This was their sympathy? Placing me in the night sky for eternity? ~ Canis Major and Canis Minor my only companions. Feelings akin to abandon. ~ Denied my Merope, not from above. Blinded for my love. ~ Accused, Artemis for trying to rape her. Hunters we were. ~ Apollo’s jealousy over Artemis’, What a fuss?Continue reading “The hunter; part 2”
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Behold!
I am so glad you said you were in a silly mood earlier today. I bit it not to make the cheese say: ~ ‘Found us, you did. Hunger pains you want to rid. ~ Eat us up in a salad. Much needed flavor. Your taste buds ballad. ~ Your mouth salivated. At our delightfulContinue reading “Behold!”
Angry cow: a haiku
Negative
I can say with the upmost honesty, I’m thrilled at the negativity. ~ Happy you are finally gone. Happy from my body you have been thrown. ~ Bye, bye Covid. You took away my novid. ~ Days I stayed held up in the house. Days I wasn’t quite as a mouse. ~ But you’ve gone.Continue reading “Negative”
The Hunter
Circles in my life: a haiku
Few circles contain truer quality that my circle of love ones. Monday Poetry Prompt: Circle, Few, Quality | Living Poetry
Bring me spring
Jealous, I am of your pretty weather. Thick rain keeps me to my chair tethered. ~ Cold temps are a drag. Mama on t.v., not to brag. ~ Planning vacation with fam-ends. Eatin’ chicken livers for din. ~ Homemade fudge and a diet Mt. Dew. Not too bad. Spew sky, spew. ~ *Bois d’ arcContinue reading “Bring me spring”
Greedy song bird
Listen to me exercise my voice. As I rise above the chorus. ~ Higher and higher I rise. Seeking a greater prize. ~ A bird song I can display. You cannot catch me for your cage. Higher and higher I rise. Ready to turn the page. ~ http://livingpoetry.net/2024/01/29/january-musical-prompt/
But I’m not him… ?!
I am who I am. There’s nothing wrong with me. Take me as I am. Or don’t take me at all. I’d rather be alone in my castle, than to share a hovel with you. I am perfect. I am. I….. You come to my way of thinking. Screw meeting in the middle. Compromise isContinue reading “But I’m not him… ?!”
Waste not. Want not: gloves
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living.
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