Miss Soho so
Not mellow
Was boho
Upstairs window
Pants yo-yo
Get lucky
The motto
Rants bellow
Gung ho
Plucky lotto
If in the know
Will bestow
Mucky grotto
For any fellow
Place to go
Get blotto
Neon glow
Carnal show
But do crow
Lost its mojo
Does blow
Miss Soho so
PUTIN AT CROSSROAD
WAR NOT HOW AS SHOULD UNFOLD
NO GAS BEING SOLD
Woes
disrupt
peace of mind.
Who to lean on?
There’s no one to call,
hard swallows make it worse.
Stillness just brings discomfort,
start moving and use that focus!
A thousand tasks talk inside my head,
orbiting around they won’t be rubbed out.
SEPARATIST MESS
CENTURION GROUP DISTRESS
MAKES ME HAPPY YES
Thanksgiving weekend was really sweet.
Time to head on back to college.
Fun's over... think Classes & Homework.
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No sooner than a man says, “I do”
Since that day on he lives to rue.
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I consume to fill a painful, aching emptiness,
My spirit residing in a dark void of an abyss.
I long to be my man's revered empress.
I love harder, more than need to impress.
I despair in my own world full of aether.
Many ways in which I can fall and falter.
I rather be nothing like my mother or father,
But truth is I'm a mix of their worst together.
I silently stay forever at war with ego within,
Hoping for one to give me a different spin.
I rather be better than whom I have been,
But I struggle to be one who'll always win.
I love deeply, madly, truly, so never forget
Once my heart sets on you, I'll never regret
The way I risked my life without any fret,
To find you, and for you, my life I will bet.
Dressing room to try dresses on.
It was a no-go.
Pain was agonizing, excruciating.
To make matter worse -
4 teens in one dressing room,
2 girls, 2 guys.
Can you tell me why
the department store staff doesn’t
handle this and it is as if you
are the complainer, as if
they are doing you a favor.
Then I hear the guys
and their excuses. Oh the pain.
“Honey, it’s not you, but I can’t stay.”
I tell this to my husband, and we’re
on our way. The timing was all off.
I just couldn’t take it. It was psychological.
It was physical. It was too much.
It was pretty much a 9 out of 10,
just before tears. I will try again soon
to find a dress for my cruise.
Doc has spurred me on my way.
Took a month to get in as a new
patient…oh to be that patient!
Once well-intended
morning sun alarmed my rise
voices stirred the field
tasks like steady watering —
enlisted day's living work
Then the old gates closed
the pathway seldom walked choked —
soil forgot the spade
plants shrank back for want of care
petals curled back deep within
Left unattended
the garden grows weeds of woe
memory withers —
branches sag beneath own weight
the reek of neglect lingers
Yet the ground still sighs
waiting for hand to return —
the soil lies furrowed
awaiting seeds cast resown
to sprout green in silent spring
Time to grasp the rake
kneel again between the rows
weed the listless out —
let gardening be mind's cure
for hiatus after frost
As so many shoppers
consistently doing all manner of wrong
fail to return their trolleys
from whence they came to where they belong
it really irks when I leave work
drive my hybrid to the supermarket
circle the car park for what seems hours
and can't find a place to park it
the question may seem odd to some
and yet I have to ask it
why don't those self-same lazy people
do to it what they'd do with a shopping basket
We're going on vacation
Words innocent and pure
Visions of sun and beaches
Are conjured up for sure
The marketers are genius
At portraying family bliss
A carefree family skipping
Through waves not to be missed
But just below the surface
Lurk undertones of woe
The preparations necessary
Belay the surface glow
The focus turns to prepping
The job, the house the yard
The feeding of the pets
The domicile to guard
And then there is the packing
The lists, and lists of lists
And luggage bulging at the seams
I think you get the gist
And finally departure
On crowded roads no less
Who turned off the oven
We fret and try to guess
Perpetual construction
And hours of sitting still
Are we there yet yell the children
It's pure parental hell
So if you didn't need one
When planning this vacay
You certainly do now
I hope it goes your way!
My heart is lost in depth of woes,
While sorrows echo loud.
As tears descend with silent throes~
Beneath a veil of cloud.
In the dark I grope for my lost heart,
But it's slipped beyond my firm grip.
Each tear I shed softens its grave,
And deeper it sinks, out of reach.
My anguish drums a hollow grief,
No hope of joy or smile.
My mind is caged in disbelief—
It may remain awhile.
I need no soothsayer to tell me—
I’m already buried in its depth.
My cries are aches without relief,
And I can’t restrain the tears.
It's far beyond all hope or aid,
I know—so others do.
Though cries may rise and voices fade,
None brings the lost I rue.
Face like a bulldog
She didn't understand "no"
She is the puppet master
Saint Paddy’s Day came and it went.
A gastronomical event.
the food was spot on,
my arteries groan
I’m sorely in need of a stent!
Written: January 10, 2025
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Wenches of Whimsy and Woe
In the world of the fiddled gruntingly,
where micturitions dance,
and arty yawning plurdled gabbleblotchits,
lurgid bees buzz with mordacious glee.
Eardges justle and grumble,
festering infectious organ squealers,
gnawing at the edges excruciatingly,
Intergalactic highways scream,
echoing in their lavish friars.
Gandersalps gleam in the grim groggy gloom
graceful gliding gallant swarupincrafts majestically soar
whoop, wail, wassail wondrous rowan wood
cormulent chitchat flickers like flames
Elevate the mundane,
let foolishness dissolve into the ether,
In the charm of nostalgia, we find the replevy abyss,
Paraprosdokian twists lift us higher.
Triskaidekaphobia slumbers wrapped in jest.
Schadenfreude influences us as
katabatic whispers from the abyss fade away
callipygian figures emerge,
bringing moments of unexpected joy.
Vessels overflowing with dreams,
countehsee the orbs and clusters
while Guinevere gazes, sly and wise,
clipshank the past, whitebootz to come
Here as we meander in whimsical unfolding
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