Hubby - Wo ist meine Rennmaus?
Wife -      ja, ich habe es Richard geliehen
Oh, ok dear. Good night Ivanka…

Enough said,
Or I might be dead.

My give a **** factor is on the fritz.
I’m afraid it’s permanent, I won’t get it fixed.
It’s never a better life than now in this state,
Especially since my marbles were lost, on my way to this fate…

What is pain?
Is it that what we feel physically, oh the agony?
Is it that what we feel in our heart, oh the anguish?
Is it what we feel in our souls, oh the torment, the fear?
Do I know when I am in pain?
I am not so sure.
I can stop everything except pain.
I can think of insignificant or awful things to stop love.
I can think of splendid things to stop hate.
I can have uplifting thoughts to tame the torment, to quell the fear.
I can think of other trappings to not think of something I don’t want to think about.
But when I am alone,
When it is just “me and me” and Him if you like (or need) ,
When I remove whatever clutter has taken residence in my mind, body or soul.
I can feel pain.
I have all kinds.
My body aches even though my head tells me to ignore it.
My emotions afflict me when I am rejected, feel unloved or lonely.
My soul seems to desert me when I have done something wrong (or thought I had) .
I always surmised this was a bad feeling, this pain.
It, pain, is only one of many feelings, emotions and spiritual parts of my life.
I am blessed because I am able to feel pain.
If I were not, I would not be human.
Or I might be ******, Pol ***, Stalin or of the like.
If I did not feel pain,
I could not feel love.
I could not feel gratitude.
I could not feel relief.
I could not feel Him.
I could not feel anything.
What a pity to not feel anything

The cops were lots, but the docs won out.
They took me and my mum in for years.
The families, the friends, the memories are still here I know...
That’s what matters to me.

They come inside,
Without a view.
They exit out.
Expensive as HELL!

"There once was a BOY named Paul.
       who went to a fancy dress ball.
He thought he would risk it.
   To go as a biscuit,
But a dog ate him up in the hall”

I love poetry.
Of course poets ****.
We swim in the muck.

At least that's what the guy in the mirror says.

UPDATE: just realized the first three lines/stiches/observations is a 5-5-5 poem of sorts. Also known as the double nickel plus one type poem ...aka - MY-COO.

Even thought some things get lost in translation.
They don't through friends eventually.
Except For.......

See Kamala Harris and DT. Or the other way around. Either wins, they lose....................touch.

Somebody call the "thought" police.
The "feeler" police are too busy.
Cutbacks are for the weak.
So the strong can take care of them.

Not sure how this will end.

How about now.....



never mind.....

Confusions said...

Contemporary.
View from history.
Gathers no knowledge.

The roaring car.
Put on some sound cancelling headphones
The searing heat.
Turn on the a/c
The rich get poorer
They've got a meter on your bed.
The lonely cry
What do I do now mr. know it all....

One September day.
I spied a poem
Written by me
I wasn’t alone.

Finally, recognition.
After all these years
It’s been a long time coming.
Something’s taken away the tears.

Ninety Eight people.
Have read about me
Something, I, wrote.
For fun and for free…….

Let’s all react.
That’s what the old trend is.
And now.
The information superhighway.
Is spreading the news.
"Happy Happy Joy Joy,# said Ren

If it was good enough for “them”,
It’s good enough for me.

Someone told me they loved me today.
It just goes to show you that it doesn't matter what you think of me,
it's what I think of you that makes me who I am.

Her amber hair
My bulbous nose
Her silken blouse
My thrown on clothes
She still remembers the good times had
I still remember my thoughts said bad
A better person she is than me
I open my eyes but never see
Each day I will regret the past
The time goes by without a gasp
I talk to her just now and then
She talks to me of love lost when
I am the smaller of the two
In the heart my pains are not too few
I could have had it all when all is said
On my epitaph so short, and I will be so dead.
Too late to change what might have been.
The sorry always are late and grim
But the time I had with one so good
Regrets can be what could have should.

You will find something you don’t like about me.
If not, I‘m sure you will find something else.
A final analysis should be forthcoming.
You won’t find me though, I’ll be running with the bulls;;;.

Here lies what is left.
There lies what will be.
I lie down and hope I don’t croak.

Integrity, Honesty, especially Empathy, neuropathy,  uniqueness.....

Two out of five is a good batting average in MLB.....

Fun stuff.

OK I stopped the madness.

That train sailed long ago.

Stopping that is.......

RIP : J. Hinkley - He had the wrong idea. Shoulda aimed at the mass media.....news in particular Unfortunately, he's still with himself.\ and us.

Sign #1 - The *******
Sign #2 - Add the next one over
Sign #3 - The worlds' hands hand over my heart.

I'm number one.
Peace is my hand.
I love all of you (selective speaking of course)!

To all those with problems that I don't know about and don't understand.

Jodie ate an insect.
It's fleece was white as snow.
She crushed it in between her teeth,
And the doc let her go.

I do this daily.
Keeps me regular.
The perks are nice
But I keep getting headaches.

It’s like a smoke screen
Where the two sides cannot see each other
And they don’t care who it is
They just keep lobbing Birthday presence through the air.

I grew up in a paradise,
Quiet, and near a beach.
The skin got quite eroded.
And now I feel like my feet.

A place where I grew up and my mind wandered.
A place where I thought I could fly.
The airplanes would slowly fly over.
So i could spy them with my little eye.

On my back as they flew over,
I imagined I would never let go
Of the feeling of wonderment tightly
Did more than I could ever know.