Wow! This is me. 🤗 I’d like to thank the team at Chewers by Masticadures for offering to feature my work on their site. A special thanks to Nolcha and Juan.
Category Archives: poetry
Don’t!
Don’t! Step out of your hole. Stay hidden like a mole. ~ Don’t! Try to feel the sun on your face. Always remember your place. ~ Don’t! Emerge to smell the flowers. The sting of a bee will leave the memories sour. ~ Don’t! Try to experience that gentle summer rain. It will only causeContinue reading “Don’t!”
I got up this morning
I got up this morning ~ I got up and made a cup of coffee this morning, when people in my community don’t have power. ~ I got up and fixed breakfast this morning, when people in my community don’t have a home. ~ I got up this morning and hugged my dog, when peopleContinue reading “I got up this morning”
A Thousand Lives
I have lived a thousand lives and soon the world will see what my heart has given in order to make me. The whirlwind in my mind has focused its view. All but one life is blind which makes me very blue. At night when my mind is asleep bits and pieces through my unconsciousContinue reading “A Thousand Lives”
Where do you find the time?
I’d like to thank Ray Whitaker, MasticadoresCanada for publishing my poem, ‘Where do you find the time?’ Thank you 💕
Would you explode?
Shh ~ If I taped your mouth shut, would you explode? Would you implode? ~ If you were put in a padded room with no one around, would you keep talking? Squawk, squawk, squawking. ~ Why do you talk so much. It really doesn’t create the personal touch. ~ I don’t care. Shut up ifContinue reading “Would you explode?”
Up next
Day after Christmas; up at 6:30 am, back to work. Gross! At least it’s sunny. *A little late in the season 🤭
Christmas is here
Yeah! Christmas is here. Look out, next is a New Year. What joy. Let’s all cheer. *A Christmas leftover
New take
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.
Workplace banter; 3
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
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