I remember crying in that washroom stall.
After they broke down my strongest wall.
They read aloud my crush in my journal.
Made me so embarrassed without console.
I remember dying a little on the inside:
Every single time my circuits would override.
They, my family, would save me everytime.
Made me all the more grateful for their time.
I remember how every funeral made me feel.
Over time I come to know death isn't real.
They watch over all of us for a while,
Until they must be reborn phoenix-style.
I remember seeing a shadow of a hat man.
Though I was scared back then,
I look back, and consider him an old friend.
Maybe I'll go as a shadowkin in the end.
A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance
to your steps, as you walk the tightrope of life.
Quote By William Arthur Ward
We were young and filled with responsibilities
new to town, married and in our early twenties
My husband needed surgery and I didn't drive
with two small kids I had to find a way to jive
When I got to the hospital I bought him a souvenir
one big fury ape with a grin that said, "I'm here! "
He wasn't in bed so I put the ape in bed instead
a nurse came in, she almost fell over with dread
He came out of the washroom and found it there
when it comes to humor we make quite a pair
He soon recovered and the ape came live with us
I took driving lessons, now I don't take the bus
This is a true story of how I used humor to cope
years have come and gone still I climb the slope
Using humor in a crisis can surely help my dear,
it can ease the soul and help you when you fear.
Shadow Games
While my back was turned, you slipped into the store,
Went to the washroom, then out once more.
You could’ve retraced your steps, stayed out of sight,
But you leapt the chain—made sure I’d catch the sight.
You lingered at the door, a ghostly trace,
A fading whisper with a hollow face.
What brought you here to haunt my day?
A question that simply won’t fade away.
You played your part, a fleeting flame,
Four months of warmth then cold with blame.
Your caring ways was merely a disguise,
Before you cut me down with an icy goodbye.
You turned to ink, your spite set free,
Penned your poison for all to see.
An “OLEFOWL from Penal,” you bitterly said,
Twisting words, calling me ugly instead.
You mocked my name, spoke of wood,
Called me mad—just as you would.
You whispered lies about me to my relative
using venomous word dripping with fear.
You’ll read these lines, I know you will,
Clinging to your shattered thrill.
Your fractured mind deflects your pain—
Blaming me while chaos still remains.
written by mjm 2025/march
When I bring home a deer...
to live in our living room, my roommate
won't hear of it. Fear of what? I will ask.
He has no horns. He eats only oats, but
not yours only; I bought him some food.
He's not even hairy. I'm not even sorry
I brought him home. He'll sleep with me
on the floor of the washroom. I'll wash
him down with a hose and a broom.
I suppose you think there's no room
for a deer without antlers (as dear
as he is). What do you want? I should
bring home a goat?
Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs
When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss
Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat mush and ground junk
My teeth are all gone, can't chew anymore
Things go down whole, my tummy gets sore
So such is the life of this senior type dude
Head for the washroom, each time I eat food
Food disappears like famous greased lightning
Or I sit there for hours, really quite frightening
Irregularity's my name, I'm “IRREG” for short
Hope an operation, I don't have to resort
An artificial esophagus transplanted in me
So I can go regular like it once used to be
Oh for the days when I could eat all that junk
Those days are gone, who woulda thunk
That one day I'd be eating my morning cereal
Laced with Metamucil or some such material!
Strands of hairs on floors galore,
Papers and rags strewn over the tables,
Clothes on the sofa seats,hung on the chairs,
Cobwebs and spiders on the ceilings and walls,
Moldy food and vegetables in the kitchen,
Odors emanating from the washroom,
Cars dusty,air inside impure,
Courtyards and surroundings unkempt for days,
Garbage from the house dumped at the roadside,
Thrown on the drains, rills and rivers,
Perfumes and beauty products everywhere
It was a fine porcelain washroom art,
ravaging time broke the pieces apart.
Water from faucet still flows,
clings to smashed frame of friend close,
just like I hold with tears my broken heart.
Suddenly aroma of sweet shisha flew from across the room,
As I walk out of hot-boxed washroom, and into the living room,
I see love of my life in a chair far across the room.
Dear Curious Youth
And inquisitive Sleuth
I present to you a quandary
A baffling report
An enigma of sort
Whenever I do my laundry
It’s quite odd enough
That some certain stuff
Go missing before I’m through
Between warm, rinse and cold
Sort, hang and fold
I find one sock instead of two.
