#activity
When criminal activity at a place doesn't cease
all the people will never enjoy any lasting peace.
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Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 8:27 PM UTC
Monday, Tuesday , Thursday and Friday,
Are the days I head out to run 2k.
Staying consistent has made me lean,
Discipline fuels me up like caffeine.
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 8:57 PM UTC
there is water
somewhere on my right
i can hear it
the gentle patter
of what must be
a delicate fountain
hidden amongst
the foliage and flowers
of freshly bloomed lilies
or falling from a feature
at the water's edge
there is a far-distant
rumble of jet engines
undoubtedly drawing
trails of vapour
across an otherwise
unblemished blue
sounds of traffic
dulled to almost nothing
a background hum
barely noticeable
even the unfamiliar
shrieking of a siren
as it passes by
cannot overpower
the drawn-out strains of violin
the rasgueado strum of guitar
the echoed stomp and clap of dancers
performing or practicing
in front of the monument
to a public figure
of some kind
that i would likely
not recognise or be aware of
on the other side of the park
a clock tower bell
chimes the hour
two o'clock
setting a fluttering
of birds to wing
chattering on the breeze
the seemingly constant
pattern of clicking heels
and scuffed steps
along the nearby path
tell of an exhaustive
cosmopolitan life
a dog begins barking
as i open my eyes
reminding me of home
Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 10:39 AM UTC
I love listening to music so much.
I can’t clearly explain the sensation: sweeping waves of emotion cascade through my being. Delicately wiping away any negatively-charged flotsam that had been wading through my consciousness, music pervades.
Lucky are the few who live their life inundated with the languorous luxury of music’s embrace.
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 5:06 PM UTC
In an ideal
joy-and-happiness-society,
would work
be designed and organised
to be a joyful and happy activity?
Oct 16, 2021
Oct 16, 2021 at 4:30 AM UTC
When I get online it says you’re active
but in life you’re so distracted
like this **** is so contrasted
that I’m seething
as I look for some meaning
In your leaving.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
Four minutes to do what you want
What ya gonna do?
Listen to a pop song
Get half a blow job
Smoke a cigarette
Drive round the block
Read two pages of a book
Do fifty press-ups
Recite a poem or two
Watch most of Tom and Jerry
Fly a fuelled up Meserschmitt 163
Queue for a news paper
Chat up your friend’s wife
Have a short nap
Take a few photos on your phone
Say Hi to a stranger
Check your emails
Get bitten by a venomous snake
Write a letter to your mum
Take the dog a walk
Do some mediation to prepare
Or do what in four short minutes
There’s so much you can do
When the nuclear attack warning sounds
And you have just four minutes to live
Before you’re horribly killed
By the ******* bomb...
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
an inquisitive bird did narrate
his tale of a tryst
regarding Mrs Jean Jameson
and Mr Laurie List
in the forest some four miles
out of Thomas Town
they'd covertly meet on Tuesday
to play hands down
the bird always had his
eye trained on suspect activity
that was happening in
his immediate proximity
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 7:12 AM UTC
A challenge of living
is to channel my energy
into activities
which bring me joy and happiness.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 2:16 AM UTC
Under the cover of darkness people try and get away with many things
and then they may suffer the consequences or scorn this activity brings.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
Burning eyes.
Heavy eyelids.
Pounding head.
All indications of too little sleep.
Curious.
Relentless.
Won’t shut up.
All descriptions of my too active brain.
If only my brain were as determined to experience
Sleep for an entire night,
Instead of pondering age-old questions,
Such as what will tomorrow bring?
Unfortunately, I cannot convince my brilliant, yet misled, brain that:
Lack of sleep will just increase tomorrow’s challenges, and
Thinking about potential events cannot minimize that simple fact.
Oh where can I get a hamster wheel for my brain, so the rest of me can finally have peace and quiet in which to sleep?
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
I binge WAYYYYYY too much
During my obsession with strawberries
I ate a couple boxes a week
For a solid
Month
Or few
During by obsession with reading
Every ounce of my
Free time was
Devoted
To
Scouring
At least several
A week
During my obsession with drawing
The number of printer paper
Packages I ran through
Cannot be counted
And this lasted
Several years
Mind you
During by obsession with Chinese cuisine
I constantly pestered my family
To go there
On our weekly
Outings
For a solid
Couple years
During my obsession with vanilla covered chocolate popsicles
I ate one
Every day
For
At least
A month
During my obsession with pogo stick jumping
During my obsession with chocolate chip cookies
During my obsession with Asian light novels
During my obsession with strawberry black forest cake from that specific bakery
During my-
During my-
During-
Dur-
Yup.
It’s confirmed.
I
Am
A
Binger
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
I would like to make something.
Something for you and me.
Something creative.
An activity.
What would you say,
With a good description.
Would be your perfect,
Society depiction.
