Even if it's heads or tails
either side You always win. Your own system never fails ev'rything else wears out thin. _ ___
From 'The Quatrains' - #629, ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Cats possess this thing about their rears that they flaunt with impunity wielding it to express their unique personal opinions at the moment uncurling outwards and upwards and around then back downwards sweeping around table legs swishing side to side and then slipping underneath towards no one in particular they sometimes will form the shape of the letter "C" coil into a "S" straighten to an "i" or if startled, an "!" but not a "Z", never a "K" and no "E"s, definitely not— and certainly not an "X" unless two stand end to end maybe four of them can gather and form a "W" but given their nature, would they not question "Y"— ? ... s jones © 2008 .
ok, back to "regular" poetry
(if ya'll can call it that LOL) video: https://youtu.be/lv60UxNZLtg
I found a penny face up.
I flicked it off because luck doesn't exist. At least not for me. I picked it up and turned it to tails. If I can't get any luck no one else can. People say misery loves company, But I'm just tired of things working out for everyone else but me. I think I'm last on everyones list. I'm the pocket change in the bottom of a purse. I'm the last resort, When people are desperate for some change, Turning their purses upside down, Throwing couch cushions, Hoping for some luck. I'm a lot like a penny. But if I were a penny I'd have tails on both sides. **** pennies.
Wrap the bones
of wicked men and gravel it below Coat with sand and dampened soil nay let a white bestow Sow a seed of blossom blood in center of the ground Watch it spread to heaven's eye 'til no grave is to found
Sounds a bit vaguely horrid, huh?
A penny on the floor,
costing more than life. For those who pick up luck have run out tonight. A penny on the floor, where others shoes now collect before curious gazes. its cold out tonight. A penny on the floor, the last thing you see, is it heads or tails. The breath of another falling. Curiosity is never a gift when its obvious. For a penny is never fallen in jest. every one cost something. Tonight its your life, Tonight its your life, Tonight its your life.....
At the crack of dawn, in an open jeep
We sit, as chirpy as the birds Our eyes wide open, ears perked Waiting for a call to be heard We begin our journey, full of hope The thrill of adventure in the air, Binoculars at the ready To meet a tiger's deadly glare We canter through the dense forest Through the shallow river and the whispering trees Past the gentle deer and the mighty elephant And a sense of danger in the breeze We wander along the gravel path Beneath langoors swinging from the branches, And from the grass, the jackal watches, Patiently resting on its haunches We drive through twists and turns and ups and downs The elusive beast refused to be found... This time our efforts were for nought, But we'll see him next time around!
I went to a tiger reserve recently. Did not see a tiger but had a wonderful time driving through the forest!
For pictures, check out my insta page, those.who.wander24 :)
Foxy natured creature,
An untamable animal, Kumiho has nine tails.
A Kumiho is a Korean folklore animal of Chinese influence.
Depictions of it look really beautiful. My HP Poem #1512 ©Atul Kaushal
What is this bizarre strange artificial magic that
Surrounds us in 3D neon colors man-made Amidst this dream theory of some sort Of tasty goods that await me (not bait) Smashed in between two slabs of meat That are thick hands which are said hold the Way to get all we could want or need This absolute promise that it's all worth it Being placed before me only just to see I hold my sandwiched slice of meat With cheese and pickles high And shout for joy that it's mine to eat!
So take a seat...!
Hehe, and it rhymes, too :P I'm sorry it disagrees with tele-vangicals and religious cultists. Will delete immediately. I promise. Sorry to harm ****** eyes with my trash!
All what fussy ***** had got,
Something that started to rot, Is nothing else but lofty tails. Her most horrible trot, Got her inside the slot, Of someone called ****.
My HP Poem #982
Here is a spiders web
Strands of rhythem Being spun by the dead Where liers come to lie And the truthers come to die