be that
as it May
in March
June said
that April
had to stay
Blog
Eggs dancing
rhythmically
jiving
to increasing heat
my eggs dance around
in boiling water
without legs
nor cold feet
My dna
unwanted chains
impaired by strings
of twisted cells
and all it brings
good and evil
do their duty
mixed dark and light
entwined with beauty
my dna
can’t go away
inherited
is here to stay…
I’ve grown accustomed to you
every second
every minute
every hour
every day
every week
every month
every year
every decade
every moment
every emotion
every notion
every strife
I’ve learned to cope with you
my dear friend
I’ve grown accustomed to you
life
Comment clan
can I join
your comment clan?
I will be your biggest fan!
only nice things I shall write;
nothing critical
if that’s alright…
Oh Valentine
Oh Valentine
Oh Valentine,
give me love
plus 20 million
and I shall
proudly
call thee
mine
Stride
regarding my eventful stride
in the garden of perception
I ponder
and wonder
how I ended up
down yonder
believing fate
would caress my inner
conspicuous alteration
of thoughtful contemplation
that opens
and shuts shutters
of my ever vivid imagination
New Year’s resolution
New Year’s
resolution,
mere guilt
intrusion
every year
the same
conclusion
Santa Clause
believe in me
and be good
it’s in my clause
it’s understood
In peace
if we hope to rest in peace
we should try to live in peace
Witty word: Sweatheart
Definition for sweatheart
/ swet-hahrt /
Noun
1 either of a pair of lovers in relation to the other whereby one or both smell(s) of BO.
2 an affectionate or familiar term of address when hinting someone needs a shower:
“Hello sweathard, I can tell you’ve been to the gym”.
Informal.
a smelly friendly person.
Origin of sweatheart:
2021; poetpas; Modern English, based on late Middle English
December
Haleydrewthis – drawing by Haley Weaver
You need hands
You need hands to hold someone you care for
You need hands to show that you’re sincere
When you fear nobody wants to know you
You need hands to brush away the tears
When you hold the brand new baby
You need tender hands to guide them on their way
You need hands to thank the Lord for living
And forgiving us this day
You need hands to show the world you’re happy
And you need hands when you have to stop the bus
But the hands we love so dear
Are the hands we love to hear
Are the hands that You give to us
Everybody holds the hands that You give to us
Hold on, I don’t believe it, fantastic, that’s so wonderful
~Malcolm McLarren – Sex Pistols
Always
always
all ways
all days
a maze
of time
all days
all ways
always
Facial recognition
Who needs nurseries
Then we get inspired
we wait
we wait
we wait
and wait
we wait
until we’re tired
when we let go
and walk away
then
we get inspired
At least at last
at least
at last
the present
quickly turns
into the past
Nothing gets past us
nothing gets past us…
except the future
Something to be said
when you always have something
to say about something
there is a lot is to be said
for something to say