My
Mind
Is filled
With deep thoughts
Craftily delving
Into bright words that all just fit
–
Far
From
normal
Different
My mold was broken
Revel in nonconformity.
–
So
If
You see
Me walk by
You needn’t worry
I’m just buried in my writing…
-AAA 12/25/2024
All my revere
Is not to be heard or seen
Within the sadness
In the silence, I still feel
Emotions concealed tightly…
AAA/MAD 9/29/24
John, Joan, or a Jane
Willy, Walter, or a Wayne
Some names on my brain
Thinking hard to ascertain
Searching for a name to gain
AAA/MAD 9/29/24
What do they call GMT in Greenwich?
Try whistling eating peanut butter and crackers, but don’t stand too close to anyone.
Honesty is akin to bravery.
Using a glucometer daily leaves intricate dark spots on the fingertips.
I’m peckish for pimento cheese.
I feel therefore I am.
The outside hustle and bustle is so noisy.
What do snails consider slow?
Can I just blink my eyes end my breakfast will instantly cool itself?
Sit back enjoy the ride…
-AAA 09/16/2024
Originally Published 04/06/2024
Written works, what for?
The world’s in love with your lore.
Could you ask for more?
–
Now just pass the test.
Books, sonnets, and the rest.
Then you’ll be the best.
–
With limericks and rhyme.
My pentameters are fine.
Lyrics are sweet wine.
–
My words really flow.
The very best friends I know.
I just need control.
–
Haikus and Raikus.
With syllables that I choose.
Sharing all my views.
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Some stanzas align.
In simple or crazy time.
Free verse is a crime.
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Ideas a flood.
These renderings my life’s blood.
None of them a dud.
–
My words with feeling.
Make poems more appealing.
My mind, free-wheeling.
–
Don’t know where each goes.
I the author barely knows.
In creative throws.
–
This writing must end.
Freeing us both my friend.
For our lives to tend.
-aaa
Anthony’s Crazy Love and Life Lessons in Empathy 