How long my days, my nights listening to swagger jaggier
Since the seagulls, dance broke the sand-bags
Last year have been widely criticized as the torture year
How long my days, my nights listening to swagger jaggier
Last year hurt more than ever
the attitude of the unions lecture
How long my days, my night listening to swagger jaggier
Since the seagulls, drove the dagger deeper.





Author note...
sometimes in life we just have to take the good with the bad
remembering the storm of 2012..
I was aiming for:   The Triolet  Form of poetry

The many stage of a smile.
From birth our smiles became picture perfect
home movie ,the videos,
most memorable the hallmarks moments
posters and post card entries.
Page and pages for each moment of the day
little Jadie could not get away
Then her toddler’s years came and vanish into puberty

The high school proms and the marching bands
Throughout her college years,
fears, tears and uncertainity about her careers
The do and don’t

The older we get our smiles became frozen
Into shapes of wrinkles and frowns
The fewer things seem worth waiting for
What’s in a smile?

Better to remain silent and be thought a fool
Than to speak out and remove all doubt.”

― Abraham Lincoln
……………………..
Conversation with older folks always
Makes us think about
How complex we are
When asked 80 to 90 percent of older people
How are they doing?
Most replies are the same
“Child I am just waiting.
Waiting!
For what
To meet my maker”
From the time we were born
Plans were made for us
About our life
What are you going to be?
When we grow up
And soon has one become an adult
Our thoughts about dying
Frighten us
You are born then you die
Life might be simple for some
However, it a race to
get over unfairness of life

I met my third grade teacher last year
The first thing she said to me
“Did you follow your dreams?
A moment in an instant world
I felt like she were in control
^
She is much older now
However, nothing has change
We born, then we die
No matter how hard we try
The ropes never seem to loosen

Please don’t anybody asked me to decide anything. I don’t know
It had been one hell of a week.
The white snow doesn’t know if to fall; or the rain doesn’t know if it should pour
It takes sudden depression to make us see what life is
Life without a path is like flies on the cow ***,
As it uses its tail as a whip and swished the flies away

It a daily struggle but somehow we manage to move forward
It takes a man or woman who is down on they luck to wake up and face reality
A wise man will listen, hear, receive, and is always learning: because he uses every tactic
Known in the book
He laid back and makes the poor man do all the work
While he uses he brain to secure his profits…
Please don’t ask me to decide anything. I don’t know
Even a rat hate to be called by another name; for goodness sake
A rat is a rat. Why give it a different name.

The best of the best stool pigeon know how to keep its beak close
So please don’t asked me anything.. I don’t know

I was never blessed by God,

I am the main sources of evil
I was created by man
I am known to have the lever that moves the world

So I was told
With my power I can help with the bailiff
Or
And I can make you jump of the cliff

Some folks never seem satisfy with me
When in abundant

I am known to misled
The
Wise, the meek
I never bring happiness

My association with ant-nose
As
The new evolution
Grain and brain

Who am I?

I am who I am
I can tip toe through a dance routine
While
Reaching for the stars
I might be the patent,
keen, Steve, Asics or rocket dog

However

My sole that flatten the lawn
I guess
That’s my
A contribution

You smiled at me
The first time we met

The Flamboyant Dexter

threatening words

“I am going to retired

You

Unless you go with my attire”

Who am I?

List of things to do before

I fall in love again
I allow my mind to take me
Into the
A wild opened fields
where the grass is turning brown in spots
^
There’s one
Wild flower
And
Dozens of
Scattered pebbles,
Under my feet
^
Taunted memories,
Bare trees with bend trunks
A cool breeze washes my face
No more umbrella tree
To relief me from
Ray of the sun
I squint from the sun in my eyes
^
To
Think of the ghost in my past
Or to deal with the
Ray of the sun
^
Lists of things to do before
I fall I love again
Buried the pain
Low the drawbridge
or
Keep the enemy out
^
I want to be happier
Than I‘ve ever been
To
Fall in love again
^
I buried
Painful memories
Under the bare umbrella trees