I’d like to thank Ray Whitaker, MasticadoresCanada for publishing my poem, ‘Where do you find the time?’
Thank you 💕
Poetry, writing, drawing, painting and more.
I’d like to thank Ray Whitaker, MasticadoresCanada for publishing my poem, ‘Where do you find the time?’
Thank you 💕
Shh
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If I taped your mouth shut, would you explode?
Would you implode?
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If you were put in a padded room with no one around, would you keep talking?
Squawk, squawk, squawking.
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Why do you talk so much.
It really doesn’t create the personal touch.
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I don’t care.
Shut up if you dare.
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Hours and hours you drone.
Hours and hours I moan.
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Can’t stand it.
Didn’t plan it.
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I don’t care if you know Susie Blue.
I don’t care. Please get a clue.
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Here’s my vision; you in a padded room, in a straight jacket with tape over your mouth.
Just shut up please, before we all head south.
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Steam rolling out your ears.
What? Are those tears?
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All because you can’t speak?
Shut up, sound freak!
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Listen. Be quiet. Don’t talk.
Stop the squawk.
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You are not the most important person in the room.
Shhh, why would you even presume?
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Shh
I’ve been having some issues lately. So I decided to start walking more. Deep sigh. Not enough hours in a day to do all the things I want/need to do.
So yesterday I went walking in my neighborhood. Save gas and time, right? People have dogs but we sure don’t take community mined measures with them. One neighbor had let their dogs out to use the bathroom; no fence, no leash. One of them came running after me. It was a small dog. In the end, no harm. On up the road, this big dog decides that I’m okay, after many sniffs. A random neighbor tells me he’s the neighborhood dog. He roams free. I didn’t go as far as I wanted to go because at the last house on the road, I couldn’t tell if the aggressive dog was tied or not. No fence. So I just turned around. Either go to the park or put a bag of dog treats in my pocket.
Today, I went to the park. It has 2 entrances; one is on the playground side.

The other is on the dog park side.

Your puppies are to be on a leash when they are not in the fenced in area. Only once did I see a park user not have a dog on a leash. When confronted about it got hostile because the dog was old and in their opinion didn’t need to be on a leach. Just follow the rules, 🫣.

I had no idea our park was as big as it is.

It also has a frisbee golf course.

It made me very happy to see people using the course.

There are areas of the park where dogs are not allowed.

No everyone loves my Chico as good as I do.
There are several of these stations around when your puppy has a potty emergency.

And human potty emergencies.

We have a very pretty park.




It made me very happy to see that people and their pets were using the park.

Found 2 more Little Libraries. 😉

The first lap I chose, didn’t bring me to half of my goal. The second lap took me over lap. But I was regretting it long before I made it to my car.
I have included these to links with this post. There is a lot of truth in my writing.

Day after Christmas;
up at 6:30 am, back to work. Gross!
At least it’s sunny.
*A little late in the season 🤭

Yeah! Christmas is here.
Look out, next is a New Year.
What joy. Let’s all cheer.
*A Christmas leftover
It’s raining
It’s pouring
I would like to be snoring.
Go to bed? Yes.
Bump my head? No.
I’ll need to get up in the morning.
8-2-2024
Underpaid and stressed
Files can wait for another day, distressed
Who cares if you have no name
Workers care not, it pays all the same
It’s your problem, not ours
We work for the state, fell sorry for us and buy us flowers
8-1-2024
The scone was a delightful treat from Starbies
It was so delicious it caused her stress to go far-bees
But it came a down pour
And the scone was no more
Poor Unknown did moan
No scone and rain – forlorn
This was the first poem I posted on WordPress/Jetpack. I’m playing with the setting to see how to post it again, Sept. 15, 2022.
Ode to Rain
You encourage the flowers to grow. But then I have to mow.
Blossoms bring forth fragrances sweet. But wait, bees! I scream, running in defeat.
Summer shower, cool a blistered ground. A popcorn shower, I feel like a rat – drown.
Drops bloop on ponds making happy little fishies. Shoes soaked. Toes are icky and squishy.
Birds sing your praises to heaven high. Tacky hair spray, matted to my scalp, I shall have to pry.
Drip from the tip of a leave ever so gently. Did you have to soak me so densely?
Clover feds rabbits young and fun. I could use a towel. Dry me out sun.
Children love all the puddles. Gray days make me sad. I muddle.
Whistling wind is a peaceful sound. I’ll never find my brellie. I bet its 3 streets down.
The pounding on a tin roof is perfect for sleeping. Thunder scares my dog. Leaves me weeping.
Beautiful lighting streaks across a black sky. I pray this anxiety coat my dog will try.
Sleep is my friend. I need it badly. As long as this thunder is around, I will get none sadly.
The End
When I reviewed this on-line, the layouts wrong. Not sure how to fix it.
In April of this year, the Kentucky Arts Council did a KY writers month. Where every day in April the posted a different writers work. It had to be in video format. The author reading their work and under 2 minutes.
7-31-2024
There was once was a man from West Virginia
Who loved to share his opinion
Pickin’ on a girl with no name
What a shame
Hid behind closed doors and a computer screen
How could you be so mean?