
It’s
bad
enough,
to
owe
alimony.
But,
filing
formal-paperwork,
at
agreement’s
end,
is
insane 🤬🤬🤬
-aaa

It’s
bad
enough,
to
owe
alimony.
But,
filing
formal-paperwork,
at
agreement’s
end,
is
insane 🤬🤬🤬
-aaa

Hortense had a nagging cough
With no way to turn it off.
–
She tried lozenges or a drop
But the hacking won’t stop.
–
Like a soda, she’ll sputter and pop…
-aaa

Harold had many hobbies for a horse
Mastering many things, of course
–
From kites that are streaming
To Equine Teeth Cleaning.
–
He’s now learning to code in Morse…
-._._._

(For Mr Milton Greg who taught me this word to help me subdivide my high school field show music)
“Rik-ah-tick-ah” is a word that emotes
When subdividing, percussion notes.
–
It keeps me in time
And drum playing, sublime.
–
It makes an interesting word in quotes…
-aaa

Charlie rarely smiled like me or you
Since he struggles with the digit, two.
–
Laxatives and libations
Won’t relieve his consternation.
–
If I had his colon, I’d sue…
-aaa

Life with you was the purest hell
For the time with you I’d dwell
No longer trapped in your prison cell
I stopped buying the bullshit you’d sell
As I had rather disliked its smell
Free from the bounds of alimony as well
Much happier as you can tell
Beyond glad I broke your spell
Picked myself up from where I fell
Living my best life as all things gel…
-aaa

Once
there
was
a
boy
named
Tony.
He
was
very
different
he
was,
sensitive…
-aaa
Originally Published April, 27, 2024

I dance now alone.
To my own strange beat and style.
Without fear or care…
-aaa

Defensivepensiveness
-aaa

Poetry has a beginning, middle, and end.
–
First a line or two, appear in the minds eye.
Next we Expand on the initial ideas.
–
Lastly, we examine all poetic forms we know.
Find one the best resonates with our ideas.
And finalize all lines and ideas to the adopted form.
-aaa

Tommy toucan was so tall
All the other birds seem quite small.
–
In his tree-branched nest
His head always hits the crest.
–
I hear he’s taking up volleyball…
-aaa

Warm tendrils of air greet me
A salty smell in the air
Warm soft sand beckons
Chilly Pacific waters thunder aloud.
–
The sun burns away wispy clouds
As I walk towards the sea
The tide cramps my toes at first touch
Audible rises and falls of a beach crowd.
–
I adjust to cool water in seconds
My adrenaline takes over
I duck under a large wave
Hearing scarcely a single sound.
–
The coastal beauty sets my soul free
Feeling no objections…
-aaa

What is in our souls?
The essence of everything.
We are and will be.
-aaa

Your three words today are:
FINGER
DIGIT
TOE
Wild Crazy Joe

Wild and crazy Joe
Had a finger for each toe.
–
Extra digits were fun
Except when he’d run.
–
Toeless, his balance would to and fro.
–

Inhale… exhale…
You’re doing it now.
–
Inhale… exhale…
It’s relaxing and how.
–
Inhale… exhale…
Your day is done.
–
Inhale… exhale…
Now have some fun.
–
Inhale… exhale…
You got this all.
–
Inhale… exhale…
You’ll succeeded not fall.
–
Inhale… exhale…
The future is yours to choose.
–
Inhale… exhale…
You will have it all win or lose.
–
Inhale… exhale…
Just take a deep breath.
–
Inhale… exhale…
Stop worrying about death.
–
Inhale… exhale…
Don’t think of a thing.
–
Inhale… exhale…
Just hear nothing and sing.
–
Inhale… exhale…
Let out some sighs.
–
Inhale… exhale…
relax, and close your eyes……
-AAA 06/24/2024

I feel like such a fraud today
Unsure of what led my feelings astray.
–
Everything I seem to write
Is coming out wonky, this day and night.
–
I’ll just keep trying and do my best
And get this venting off my chest.
–
It’s not right for a guy to feel insecure
Yet, all of my life I have to endured.
–
Sensitive guys are very rare
But I am myself so I will share
Whether or not, you really care
I’m just making you all aware…
-aaa