Make a fun,
Meaningful fiction.
Of your personal utopia.
A place,
Of a happy place affliction.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
If I ever had five minutes to myself,
I’d get a book down from the shelf,
Curl up in the comfy chair
To enjoy the peace and quiet there.
I’d do my best to just ignore
Toys and games scattered across the floor,
Or the cobwebs dangling from the light
And the ***** dishes from last night.
I’d fight the urge to load the washing machine,
Then give the stove a perfunctory clean,
To fold and iron the clean laundry pile
Which has been mounting up for quite a while.
I’d remind myself I’ll go insane
Fixating on the grubby windowpane
And I’d warn myself that I simply must –
Not trail my fingertips through the dust.
I’ll keep a calm, composed demeanour,
Resisting the tug of the vacuum cleaner -
Because maybe if I ran it around the place
The house wouldn’t look quite such a disgrace?
To the sticky surfaces I’d turn a blind eye,
And that dodgy smell, which would seem to imply
That something, somewhere in the back of a cupboard
Highly likely in mould is now covered…
I’d disregard with gargantuan intent,
Cards and gifts which should have already been sent.
And school supplies which I ought to restock
Because they need glue and scissors around the clock…
I’d caution myself that I’m still a beginner,
At preparing a healthy, balanced dinner
And that sometimes meals go unplanned
Plucked from the remaining vestiges at hand.
I’d forget to berate myself that I don’t succeed
At tidying up at lightning speed,
Nor keeping my calm, nor staying unstressed,
When faced with an eight-year-old who just won’t get dressed.
I’d admonish myself that for my peace of mind
I must make more effort to relax and unwind,
To not grab some down time would be a mistake…
But – oh shucks – I must make that Birthday cake!
So I quietly replace the unopened tome,
Glancing around my disorderly home
And remember I am now a mother, a wife,
And reading books was in my past life.
But on the plus side I have giggles and smiles galore,
And tickles and snuggles and cuddles and more.
So I’ll try not to let the clutter and mess
Become a reason for concern and distress.
And instead of becoming a source of displeasure,
I’ll allow myself these short years to treasure
For soon the chaos and hubbub will abate
And I will have fewer things on my plate.
And who knows, in the future; maybe one day,
I’ll miss the turmoil and disarray?
As I’m reading my book, quiet in my chair
I’ll wish that my brood were once again there…
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
Inactivity online,
Whilst it may be somewhat sad,
(For followers at least)
Means activity in life,
Which is surely a good thing.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
The God-man said,
'We think too much but feel and act too little.
To have peace, come to us and donate;
when you give, you get His bliss.'
The professor at Art College demonstrated
how brush strokes can change thoughts to feelings.
'We think too much but feel and act too little,
in all art forms, feeling is a diamond resting on thought.'
'Have you ever found someone like you,
who think too much but feel and act too little?
Idle people and psychopaths are victims of dry thoughts,
Come out of hibernation, feel and act'- once told my papa.
Now I'm out of frustration
and exchange activities for earning.
'We think too much but feel and act too little' is a proverb to me.
I don't have time to think but feel and act for my dependents only.
4th April, 2017
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
"Mysterious reflections of a buzzing mind"
~
Musical notes unfold the edges of days
Colors stitched together
Collapsing in symmetrical branches
Tilting on sunlit leaves
Copper and crimson leaking from the crisp pleats
The world is dancing inside distance
Lost between the dusk of life
Yesterdays linked to endings
Swirling in chocolate cinnamon latte
Stripped in honey dreams
Shall I breath in sky fragments
Steaming from diamond blood
Stained on the fabric of enchantment
You can see dimensional forests
Reflecting from Indigo pupils
Curved inside the spiral of a pixilated soul
Carved in silver ribs
Spinning in fractal clavicles
There is a myth
Waiting . . .
Trimmed with tasty figments
Pressing itself into a prism
Go on
Touch the pulsing linear of this hive
Its alive like breathing braille
A tapestry of delicious language
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC
Deciding
To be kind
For those in need
I gave money off hand.
But soon
I turned cruel
When many took my giving
A for granted rule!
Savory,
Spoils many
Soft money.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
my heart is doing push-ups,
jumping jacks inside my chest
and i wish you hadn't kissed me.
i look like
a bed full of television static
ready to carry you to sleep
on saturday night
sunday early morning.
there is crying in the next room.
like they know you wont come home,
like yeah they know it too.
we are losing
we are lost.
the world is swallowing me again.
i do not fear the depth
the dead
swallowing me.
my heart is doing push ups,
jumping jacks inside of my chest
and i wish i wasn't such a ******* mess.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
The builders of Stonehenge
Were pelvicly challenged
So they erected a monument
In such a way
That it could be interpreted
As a displacement activity.
And the rest as they say
Is pre-history.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC