Velvet rug of white is melting down
Under warm smiles from early sun
Peeping buds are coming through
Opening eyes to see sky so blue
Fresh green leaves bringing life to trees
All kinds of colors making me happy setting me free.


Shell ✨🐚

A Better Taste Than Kale


We Skipped the light appetizer
They had become such a bore
Restaurant was kinda *****, there were cockroaches on the floor
Place was so crowded we did know what was in store
Juke box humming harder as bugs flew across the ceiling
I told them I DIDN'T drink
as the waiter ran away............

So not much later she cried rather have a mater or a tater
Miss Miller SCREAMED her tale
In her face you could plainly see
She cried there has to be a better taste than KALE!

Vegetarian waiter returned and said "There is no reason"
The truth is obvious to ME !....Would not let Miss miller be!
Flavors quickly falling like a house of recipe playing cards
She said put the meat in the fire I am NOT one of the vegetarian virgins
who came in from the coast, oh my eyes were OPEN!
But the waiters were obviously closed!

So not much later she cried rather have a mater or a tater
Miss Miller SCREAMED her tale
In her face you could plainly see
She cried there has to be a better taste than KALE!

She said! We are home on shore leave, had plenty of ****** food at sea!
She was SCREAMING for her drinking glass and I was starting to agree !
Recalling King Neptune had warned us about barmaids named mermaid
She was smiling faintly and once again began her plea!

So not much later she cried rather have a mater or a tater
Miss Miller SCREAMED her tale
In her face you could plainly see
She cried there has to be a better taste than KALE!

Sound of music was stronger than the waiter who was a Queen
Didn't know the front from his own behind.
The truth is the restaurant was not very clean
We had not ordered, starting to eat the menu cardboard
Making us miss that ocean meal and the shipboard bed
Smells and sounds HER VOICE come quickly

So not much later she cried rather have a mater or a tater
Miss Miller SCREAMED her tale
In her face you could plainly see
She cried there has to be a better taste than KALE

The wind sneaks in through my window sill
and I can hear the rhythm of the rain.

A shy draft looms like a visitor
misplaced it roams my way.

Outside I hear the thunder howl
as windswept trees whisper my name,
so I close my eyes to the chill of the moon
pushing blue hues through my glass pane.

I joined
a poetry club today
then quickly realised
they were not interested
in anything I had to
say
and more  importantly
in my world
that’s okay .

He's drinking too much
At 80 years old
Trying to dull whatever it is
That has settled into his soul
He wants to forget
All of the dirt
He has pushed under his rugs
And all of his drinking
Got me to thinking
That old man should get better drugs

Everything starts from a Mother,
Feminine energy,
Energy; has the power to give
first home to a child,
A sense of security and
a sense of peace,
And a hope to breathe and grow,
And everything ends on a Mother,
A soil,
A mother to open itself to embrace
you' when you say
goodbye to this world,
Embrace your feminine energy,
And lead your life with confidence
and strength,
Because you are a woman,
A woman of Courage,
Strength and Love.

i spent my life trying to please
someone with a twisted disease
i broke myself down
and tucked my feelings away
to become the person
they wanted me to be
i let myself be watched
through the glass of a two sided mirror
of a sociopath
i wallowed my spirit away
and begged for acceptance
but there’s nothing in the world
that i could do
to let the narcissist know
that i am human too