Shower
There was only a note
on the living room door,
and in lipgloss she wrote
'I can't take it no more.'
I had seen it all written
on the dimly-lit wall,
if I hadn't been smitten
in the 'Y''s shower stall
Snot Funny
Perhaps you have wondered
or even yet, pondered
words pertaining to 'nose',
and the list, it just grows.
Consider this, then:
They start with 'sn'.
I have noticed that quite a few words pertaining to the nose (its function, appearance, and social connotations) begin with the letters SN.
With the help of your nose, you can SNEEZE, SNARL, SNICKER, SNORE, SNIFFLE, SNIVEL, SNUFFLE, SNORT, SNEER and SNIFF. There are probably others I have overlooked.
The Wholeness
- Inner Realm -
-Wholeness-
Thou wert in my mind as pristine unity,
One without second a non dual self,
Thou wert in every trying time of my mind,
With my breath thou flow and with no mind calm.
The beauty that lulled my mind thou nourish.
It is sober shrine that shoved me incised.
My hope rose and hopeless mite dismantled.
Cleaners
This poem is dedicated to all those who do cleaning
of one sort or another.
Some people look down at others
for the jobs they do
and if your one of them
here is warning just for you.
You may think you’re intelligent,
but I don’t think you are.
Some People Just Want The Attention
You're too snooty,
For me to want your booty.
Scented fresh?
I could care less.
Your attitude is not perfumed!
And I quickly distanced myself from it...
When your presence filled the entire room.
You're too self assured!
And nothing is wrong with that.
Ph: Poetry Writing: Ode To An Unfinished Poem
I guess I don't know when a poem is done,
There's no bell that goes off, no starter's gun
Which signals to me a new poem's begun.
Although it may feel like a poem I've left,
I'm still never sure, maybe in a dark cleft
Of my soul, a neglected thought cries, bereft.
My poem, my child, to it I've a duty,
To not chose just one because it's a cutie,
A Gem
They say that she is a gem
A diamond in the rough,
While lacking all the social graces
Which some of us embraces;
She cries, 'I care not for that stuff.'
She is the unpolished gemstone
That has the potential to be a jewel,
Basically she is good hearted
But her good deeds cannot be charted;
Let Peace Begin My Friend: Are We There Yet?
It just them, ahem, Northwest fools
Lookin for a bigger font they can call their own
We got your protest radio
Your online malcontents hiding in DSL convents
Them fat white folk indignant indigenents
Feeling guilty for their white sodium salmon damns
Casting clams on CALA49A Saab snooty PDAs
But I don’t give dam
Whose gorge is Oregondered organically
It’z just the smell of a Washington nowhere man
In Praise Of My Lovely Dandelions
In Praise of my happy Dandelion
When I gaze beyond my garden gate my eyes
pause longingly, at the myriad of yellow crowns
that no one loves but me. Why did man begin a war
upon my yellow crowns? My gentle yellow dandelion,
means no harm at all. They do not hide nor creep away, thehold themselves with pride. The grazing cattle love them still
as do the bumblebees. The first bouquet laid at my
feet, wrapped in ribbons blue, stained from pollen
flowing free from the tender yellow crowns. Expensive
The 'Look-At-Me-And-What-I'Ve-Got-Type'
I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.
And those who were comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
My Sizzling Selfies
Sir, I haven't over-dramatized my beauty
Every hour or so a selfie on Facebook I post
A compulsive obsession that grew into my duty
Selfies with passages of time tasted like tutti-frutti
That smelled great, sounded gorgeous, I could boast
Sir, I haven't over-dramatized my beauty
Don't blame me because in truth I'm such a cutie
Whether you like it or not but of me you can't make a toast
A compulsive obsession that grew into my duty
You can't tire of me whether I pop up to you on FB or in Djibouti
'' There's No Such Thing As Perfection ''
Sitting quite snugly,
Perfection said smugly,
I won' t mellow, as I grow older,
I'll continue to expose what I see as ugly,
Of purity I am the beholder.
Is it your duty?
To be so snooty,
Who says that you know best?
Describe to me the definition of beauty,
Apostolorum Apostola Part 1
Watch your step there, young woman. This is a treacherous spot
in the roadway. I've traveled this passage many times before;
many times have I seen someone slip, someone make a misstep.
And slide among the stones, down into the flowing sewer there.
Ah, I see. This is your first time in these parts. I could tell
by your tongue that you might be from elsewhere. I know the feeling.
They used to call me 'the Magdalene, ' meaning I was too sophisticated,
a city girl from the Town of the Tower. Once it had been
Path
The two sides
Like
Head and tail
Good and bad
Of every thing
To be the essence
Pre-dominant.
A virtuous man
Benevolent
ˌplo͞OˈPərfikt
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The pluperfect is a type of verb form, generally
treated as one of the tenses in certain
languages, used to refer to an
action at a time earlier than a
time in the past already referred
to. Examples in English are: "we
had arrived"; "they had written".
Jury Duty
I am one of the twelve chosen to decide another man's fate
If charged with the crime, the judge then decides the date,
It will be up to us twelve to decide of innocence or guilt
Then either his freedom is given, or his gallows will be built.
Today I was chosen to serve on jury duty
With another's person's guilt or innocence, I won't be snooty,
I won't vote him as guilty, because someone's hungry or tired
Nor will I vote him as innocent, as though being paid as hired.
Just Curious
What don't they get?
'Reality.'
But hasn't it been there?
'It has.
For everyone to accept and believe.'
Then what has been the problem?
Signs Of Winter
It can get a bit nippy.
And a little cool as expected.
But there is nothing pretentious,
About the signs of Winter.
Or the people,
Being within its midst.
Unlike when in warmer weather,
When people walk around...
With ice and snow on the ground,
Rookie Hooked
It takes a rookie,
For some to take a look...
At actions taken,
Sometimes that can be shaky.
It takes fresh eyes,
That doesn't criticize.
Without a judgement passing,
From lips not thinking...
To blurt a crudeness,
Even Her Shadow Shares Her Beauty
Even her shadow shares her beauty,
Insomuch as it shows us her form.
A gentle lass, not proud and not snooty,
Her laughter so kind and so warm.
Her posture, her stance and her manner,
Each gesture reflecting her style,
Composure, and even her glamour,
Her lips and her mouth and her smile....
Her hair as it nestles her shoulders,
Cascading like gossamer threads,