rhymes – mhughes poetry

85 degrees in February!
Oh LA and your endless summers.
Barely any need for sweaters,
only in December.
I look up
only to have those blue skies remind me
that I need to acquire an awning.
It has been a couple of years
the Santa Anas have taken their toll,
the current tarps had to go.
After next week's paycheck,
must make a trip to Home Depot,
then look for a reliable friend,
before those wicked winds come back again.
I have someone in mind,
our interactions have so far
been founded on trust,
but maybe he's not up to the task.
We'll see, I’ve yet to ask.

the day started late I slept in but now it's afternoon I'm awake wondering what's the plan Will I get to those errands I've been putting off Will I find the energy to go for a walk Perhaps I'll take the time to color my hair it is, after all, the start of a brand new age & I should attend to these grey strays I should do a lot of things I just have to start with one.

Sometimes I feel so slow because my mind takes its time 
and I don't always get the messages filled with hidden agendas
the irony being that I'm a huge fan 
of the double entendre and witty word play
which comes in handy writing poetry
but in conversations and other real life situations
I often want to pause and ask for clarification 
but due to intimidation
I'll just run with the misinterpretation
in all its awkward glory 
before I change the subject
and go off topic
someday it’ll make a great story
“Remember that time…”
but honestly that is all just speculation
I'm not usually aware of being in a situation
I'll most likely react with a blank stare
and an even more awkward smile
and a silently stated ‘OK’
before I turn around and go
before you know I'm slow.

Spring has arrived
and the zodiac has spun a full circle
flowers bloom, birds sing
all kinds of pretty girls
sport a good man’s ring
all kinds, that is, but me
my love life is as barren as a desert floor
my heart lies there alone
wilted like a rose
there are no crushes
I can look forward to
or have brighten my day
the sky may be blue
but all I see is the grey.
yes, spring may have arrived
but for me winter never left.

Tag: rhymes

reprobate, acquire, awning

to do list

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spring has arrived