In a quaint little town, not far away,
Live two lively ladies who brighten the day.
Joyce and Cherry, a dynamic pair,
With laughter and stories, they fill the air.

Joyce, with her wisdom and sparkling eyes,
Shares tales of the past, under sunny skies.
Her garden blooms with colours so bright,
A testament to her nurturing light.

Cherry, with her wit and infectious cheer,
Brings joy and warmth to all who are near.
Her laughter echoes through the streets,
Turning every moment into a treat.

Together they dance, through life's grand parade,
With grace and charm that never fade.
Their friendship a bond, so strong and true,
An inspiration to all, in all they do.

So here's to Joyce and Cherry, a marvellous duo,
Whose lively spirits forever glow.
In every heart, their legacy stays,
Two shining stars in life's grand play.

I have a problem with timing
I can't do a soft  boiled egg
They either come out solid or slimey
As I hop from leg to leg
I know the time and temperature
I'm waiting with a spoon
But I drift off or go early
Ovoid perfection is doomed.

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When the welcome . . .
rots

in a handshake of
disgust . . .


When moments . . .
are swarms of giant asian wasps

And embraces
are zephyr soft . . .
as shadow's are thin

There's no desire . . .
to do it again

Relaxing on my bed,
Listening to the music,
Suddenly, my cheeks felt some tears shed.
A watery shed out from my eyes,
Feeling the moisture and finding themselves red.

My cheeks asked my eyes, "What's the matter?
Why the mess?"

Then eyes said, "Ears are the culprit, they keep listening to something gloomy on repeat, that's why the shed."

Then ears replied in annoyance,
Stating its innocence, "It's the brain which is the problem."

Brain interrupted the ears' say and said, "It's not me, it's the heart which is on the loose.
For he is deep in grief, for he misses someone close. he is out of control and confused.
It is his longings which are causing you trouble.
Unapologetic heart keeps up the rubble."

Dodging memories that bring me pain
I scurry through the obstacles
I set up for my foolish self
To keep me from the place I need to be.

I bruise my shins repeatedly
On dangers that I did not see
Due to the fancy mask I wear
That blocks half of my vision.

The need for haste is manifest
By ever looming banks of fog
That somehow scheme to bar my way
And keep me from salvation.
                 ljm