Despite diligent seeking
Specifically speaking
And searching high and low
And just to be clear
I have no idea
Where the missing sock might go
So I’m left empty handed
Or single-sock stranded
And am leaving you in charge
So you my dear friend
May soon apprehend
This sock-napping culprit at large
I must soon leave this place
And commence my next case
Please continue with my query
But before I go
You ought to know
I’ve formulated a theory
Just thinking this through
And an evidence review
Consider this please, I beg
It’s rough and brief
But the brazen thief
Might only have one leg!
Be smart and reflective
My washroom detective
It’s now entirely up to you
To determine the fate
Of this Laundry-gate
Your Good Friend,
Nancy Drew
Everything was pink for Zee when she was a child
Hot pink, light pink, medium pink, nothing blah or mild
Pink bed, pink pillow, pink closet, pink clothes, pink doll
If it was not pink, Zee simply did not want it at all
Imagine our shock when she joined the military at eighteen
Our princess was now a soldier, which was quite unforeseen.
She trained to be all black and white, there was no pink or gray.
We watched her boot camp video, laughing our guts away.
Zee got a corporate job, and rose straight to the top.
Her career was the best, it seemed her success would never stop.
What about pink? We wondered. Where is the pink now?
In her corporate washroom we found a pink toilet, it was a wow.
Not only pink, but shaped like an enormous kitty too.
You cannot leave yet we’d say; you have to use the loo.
Our daughter would roll her eyes, thinking we were crazy.
But we all wanted to see the toilet, designed by our Zee.
Everything was pink for Zee when she was a child
Hot pink, light pink, medium pink, nothing blah or mild
Pink bed, pink pillow, pink closet, pink clothes, pink doll
If it was not pink, Zee simply did not want it at all
Imagine our shock when she joined the military at eighteen
Our princess was now a soldier, which was quite unforeseen.
She trained to be all black and white, there was no pink or gray.
We watched her boot camp video, laughing our guts away.
Zee got a corporate job, and rose straight to the top.
Her career was the best, it seemed her success would never stop.
What about pink? We wondered. Where is the pink now?
In her corporate washroom we found a pink toilet, it was a wow.
Not only pink, but shaped like an enormous kitty too.
You cannot leave yet we’d say; you have to use the loo.
Our daughter would roll her eyes, thinking we were crazy.
But we all wanted to see the toilet, designed by our Zee.
I don't dream anymore
I am ugly without you.
I don't live anymore.
I am incomplete without you.
I am lonely
Like when my mother used to go out
When I was little child.
My life stopped when you were leaving me
I don't live anymore.
I am unhappy.
Perfectly not fine.
Your love is killing me slowly
And if it goes on like this
I would die alone
Like an orphan
In the washroom.
I sit accompanied by my despair
Can't feel anything past seven.
Echoing through my heart
Your name, your name.
And I cried, I shouted
Don't go away please, please.
Supari type thugs often use spy gadgets,audio bugs and hidden cameras to record audio and video.Spy gadgets are available in the shape of internet modem,usb device,mobile charger,energy saver,switch socket,Lcd,TV, trolley, Writing Pen,Ladies Purse,Suit Button,Hand watch,Head Cap,AC,Glasses,flower pot,cloth hanger and washroom mirror.Spy gadgets need electricity to work and that is why they are often attached with internet and telecommunication devices.
Spy gadgets are planted in the Lounge,home,office,guest house and hotel rooms.
Note.Grow up Dude no dues are Left...
Fear of death shadows me like clouds of rain.
When fiercely I indulge in deeds so worth;
Like fountains brim-fill within ceaseless pain,
With grim queries: What's life? Why is this birth?
My mother went, like bloom-fades, with no sound,
I saw, so roughly, my father's goal end;
My kids too, like dead butterflies, I found,
It's, hence, I fear death; He is not my friend...!
Will he knock me down when I freely walk?
Will he chock my breath when I have a snack?
Will my veneered washroom witness his shock?
Or, all these, like volcanoes, wisdom crack?
Midst these, I sow; harvest: gather, in vain,
Fear of death shadows me like clouds of rain.
12 May
Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
my friend is thorough
doing things he has his way…
praise is what he wants
He is a perfectionist, not a crack,
each night before starting to stride the track
he enters the washroom
to diligently groom,
returns to find his wife has hit the sack.
he has turned into narcissus, carrying his marriage on the rocks
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January 30, 2022
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Contest : Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku
Sponsored By : Charles Messina
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