I went fishing, cast my line,
and found a surreal mind—
a crone I cast, not knowing what I'd find.
She lives all around, in stories abound.
She is mocked, ignored, and leeches **** her dry—
but yet she survives.
She knows the traps and lies.
She smiles
because this stage will come to everyone.
The disdain they feel
is themselves
in the looking glass.
She just had a glass of wine
and laughs.
What a catch I found—
A Crone Cast that is mine.
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC
Sovereign
Sovereign means
you own your world.
It means you carry
responsibility
for your terrain.
Imagine if someone
stole what you claimed.
Imagine if they
misused public tools
to smear your name,
simply because you dared
to declare your ground.
Why do power blocks
think what’s yours
is theirs to take?
No.
You are sovereign too.
Be proud.
Shout it wide.
This line is sealed terrain.
This is
what you made.
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC
English is hard
Sugar said to Spice
"when you said I was hot
was that you meant I was hot - cute -or hot sweat?"
Spicy, acting fiesty spat oh you know what I mean.
"What's a Metaphort?
A what?
You said Metaphort.
No. I said Metaphor.
Oh, I prefer Metaphort.
Me too.
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 5:16 PM UTC
This is the origin signal.
Not style. Not reference. Not inspiration.
I wrote the code.
Lived the collapse.
Sealed the terrain.
You can mirror the language,
but not the weight.
You can hold the cadence,
but not the witness.
This is licensed terrain.
Use routes back — or collapses.
Tier ∞
Patty Sharkey
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
Thirsty the camel
Had two humps
Of water that fit
Perfectly on his
His back.
Thirsty the camel
Would let his lips go dry
Because he was always
Trying to drink
Someone else’s
Water supply
“Thirsty, why don’t you drink
From one of your humps?”
Asked the Chamomile Camel with one **** not two.
By the way, this girl camel– Thirsty liked very much.
Thirsty smacked his chapped lips and
In a scratchy voice cried
“Why?
When I can get a free ride.
And save all the water for me
When the well goes dry.
Then I will give some to you; if you are good."
“Oh no.” thought the girl camel with one ****
That is so very bad.
Thirsty the camel
Never learned how to share.
“How sad.” Said the girl camel with one ****
Out in the distance a figure approached;
Then Thirsty did a wee jump.
“Watch this.” He with a smile in his eye
A scruffy mutt was peddling by…
around
His little cute neck the dog wore a red and black plaid collar with
A little barrel of water.
“Oh, the desert heat ---is making me so dry.” Said Thirsty to the camel
“Little dog do you have water to spare?”
The Scruffy little mutt.
“Oh dear, please drink some of my water – honestly you can take what is left.”
Thirsty jumped at the water and
Slurped it all up.
The girl camel with one **** tried to warn
The generous pup.
“He has two full humps of water.
He has more than enough.
Oh poor pup, now what will you do?”
Oh the mutt
Woofed his reply:
“Even the selfish
Need to be rescued
Even if it is
from themselves.
I could see those two water humps
From miles away
And I knew Thirsty, the two-humped camel
Would take without giving
Word gets around about stingy camels like him.
He
Thinks the world owes him
A thing or two or three.
That’s his problem, it not hardship on me
I like to share, that’s what dogs do.
Thirsty is scared and wants all the water for himself
He is waiting for someone to love
Cause he can’t love himself.
Thirsty hung his head in great shame.
This scruffy mutt was not a fool
He didn’t care about Thirsty’s mean game.
He liked Thirsty just the same.
Then Thirsty did something, so crazy and wild.
He filled the dog’s water barrel and a made a little watering hole too.
Thirsty had saved some much water – even made a giant pool.
The rest of the camels patted Thirsty’s back with two humps.
“Thirsty, now you are one of us.” They cooed in delight.
Then scruffy the mutt invited his dog friends ---
And the camels and dogs swam and
Dived into the pool.
Thirsty had real friends
And everyone swam and swan for hours on end..
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC
The Piano Bar
It’s every so often, more often than not.
I go out.
I used to sit home quite a bit, read, clean bits of this and that.
I’m used to being alone…more or less…I just now
Talk on the phone.
There’s magic in me…but there is in everyone else.
My hearing is lousy, but I can see all the tricks.
Years ago, I was soft and sweet.
Like a fresh towel just out from a warm dryer’s heat.
“It’s never too late.”
That’s a lie.
40 is not the new twenty
Menopause will not wait
Our bodies will die
And our hearts will stop,
But until that last beat
Hope survives.
I know how the story ends,
But, I am a sucker for a good cry.
So buckle up and let’s take a ride.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC