Why do I continue to return
to the same dry wells.
Never, there, has my thirst ever
been quenched.
The steam rises,
the river bed swells.
The cards are on the table
and everything is drenched.
Why do I constantly return?
Stay! the big mouth yells.
This time, I walk away,
my heart is wrenched.
The narrative has changed,
the way the story tells.
My soul,
it is entrenched.
I am leaving,
silencing the bells.
Imagine
The pink panther
Leaning on a lamp post
A fedora,
on its head.
A long, white,
ivory cigarette holder
in his hand....
You can not put a price
On peace of mind. (WP)
Let my life be a prayer. (KW)
I sincerely hope the young artist at this weekends festival listened to the lyrics of icon's songs.
Until next year…..
Playing in Harmony….
Until next year….
There was a pig,
and his name was Joe.
He had a new job
but he just wouldn't go.
They gave him a corn cob,
and they gave him a bed.
All he did
was slap himself in the head.
He said, 'I can't go!
I belong in the zoo!'
'Where I can be seen!
by people like you!'
So he smiled,
and he ran
to the zoo and said,
'Here I am! Here I am!
I AM YOUR MAN!!!!!!
Wish upon a wishing well,
A pocket full of sand.
I picked a bouquet of forget-me-nots.
They wilted in my hand.
An old apple head doll,
Pinched and pruned,
and impeccably dressed.
Lay on the floor
for a well-deserved rest.
Soft tiny triangles of fabric
Filled a plastic bag
'Merry Christmas,' she said
And my heart began to sag.
And the dresses drifting down
to the ground, turn into mud.
Triangle pieces
Land with a thud.
And the water is wet.
And the rain is wet.
Yet.
My tears run dry
That old familiar tune plays on...and on....and on...and on.
And time passes by.
I wanted to walk to the river today,
Just a little over two kilometers away.
But I could not take that first step.
My shoe, it would not move.
Somehow, over the years,
I have lost my groove.
As the tears rolled down my face,
I silently cried.
Like ketchup on a plate
Of old French fries.
I know the day will come
When into the river
My toes,
Will drum.
Until then
I will contemplate
How I ended up
In this ridiculous
STATE!!!!
On a country sign.
Beside art, and ice creams.
Read it, if you can!
Winter time,
and the wind
it is a blowin'.
Everyime
you turn around,
it is a snowin'.
Except for this year,
with
El nino,
You never know
which way
it is a goin'.
I fly through the sky
With my eyes open wide.
My world has been opened wide.
I’ve held on with all my might
Even the little blue bird
Can’t make it right
I cry with my eye.
With my eye
I cry.
I cry with my eye.
In time
To see the blue bird fly by.
And the leaf floats.
Tears flow down the window
as the snow melts upon the roof.
The old cow laughs
as it kicks the fresh manure from its hoof.
'It's a funny world'
I said.
As twilight
settled on my head.
The world is dark.
It has hit its mark.
'Everything is stark.'
Exclaimed the lark.
This poem is nuts.
It is full of ands and butts.
I pulled a thread.
My eyes popped right out of my head.
I found them in the morning,
resting quietly, under my bed.
I had rolled my eyes
right out of my head!
Psychological harassment!
Your favourite mug
is a must,
It adds a hug
so softly touched.
Pour it dark.
Pour it black.
Add some milk
to bring it back.
Those little beans,
harvested by little hands,
Bundled and brought,
from far away lands.
Who knows what's in them?
We don't care.
Just make it quick
While I stand,
and stare.
Drink it alone,
or with a friend.
Black coffee
Espresso
Latte, hot or cold
Americano
Cappiccino
Mocha
Cafe Au Latte
Macchiato
Flat White
Irish coffee
Frappe
Cold brew
Affagato
Red eye.
Or prehaps a large, half-caf,triple-shot,caramel,mochano foam, extra whipped cream, extra hot, upside-down, caramel drizzle, with seven pumps of caramel syrup and seven pumps of mocha syrup, double blended frappaccino.
Just make mine with a large splash of milk.
My mug adds a love that is forever felt!
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 