as my Dad used to say
do not waste your dismay
on the members of Pollyanna.
Similar Posts
I am aware that
a bit too much.Perhaps it isjust little me,so out-of-linethat I am pastall shame now,no embarrassmentcan get to meonly priorities,so look at thiswith a small dabof vegemite,not peanut butteror jam fromShepherd’s files.In actualityI wonderedcould you,that should bewould you,kindly sendbyFederal Expressyour pillow,the onein caseyou do perusea multipleof those,the one that hasthe privilegeto be as closeto you and…
A beetle shat upon my eye,
beneath my favourite willow treeit was an act of love.A blink did free the greenish puttyand as he looked at methe memories came flooding backI closed them now to see.Was he a friend although he shatupon my saddend faceperhaps a messenger for mewho had been rather blunt.I must escape, into free sleepit beats the firewaterthere…
They left her there, at the junction,
had placed her in the company ofthe city’s bourgeoisie, as one of them,she should have known and listenedwhen the siren screamed its warning,the ridge just to the South fully alivewith soldiers, small as olive beetles,Kalashnikovs reflecting, dully, their souls,they’d smelled like rancid beaver hideand led the girls and all their mothers,into the barns and to…
Of three make four and then comes five
The trouble with most poets isthey cannot re-create the fizzthe inner poet makes inside.For them, dull critics are their guide,they talk of free verse and of breaksof music, meter, what it takesto make a poem, typed and allthat in the poet’s world stands tall.Conveniently they do forgetthat simple folks they have not metwill be the…
Sometimes, love is a very quiet breeze
Pink cotton candy drifts cool waves and tease,Softening paired footfalls on stony pathsTo forgiving ground, where, as if by chance,Eyes meet, lock and know the hearts tidal roarOf secret aching need in one seismic glance.Sometimes, one misses quiet breezes,and does not see the swaying blossoms.And does not taste the cotton candyuntil the roar of Tsunami,…
I once dated an overweight girl.
When we tried to make loveafter push and much shoveshe kept saying let’s give it a whirl.But the distance from me to her corewas extensive, and things did get sore.So we had to abort’cause he WAS way too shortyet she asked me try a bit more.So I went out with someone so skinnywho was braless…