You
are
not
alone.
–
Join
me
in
the
darkness.
–
And,
we’ll
find
the
light…
-aaa

I
haven’t
written
–
Anything
new
today,
yet.
–
I need ideas…
-aaa

Why
write
a
haiku?
–
With
so
many
other
poetic
forms.
–
Well
I
say
why
not???
-aaa

Every poem is a battle
Fiercely fought over:
Words, technique, and style
I wish it came easier.
–
But I have to claw and fight
For every word or phrase I write
Maybe I’m meant for other things
Like cooking fries and onion rings.
–
Writing shouldn’t be a war
It should be a lot of fun
Not second-guessing to, abhor
It shouldn’t be fought, it should be won…
-aaa

Mocking the trees
Won’t make you more
So let it go.
–
Like sky and breeze
You cannot change the score
Trust me, I know.
–
Like bird to bees
Nature’s implore
Must ebb and flow.
–
Accept with ease
Close this door
And know your role…
-aaa

Chauncey was a raconteur.
–
Taking on life as it came
With smooth contemplation.
–
His death, however
Came about
As a clumsy shock…
-aaa

Flowers ebb in the breeze
The air is filled with motion
Clouds wisp by
I close my eyes.
–
So much beauty here
Lots of movement in the trees
Such a lovely afternoon
I suddenly realize.
–
I let out a gentle sigh
This moment won’t last
It unfortunately, must end
I feel, a small disappointment, rise.
–
Alas, time, we cannot freeze
No matter how hard we try…
-aaa

Life is here
Much to live
You’ve got time
Much to give.
–
Don’t think hard
Doesn’t work
Stressing self,
Muscles, jerk.
–
Just relax
And stretch out
No troubles,
You’re without.
–
Just listen
To a song
With its notes
Am I wrong?
–
All your tunes
Define you
Passions and,
What you do.
–
Feel the breeze
On your face
And its soft
Warm embrace.
–
Just let time
Fall away
Enjoy life
In this day.
–
Remember,
It’s so short
And precious
I report.
–
Living, now
Is the best
Take your time
Pass the test.
–
No regrets
Only ease
With grace and,
Inner peace…
-aaa

Lying down silently all by myself.
Contemplating what my Sunday will bring.
Maybe, I’ll play games that are on my shelf.
Living alone can have a longing sting.
Sometimes sitting still, not doing a thing.
Anxious, I await, a telephone’s song.
Hoping the delay won’t be very long.
Relaxation is tough, with Monday near.
In the very least, I’m where I belong.
With a bright future that is crystal clear…
-aaa

All of my efforts.
Written words of permanence.
Forever shared here.
-aaa

Trump hates Biden
Right hates left
Hatred in politics
,and in America,
Politics in hatred
Left hates right
Biden hates Trump…
-aaa

Lovers can be fools.
Throwing caution to the wind.
Then hearts get broken…
-aaa

Just stay close to me.
And I’ll always have your back.
Trust goes a long way.
-aaa

Just lie down with me.
Lay your head upon my chest.
You’ll hear my heart beat.
Gently gradually faster.
Soft hair on my abdomen…
-aaa

Why are you doing this to me?
Just stop it and set my heart free.
You’re being so cruel.
Played me for a fool.
That’s your rule.
To a “t”.
-aaa

Rampant runs nihilism
Friends destroy friendships
Stupidity is Politicization
,worldwide,
Politicization is stupidity
Friendships destroy friends
Nihilism runs rampant😢😢😢
-aaa

Pointless is love
Energy of waste
Selfishness is dominant
,these days,
Dominant is selfishness
Waste of energy
Love is pointless…
-aaa

