I’m from a time, where it was fineContinue reading “On Pause”
to politely decline
those certain questions
most personal in nature,
inquiries that are basically none ya
if you know what I mean
On Pause
Mugwumps and Tub-thumpers
Mugwumps, the lot of you, silent foolsContinue reading “Mugwumps and Tub-thumpers”
on the sidelines watching a select few
tub-thump an agenda sure to fail.
Caucuses challenge contrary concepts conjured by the converts
of the demagogue who clogs
compliant channels with vacuous pettifog…
Wtf dictionary dot com
Much to my chagrin, dictionary dot comContinue reading “Wtf dictionary dot com”
decided to update their app and website.
Doing so they basically did away
with thesaurus dot com and
the synonym of the day.
No Way! I shuddered.
This can't be!
Synonym of the day was an integral part
of how I broke my block.
new year, new prompts
A new year, a new prompt. I still like the look of the words of the day but last year was a wreck which did and didn’t go my way.
A new job, at an old place. A new disease for my pet, I didn’t want to face. But my schedule needs changing, as does my life.
I have commitments now and still have no time. I have a plan for the new year, no resolutions here! Fingers crossed I follow through lest I waste another year.
Maybe I can rejuvenate this tired mind.
I’m a tabula rasa, a blank slate who’s flying blind. Easily distracted from the goals I hold often tripping over threads and falling into rabbit holes.
Just like now, I’ve barely punched in, and am already bitched at by a privileged prick about tips. Oh (insert eye roll) I’ve had enough but I’ve got to let it go. There is a future for me and more to write. I already have 2 on the back burner to start before tomorrow, if I don’t then I can’t regret when I lament about where my dreams went.
memories
for every moment there is a melodyContinue reading “memories”
a seemingly random lyric
it can conjure a long lost memory
or define the time
where you are now.
It makes you smile.
It makes you cry.
makes you think you can sing
makes you believe,
reminds you it’s ok to dream.
the cryptic rendezvous
Continue reading “the cryptic rendezvous”
I did not want my mind to go there
I did my best not to let it wander
into the desolation of my imagination
so as a distraction
I looked up the words of the day
they so perfectly detailed the situation
and the lines and rhymes started
to flood my mind
a narrative began to form
scribbles in excitement
a poem was about to be born.
reciprocal, somersault rationale
Oh my god she gasped silently. What did he do, now? She shrunk back into her shell and turned away. If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge his actions with a reaction… did it happen? Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, far from it, but she giggled as if it was. I mean the respect was reciprocal, but this spectacle he made of himself had little to do with her and more with the frustration so many others had. We were trapped without a visible way out. Sometimes one had to shout, get loud then do somersaults to explain the rationale. However explanations weren’t on his mind this time.
Wod 12/18/21
w.i.p.
I'm tired trapped in transit between anger and apathy I didn't think I had any more fucks left to give what is this shit! I watch the world around me tear itself in two So much trash never followed by action just reactions mere distractions and another day fades away.Continue reading “w.i.p.”
mhughes poetry 