The day was done and thanks to God
there’d be the itchy task of throwing fragrant hay
into the loft, to ripen and to rest for winter.
The wagon rolled through dusty streets
right through the center of his town,
a friendly wave, and now and then a nod,
a bit of cloud in from the East, perhaps it was
luck of the servant of the land, well-earned.
‘I’m thrilled that I shall never bea friend of lowly vermin.They steal the eggs of busy birdsand live in squalid quarters,use dirty and illegal words,subsist as system rorters.’And, having said this, raised his nose,the odour of surrenderwas coming from a lonely rose,or from a pink lavender.He swooped and landed on the groundand searched for such…
his camel, down and bellowingthe sandstorm was ferocious.So Ali raised his head and bowed,he prayed for quick salvation.His trusted friend ceased bellowing,they both said ‘Allah Akbar’.
and good.That alonemakes himdifferentfrom all creatureswe know
We must protect and serve the kiddoes,just look how many lonely widowssit on a pile of unpaid billswhile taking for the heart five pills.It’s stress caused by the oversightof not remembering to writewhat assets go to whom, what not,it really wasn’t a great lotbut one’s affairs need to be seenas fair, transparent, squeaky clean.Well, to…
You took advantage of me thena wife can do this to her men.You peeked by lifting silken coversas if the time had come for lovers,and early in the morning yeta sign of ageing etiquette?I did acquire as of latea more relaxed but steady state,a lack of juice to sting to actionabdominals and their contraction.I never…
onto this giant podium,in hopes that others mightby reason of sheer numbers,take a look and shed a tear,perhaps you hit a momentin their lives where silence rules,when clutter’s at its lowest pointand altruistic deeds emergein thoughts and then in words.How dare we, how can we hopeto burden others with our sorrow then?Do they not have…
