This is a moving-boxes time of year, When piles of paper stacked precipitously On horizontal surfaces appear To cast their leaves away capriciously. And as shed sheets infect desk after desk They settle on the work that's been assigned And keep appearing, paperwork burlesque, Resulting in paralysis of mind. While teachers yearn for summer to … Continue reading May 22: At the Close
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May 21: I Envy You, Getting to Watch the Show
Forgive me, Interwebz, for I have sinned: I fear that humblebrag I have committed. Before my Facebook access you rescind, Extenuating factors I've submitted: Exhibit A: the brag was full of joy In shared accomplishment; Exhibit B: I have invited others to enjoy- It's all for a good cause (Exhibit C). Yet, Lordy Lou! I … Continue reading May 21: I Envy You, Getting to Watch the Show
May 20: More Life Lessons
If walking shoes don't make your feet feel whole, For heaven's sake, don't buy them! Don't get pissed And try to shame a shameless Twitter troll, Especially if she's a journalist. When changing purses, don't forget your wallet, And always keep to-do lists close at hand. Plug-in expired? Have IT re-install it- The next time … Continue reading May 20: More Life Lessons
May 19: Gentle Reminders
A day that follows monumental highs That's split between joy and unpleasantness Reminds one that it's possible to rise If to the universe you acquiesce. That stroke of luck that shows you what you need Before you know that it is paramount; Awareness of the planting of that seed Can help you your inertia to … Continue reading May 19: Gentle Reminders
May 18: Mood Indigo
If I achieve some measure of success And am invited, then, to sing or play, I hope that graciousness I will possess Like Emily Saliers and Amy Ray; That when I've been performing thirty years May I still be amenable to things Both new and different with an easy cheer, And may I still have … Continue reading May 18: Mood Indigo
May 17: Left-Handed Compliments
When Kirill Gerstein stood up, having played Rachmaninoff's concerto number three, More virtuosity was then displayed; His encore for left hand filled me with glee. With his right hand at rest upon his thigh, His left spun peerless aural fantasies That seemed impossible, at least well-nigh, With just five fingers dancing on the keys. I … Continue reading May 17: Left-Handed Compliments
May 16: Burning
The grass parched by unseasonable heat Though irrigated regularly, browns. The howling Santa Ana winds deplete The soil of moisture, leaving dusty mounds. The populace sits on a tinderbox, Collective breaths held for the winds to change Thus sparing homes in residential blocks And shifting the evacuation range. Cooperation's been unprecedented Between the numerous fire … Continue reading May 16: Burning
May 15: For Pop on his Sixty-Ninth Birthday
The ERHS class of 'sixty-three Espoused the phrase, “Make it to sixty-nine!” And while they might have meant it vulgarly, It also had a meaning less benign. For some of them went off to fight a war In which the country had a dubious stake, To perish on antipodean shores, For what was a political … Continue reading May 15: For Pop on his Sixty-Ninth Birthday
May 14: Revised Expectations
A woman who is looking to dispense With part-time jobs in lieu of one that pays Commensurate with her experience, Has got an interview in several days. Her research shows they have contracts galore Despite the fact the company's quite young; She's done good work with some of them before- She hopes to make it … Continue reading May 14: Revised Expectations
May 13: Little Lamb
“Of all the dogs,” declared our neighbor's son, While patting my Giovanni's scruffy head, “Who live near us, Kylie's my number one.” I've not the heart to tell him that she's dead; How callous metastasis can devour Those least deserving of that awful plight, How miserable to watch its awful power Destroy a creature made … Continue reading May 13: Little Lamb
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