Category Laughter
Nothing Doing
We are taught we should know aught That means we ought to study naught No, that is truth, or so I have thought But I don’t believe it’s what we sought I’ve thought it cannot do what it ought Since aught + naught = naught – aught
Until
I wander A house Known As if my own Wondering, pondering Past interactions Missed opportunities Arguments Confrontations Love Laughter Anger Sorrow Could have been Might have been Other than it was Other than A tragic dénouement A single Word Missed Cue Lost Feeling Reaction Action Blank look Angry glare Beady-eyed stare Chance mislaid Never noticed […]
Now
Words, for me, wind down My art draws me, to paint All my words, all the words Any language, form, intent Incomplete to curry change Still I grasp I’ll persist, scribbling Verses, essays, stories, more Offering vision, being, truth My truth, which the universe Fills or drains, ebbs or flows Seeking Creating courses high to […]
Talking to Others, Talking to Myself
Who do you like to talk to most What do you like to talk about Do you listen or brag and boast Are you confident, full of doubt Do you prove the gracious host Hassle your guest, yell and shout Do you try, or only merely coast Dominate and make others pout Chatter, jabber talk […]
Cause and Effect
I am sitting outside at a table to eat Waiting for those I’ll meet and greet They’ll bring my lunch, ain’t that neat Because, after that, I will be able to eat
No Doubt
No doubt, I’m quite certain More difficult than comedy Comedy, I am told, is hard To see behind the curtain Know your future homily Try, draw the winning card
Bookie
The sign simply said Books, I sighed In the distance, books what I espied Below it, sat a smaller sign with more A-J books may be found on this floor K-Z would be found only up the stairs The way I drooled, I garnered stares
Where You Find It
Creative venues, I’ve sometimes said, inspire Me, to there create, ignite a spark of living fire Whether this expresses me as a saint or a liar From mud pies, imaginary games, till I expire Yet, mud pies return to earth and man to dust If drawn to a monk’s meditation or carnal lust
Recently
Recently, I heard it said Out of body life our lot Though, you say it’s not We oft live in our head
Bet It Ain’t So
Please, breathe deeply and let it all go Why worry about how little you know? Sit back and relax and go with the flow Like you are buried neck-deep in snow Unless you’re loaded, rolling in dough You don’t count, case you don’t know Wage-slaves, drones held down below Have a drink, toke, a nose […]
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