Flames lick and engulf all around them.
Consuming all, as every object is, fuel.
Lifetimes of riches saved, stored, and destroyed in an instant.
Huge write, black gray tendrils rise in every direction from the commotion.
Smoke choked ash falls, as a rainfall of death.
All covered, ghostly-white grays and blacks.
Smells of smoke dirt and all the melted.
Lungs hurt and strain, with stinging and coughing.
Eyes burn and tear up in a foggy haze of the charred aftermath.
Many of the bravest humans, rush toward and into the flames to save all they can.
Brief victories aren’t celebrated huge losses mount up.
How long will this hell last when will the fire’s hearty appetite be satisfied???
One house more? One more teddy bear erased?
Many people suffer the grief of egregious loss and its endless misery.
The evil of hopelessness tries to set in.
Waiting among all evacuated, pondering and praying over losing everything.
The hopeful wish, with their might, for a pouring rain to douse all of the hellfire…
–

Give into the night.
Let your instincts take over.
Passionate heartbeats.
Will beat faster and faster.
As carnal desires heat up…
-aaa

Forget about Mrs. O’Leary’s cow
Instead of fires, Carlene takes a bow.
–
Her logic was curved
Applause, undeserved.
–
She’s taking her encore now.
–

Bartholomew the bear, Bart for short
Always acts up in every way and sort.
–
Opening every door
With shove and a roar.
–
Scaring everyone, just for sport…
-aaa

Yasmin a yak lives her dream
To her, everyday life was a scream.
–
Her barking and yell
Come heaven or hell.
–
Blows our eardrums clean…
-aaa

Whimcyclical
-aaa

Xavier played his Xylophone well
At playing the mallets he excels.
–
His marimba has appeal
As does the glockenspiel.
–
He’s a mad xenarthra on the bells…
-aaa

To George, life is such a gas
Just beware, when you pass.
–
Sometimes silent, others, loud
Of each, I’m sure, he’s quite proud.
–
He must be eating “stinky grass”…
-aaa

Always real
Not artificial
Honesty is critical
In a dishonest society,
Be unique…
-aaa

Warmth, envelop me.
Cover me in your blanket.
Of the bright sunlight.
Tan my skin from white to brown.
As I lay out by the pool…
–

You’re a chameleon.
Changing for persons or situations.
Never the same…
-aaa

Don’t love narcissists
Selfishness, their reality,
Degradation through manipulation
,of you,
Manipulation through degradation
Reality, their selfishness,
Narcissists don’t love…
-aaa

Just below the spectrum of sound
There’s an ugliness, free, abound.
–
Through description isn’t needed
All my advice should be heeded.
–
Ugliness, doesn’t speak it only feels
Pain and hurt that are all too real.
–
Drowning rain on your sunny days
Crippling insecurities, all allayed.
–
Sad thoughts bad thoughts come to mind
Leaving in each of us, a hurtful bind.
–
Negative energy is where we’re at
“Too thin” “ Too redundant” or “Too fat”.
–
Fight those dark thoughts, as best you can
Know we’re meant for better, is our plan.
–
Pour salt water onto the seeds of doubt
A happy life is where it’s about.
–
Take many chances, venture far from home
Endless miles from your comfort zone.
–
Where growth and peace appear
And no longer living life In fear.
–
As you pass each and every test
You come out the other side, as your best…
-aaa

Your final three words for this week are:
CARPET
SLAY
FIBRE
Carl the Carpet Slayer

Carl the carpet slayer could kill any rug
With his tools of choice he slays with a tug.
–
Nimble as a tiger
With every inch of his fiber.
–
As he rolls it around like a slug.
-aaa

Angels around me.
Guide me with your love.
Through each hurdle…
-aaa

Writing a lune.
Doesn’t take a lot of effort.
Just brief, creativity…
-aaa

Finding the words.
To express how I feel.
Isn’t always easy.
–
I craft carefully.
Choosing words that best fit.
What I’m conveying.
–
Sometimes I struggle.
Racking my brain choosing them.
Must choose wisely.
–
If I don’t
Then each of my writings.
Will be redundant.
–
I’ll lose subscribers.
And quickly, just fade away.
Into all obscurity…
–