 4 the shudder i get ,
asking in the Lords name, you bet,
seeing him 4 an instant yet,
4 a one second shudder,
neuralgia is blown asunder,
no pain, the now i get,
faith produces wonder,
no pain an no regret :}
ol johnson from downunder...
Twitchy, itchy, scratching, biting,
I sat in the dark,
My phone is ringing off the edge
And my heat is rising up,
Twitchy, itchy, scratching, biting,
It’s my disease and I decided
A long time ago,
The best choices are all on addictions,
Twitchy, itchy, scratching, biting,
In she walks and talks and moves,
The whole world shakes in her wake,
She demands attention,
Twitchy, itchy, scratching, biting,
“Try this on and get me that,
Come on, hop to, hop to,
Out it to the sun, let’s go!”
Twitchy, itchy, scratching, biting,
Misty, sunny, calming, cooling,
Trick my addictions and bring me out into the world
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