Raindrops on my cheeks, tap dancing,
hit my face before off they're glancing,
to here and over there.
The damn things
just frizz up my hair.
Raindrops like to do the foxtrot.
Six-point landings, splash and whatnot,
on my nose and in my eyes,
they sometimes come
as a surprise.
Raindrops interrupt the sun
in case its having too much fun.
It likes to come, only to go,
it's just an April shower
you know.
n Earnest's evocative Emporium
there's odds ends a whatnot or two
or they can do a brickbat
novelty knick-knack bugaboo
all nice and bright as a button
altho' they're twice as kitsch
odd oddments and sodments
curious curios contained in a niche
as well as folderol and bric-a-brac
brought from across the border
but the house specialty is really
antiques made to order
A loser til you’re not.
Not a loser, a hotshot.
Keep on climbing
past wings and whatnot.
Looking down at your past;
can’t bypass your sins.
However, newfallen snow
will cover them; do not
cover them up; reminders
of the valley you dug
all by yourself; together
there is a you’ll-make-it.
Joy lets you taste manna
falling onto your tongue
and the juice of the grape
without distillation -
body and blood;
you’re a newborn babe.
When the trumpet sounds
you will not fall.
You’ll see the risen son
and thank God, and thank God.
When is it going to be sunny again?
It's been cloudy for the past couple of weeks.
All grey and stuff.
Yknow I keep waiting for there to be a bunch of storms,
With all the thunder, and lightning and whatnot, but...
It's just been...grey.
It's not like the sun is gone;
Scientifically it can't go anywhere,
I know that.
Away at night, maybe, but it still exists.
Hiding.
Sometimes a little patch will poke through.
Just saying "Hey I'm still here!!", yknow.
"Don't forget me!!"
It's so easy to forget though.
Cause it's been cloudy for so long.
And sometimes I think I'm all alone;
That it's just me under this sky.
But I know everyone on campus looks up to the same clouds.
The same grey field.
I really miss the sunshine.
We would be getting married tomorrow.
If only December me knew what I know.
I would have put more thought into that
And realized I needed glossy, not matte.
Has my body forgotten your touch,
And my heart, that adrenaline rush?
Has my mind moved on from the distrust
From what always felt less want than must?
The thing we had was fun and free
But I think you lost you, and I lost me.
Now we’re finding ourselves out again
Taking time to find what we didn’t know then
And I could finally wake up and feel peace without you here
When I realized how long you had stopped wanting me near.
I’m relieved that we aren’t tying the knot;
It was never meant to be, and whatnot.
So tomorrow I think I’ll remember who I was
And be grateful for who I am with applause
There’s only One who deserves the credit
For the woman I am because of your exit.
I hope that you’re healing and doing well.
Hearts are resilient, our love gone like we never fell.
The wheels fell off my thingamajig
as a thingy
came loose in the whachamacallit
or perhaps it was the doodad
on the wotsit
which was the cause to stall it
and it'll take a few odds 'n' sods
plus a new doodah
and some hoo-ha
to make the gizmo
or doohickey
go again so
not to take the mickey
but prep the whole whoop-de-do
to look like new
I'll probably plop
for purchasing the gubbins
or bits and bobs
in a thingamabob
shop
and possibly more
at a whatnot
store
Westward wanderlust,
Wagon waltzes with Winter wine,
White watercolor walleye, windy-wallop.
Wading where wafers wage war,
Where warmth wanes without warning.
Wary whispers; weather will weather, whatnot.
Today's Mother's Day Cafe closed, I scream.
Going bonkers place to place wheelchair bound.
To irked to do whatnot I let off steam ,
Saturday, same crap. I wheelchair around.
Last week Cafe closed 3 days,no daydream.
Ice water and popcorn ,diet not sound
Times like this I do not know what to do
I feel put off on I surely feel screwed.
Nothing is
Nothing
But
Is that nothing?
Search might
End...
The utter
Simplicity of
Nothing..
That's it..
Unknowing...
There is a
Not in everything
Not makes
Appearances
All is whatnot...
Apathy meets and coldly cells and rounds me,
A warm smile ills none than shape perfect eights,
Abrupt shadows the wall chilled seemingly unmoved,
Bold shades lightly now a pool of brightness forming,
Basking moments restyling event the wholeness takes,
Bound to its duty to make a welcoming change so smooth,
Cast away those hours that forced your eyes shut,
Claim and conquer the juncture be the consequence makes,
Comes the time for eyes to feel the fullness of hospitable soothe,
Do justice to this righteous morning and fulfill your destiny whatnot,
Improved.
Midnight boom town streets have this allure
imagining an uncanny venture
eavesdrop veil surround but dark as coal
how I love my after hours stroll
Secret worlds unfold their impish plot
mesmerised entanglement a tiered whatnot
black crush velvet sky we must extol
how I love my after hours stroll
Gilt fantasies that float across each lane way
fluorescent gremlin from some ghostly parking bay
gust on salt ice pier might buttonhole
how I love my after hours stroll
Snow clad mall whistler gaffe prone
while wandering the ink hue urban zone
a chapter lift and snatch from begging bowl
how I love my after hours stroll
Traffic signals stellar stoic stance
heartbeat of nocturnal moonlight dance
frozen digit signage reeks of twinkling North Pole
how I love my after hours stroll
I've said it before,
But it seems you didn't understand,
So I showed you once more,
As I gently took your hand.
I won't speak in riddles,
Or try to guess what's possible,
My arms are open, my heart is liable.
The cost of knowing the truth,
Is the pain that it may bring,
But if I don't have you,
If I can't hold you,
I'm lost in everything.
Lost in the midst of the rain,
My pain increases,
As it taps its sad refrain,
It's hard to accept that all I do
Won't make you see me as I see you.
This is a fact that is plain,
And I'm sorry for it,
That all I am is sad and whatnot
For I am,
The man who is not.
Tired of being nice
Tired of being taken for granted
They say do something good
Forgotten and unappreciated
Do something bad
They almost got it printed
What's good in doing good when it doesn't seem right
It's not about self-gain and whatnot
Just saying that one bad thing done, makes the million good things done wasted
So tell me, what's good in being that good
Talents, Intelligence, they all come with a great price
People support when you are beneficial
They congratulate, celebrate - not a single dot and shadow were there in tribulations
Its not about playing nice to please them
Sometimes we are just too much tired
To feel used, underappreciated, and taken for granted
Let alone be the bad guy when you make mistakes
Sometimes please consider that we are not AI's and generated machines
For once and all
We're human beings
Nov. 7, 2022
She had nothing to gain
This is my only shot
Dance through the pain
It wasn’t my fault she didn’t have a main
Role. She wanted to see me distraught
She had nothing to gain
I can see her trying to feign
Support by smiling and whatnot
Dance through the pain
She waited to complain
Until I was in earshot
She had nothing to gain
The tears began to flow down my face like rain
Her words intruding my every thought
Dance through the pain
She’s jealous, get it out of your brain
They told me, but I cannot
She had nothing to gain
Dance through the pain
Uncharted seas
they are sailing in
time and again
along lines of flight
they defy surveillance
and smuggle
their clandestine dreams
braving
propaganda
indoctrination
derision
oppression
and whatnot
They elude despair
and evade the smear
of the myriad accusations
hailing them
each time they dare
to word their needs
and speak their hearts
infantilism
immaturity
ignorance
irrationality
greediness
disloyalty
lovers of anarchy
and whatnot
Those unseen
whose eyes
are riveted on
tolerance
equality
justice
equity
and whatnot
they will never
give themselves up
to that old mantra
once bitten, twice shy
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