#justthinking
...because youth is long since gone, of course.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCC)
Oh for the easy life I used fr'intents
To know, where to philosophize owned bail.
Back in my father's house where that detail
Of freedom and sheer girlhood owned defense,
I used to dream of distant realms, pretense
Full of the joys I'd sought since childhood, frail
As ne success, and I could think, t'avail,
Yes, truly think, though chafing at suspense.
Now on my own, I can attempt in tour,
Yet never reach the heights I ver'ly knew
Back then, where how my father ruled in pure
Love, and my mother guided all as due,
Dreams what they had, we seven too, though's poor
Since naught owns substance. LORD, we wait for You.
14Oct25b
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
...I've wanted to for 14 years now. My late father had an anecdote from his college days where his friend's mother called after them: "Eat your banana! It's good for your heart!" and you know about how "an apple a day keeps the doctor away!" right?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCI)
Caprese with cherry 'matoes' sweet detail
Tops aught I've known before, as if from hence
Tis all I ever should use, eh? The sense
Of basil fresh thus matched like to avail,
What's left to add? Pom avrils for sheer bail
Now that is done, the cake is finished, whence?
There's mac-n-cheese, beef hot dawgs, and from thence
So much more, choc'late ice cream down the trail.
Charcut'rie boards I'll pack for third shift's tour,
(Go call me selfish will ye?!), ne ado
For that detail, bananas, apples fer
Our hearts and keeping doc at bay anew,
We've oranges, and the list goes on. Bestir
Friends online and but tease? LORD, we wait You.
11Mar25d
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC
Love is a lot of things:
A feeling.
A passion.
A choice.
A revolution.
A voice.
A creation.
A language.
An action.
A sacrifice.
An interaction.
A crime.
An abstraction.
A blessing.
An affirmation.
A life.
And, it's just one word.
Imagine what we could do with a thousand more.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Layered. Say you didn't know these were complex.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCXXXVII)
Blue skies peer thinly twixt the whiter tale
Of clouds whose stringy webs mask what, from hence?
The warming golden light half bleak, a sense
I maunt put down stalks through all that'd avail.
Ne shadows nor a flirting breath t'exhale
By even halves and I am jumpy, whence
What daffodils might nod can own intents
While folk tell April Fools jokes like we've bail.
Did I complain oer...jonquils' yellow tour
Of frilly heads and purple hy'cinth too?
Yes. I said even ******* laundry's...poor,
Sith Mum is buried. Taen from me now, who
Shall pity? Sparrows e'en too distant fer
Aught smiles, I wonder if a man'd now woo.
01Apr17c
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
It never ends It never changes
But we do
The clouds And the moon
Reflections
So Bright But so needy
Just Like us
Above it all For once in my life
but nervous
not Like a Fish in the ocean
Floating
Deep But always so alone
just like Me
Nothing can be done Nothing at all
But wait
a mirror extended End to end
Silent
But So true So hurtful So real
Just like you
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
It's still poetry
no matter how you deliver your message
if you can put your thoughts into a verse
then go ahead and put out your lyrical burst
It's still poetry
whether you freestyle or write spoken word
or limerick or acrostic, haiku or Shakespearean, your voice should be heard
It's still poetry
writing about experience or just testing your rhyming ability it's all fair game
just because one style doesn't speak to you doesn't make it all lame
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC