#degrees
It takes STEP BY STEP,
You don't have to RUSH,
Just take your TIME,
POSITIVITY IS A PLUS!!!
Just go about it GRADUALLY, and
Take it DAY BY DAY,
If you keep this up then,
You will be on your MERRY WAY!!!
JUST TAKE THINGS SLOWLY,
and IN DEGREES,
Once you have ADJUSTED,
you WILL FEEL AT EASE.
It will be MELLOW and
It will BE A BREEZE,
You got it now, and
YOU AIM TO PLEASE!!!
BE COURAGEOUS and
ENCOURAGE YOURSELF,
YOU HAVE ONE BODY, and
HEALTH IS WEALTH!!!
JUST DON'T GIVE UP,
THIS IS A SLOW PROGRESS,
IF YOU CONTINUE LIKE THIS,
YOU WILL ACHIEVE SUCCESS!!!!
B.R.
Date: 1/4/2025
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 6:36 PM UTC
75°F & Alive & Minding the Perfection
morning mindfulness,
surrounded by perfect,
once again, may it be
forever this-a-way
I have no idea what
I’ve done to be so
blessed; and I repay
with gratitude in this
psalm hymnal, poor
though it may be,
it is genuine, poured
from within the open
confines of all I have
learned, earned, & burned;
75°F & Alive & Minding the Perfection,
the color contrast is an overwhelming,
an all encompassed scheme
makes neighbors,
even,
total strangers greet each
other like beloved brothers & sisters,
this heaven is infecting,
an infectious breeze of the
stillness of early morn
born and carried in our cell’s walls,
strong are the nuclei, and this
memory, this poem devotion,
this ttributary of words
flows with slowed ease,
and the
troubles are banished to the
back of the pack,
tho the line be long,
the golden oldies music
banishes them to a temporary oblivion
and within a totality of solitude alone,
momentarily,
my heart,
fulsome,
yes trite but true, is crazy
overflowing,
I’m in danger of loving everyone,
for to not,
would be
criminal
if it were even a
possibility
if i could snap my genie fingers,
beware, I’d summon y’all,
a global contraction perfect,
to convent/sit beside me, your presence
welcomed with a hot beverage,
a cooling drink, for every one
always get what they w a n t
***and
yea, yeah, yeah
this is a forever & always,
only a
love poem…***
Jul 26, 2024
Jul 26, 2024 at 11:00 AM UTC
Take me back to that place
Where dichotomies of
North or South
Right or Wrong
Become
Translucent
Ground Zero
Equilibrium.
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 4:57 PM UTC
Stark trees on the hill line
intertwine with the sky
Their branches be parted
bent by the wind
Sourced from a height
Droplets dance
Ripples spit
Wet doesn't quit
No gold in sight
at ten degrees
Given what is seen
only green grey and white
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 4:51 PM UTC
winter
weepingly bitter
counts to ten
d
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then cries some more
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 6:36 PM UTC
Sometimes diplomas are deleterious to a degree
it seems the cap, gown, and certificate holder
buys a telescope and starts using it to see
loses the ability to write freely and bolder
becomes particularly adept at speaking in snark -
so much easier than personally and intimately connecting -
preferring critique to finding and being a creative spark
becoming expert not so much from practice as from correcting.
I knew a man who used to be my friend
until he acquired his PhD
then he began to depart and ascend
too high for him to see little ole me
I knew a few too who were doctors and buddies
whose degrees didn’t pedestal them
who didn’t let their higher studies
erase their humor, make their hearts go dim.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
before the world burned
cities vanished
water rose
and the air became too thick to breathe
it was a nice place
but to most
not nice enough to fight for
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
it should have been
41 degrees today.
the hottest day of summer.
i prepared.
i wore shorts to work.
it rained like
noah's flood.
i didnt see it coming
but i heard the rumbles
like drums from hell.
i wrote words for jane
and i never thought
id ever show her.
i read her two poems
and she liked the one
that wasnt about her
much more.
it should have been
41 degrees today.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
Far moost o' me
three score minus one year
tethered upon terra firmae where
planet Earth doth veer
(spins upon the global axis
(tilted 23.5 degrees from the plane
of its orbit around the sun),
terrestrial genesis (perhaps accompanied
for Pete's sake by Gabriel
blowing his horn) in all honesty unclear
boot more oven concern
points to thermonuclear
and/or subnuclear
war, particularly at forefront
of thine primate noggin
actively hypothesizing
theoretical armageddon,
when non plus ultra gravitates
with e pluribus unum necessitating
each individual to bend over
and kiss his/her rear
goodbye unless total merciless queer
hue loss atomic fallout immediately
incinerates e'en
the moost savvy profiteer,
which aforementioned prognostication
arose from overbear
ring hazy, hot and humid
dangerous heat spell near
lee approximating insufferable
temperature nearing triple digits
(along Eastern Seaboard
of United baked States
makes this human,
an immediate convert to climate control
(though he happened tubby already)
basking, glorifying, and luxuriating
within delightful 60º Fahrenheit mere
really expressing gratitude for such
creature comfort donning my
stretched out birthday suit,
(yet thee moost comfortable leisurewear
then thrift store "special bag
mountain of clothes
as mooch as Yukon sales,"
no matter mine ill mannered
mirrored reflection doth jeer
at such a sorry sight, and/or
laugh reading interlinear
monologue colloquy,
which message gleaned between lines,
and should this poem be red aloud,
thy ******** passion linkedin
with humming HVAC, ye would hear
courtesy hove cochlear
(hollow tube in the inner ear)
sensitive to deafening sounds...so beware!
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
February 8th, 2018 - 11:06pm. In. An. The. How much deeper will this go? This desert. This baron land and escape from the moonlit evenings’ effervescent engineering of short-lived Neanderthals. These voices are enough to split our hides through and through like an cheese grater, that pants-boots combo chases us into the early morning forecast. I need to get out with her. We need to get out from here. We need to go out from this place. There are hexes and hieroglyphs places matte with ill-defined Finnish designs. There is the yolk and that which copies it. There is the phone and the web of tangling eyes whose corpus is mimicry. I am the notes and the music is taking me down, down, down. Whether it’s our dreams or the sweats that keep us ratcheting our bodies beaten eyes hooked to the cadavers we once chose. Now it’s up to you to choose. This is the fuse that we’ve let loose, maybe your furnace can curtsy and observe these sad blackened buffoons while they make us shrivel up and go hide back in our bed cocoons. This is a zoo I tell you and you tell me. This is a zoo of mayhem, hedonists, and 400° degrees. These are the tiny beds we hide in until they melt us down, into the heirs of our highness, our luxuries quick to abscond.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
It's finally getting cold again,
and I won't have to worry
about the sweater I'm in.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
Life is cruel and unkind
Boiled over with wasted time
Count the hands of moments lost,
tick by seconds, minutes tossed
Temperature rises and hits the mark
A hundred degrees turns too stark
Bed of sand and heat wave sear
Weigh it down with constant fear
Mercury rises an internal kind
Cuts right through a melted mind
Turn it off, burn the fool
Anger mounts then its cool
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC