April had to stay

be that
as it May
in March
June said
that April
had to stay

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