The rules insist that when you drop your toast, It lands with jelly side against the ground, Unless, the cynic offers as riposte, Through luck, it lands the other way around. Because the inconvenience and the mess, Delay the meal as one cleans off the rug, Those vexing memories the mind impress; Good fortune is … Continue reading January 24: A Toast
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January 23: Be Happy
“Be happy!” said the parking lot. I was; My lowered gaze, I thought, was not produced By sadness, yet the painted words gave pause; Had my own happiness become diffuse? My first reaction was to laugh and scoff, Because to optimism I'm inclined, Yet thinking on the day, its crests and troughs, The disappointments lingered … Continue reading January 23: Be Happy
January 22: Beautiful, Beautiful Soup!
A steaming robin's egg with noodles filled, With scallion green and ginger red bedecked, And brown with brine, a treasure chest that spilled, Whose rich surroundings with its gold are flecked. Aside, the humble offering of pork Infuses all the contents of the bowl. One dare not denigrate it with a fork; But gently nibbled, … Continue reading January 22: Beautiful, Beautiful Soup!
January 21: Unexpected Kindnesses
This morning of discomfort seemed a test Compounded by a dreadful weariness, A list of tasks to daunt the doughtiest, And not a moment's peace to convalesce. Impediments aplenty multiplied, The burning candle's ends should then have met But when my desperation I implied, This Montague perceived her Capulet, For help arrived in stranger's kindly … Continue reading January 21: Unexpected Kindnesses
January 20: Eighteen And Up
Each moment has a truth that can be caught, In picture, memory, or written word, So even when the context is forgot, The meaning still is there to be inferred. So even though I lived too late too see Just who was darling as the buds of May, That is the least important part to … Continue reading January 20: Eighteen And Up
January 19: What Dreams May Come
I closed a book of poems and my eyes, And as I drifted softly into sleep, A voice inside my mind began to rise Mellifluous enough to make one weep. I can't recall exactly what it said, If Shelley, Blake, or Keats, I couldn't say. My body froze, as if though full of dread, Anticipating … Continue reading January 19: What Dreams May Come
January 17: Consummation
I think I have been drunk too much this week, Consuming all and being thus consumed. And though this madness on myself I wreaked, The mania is heady as perfume. Across the world the feverish unite, Awash in anxious hopes and nameless fears, Prepared to praise and curse the very sight Of episodes for which … Continue reading January 17: Consummation
January 16: Meh
I do not wish to write a poem today. I'm tired and do not have an ounce of wit. I can't think of a blessed thing to say, And if I did, it likely wouldn't fit In fourteen lines; my thoughts could be so small, They'd barely fill a stanza, or they might Require a … Continue reading January 16: Meh
January 15: A Soonerism Sponnet
When due to lengthy days my grain brows tired My langurative figuage can get skewed, As if my cerebellum is woss-crired, Producing oddities that round quite sude. These stunning cunts of speech make consequent That I am comprecult to diffihend. When only I can tell just mutt is whent, I'm tempted to let dilences sescend. … Continue reading January 15: A Soonerism Sponnet
January 14: Life Lessons 3,284,925 to 3,284,934
Keep dogs away from bushes on your walks, For food and varmints draw them by the nose. With rubber boots, eschew short cotton socks Unless you like them crumpled at your toes. When eating ramen, cool it as you slurp. Gel pads in old brassieres can spring a leak. Horchata plus prosecco equals burps That … Continue reading January 14: Life Lessons 3,284,925 to 3,284,934
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