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”
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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?”
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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
Workplace banter; 2
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
Ode to Rain
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, coolContinue reading “Ode to Rain”
Workplace banter; 1
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?
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