the largest bag
of Werther’s caramel candy,
(1020g) I often fill my pant
or jacket pocket’s and purse with
these. And of course the bag sits
near the drivers seat of the car.
So today my youngest teen
boy remark’s, say’s, that
I’m 10% Werther’s
Words hurt – words scar.
Words can undermine who you are.
Words can set to a rolling pace…
a caustic environment that has no place…
in what should be a loving, embracing, society.
Continue reading “Measurement of Worth”
And now to sing of the joy’s a new washing machine brings.
For one thing, I’ll not be going to the laundromat anymore,
as I have been for the last two, to, three weeks.
On a happy note, though, I made a discovery; we have one in our small town!
This place, the laundromat, may also be the best one there is around!
With the consideration of buying a new machine,
we’d thought to check out a few places first;
but this turned out to be more of an agitation…
Continue reading “I’m doing my laundry, yes!”
Soon it will be that the flowers we’ll see;
And the meadow’s will welcome new life.
No longer in wait, crocus’s start to uncover,
to display a purple brigade, in hue, along valley, hillside.
Wild lilies sober, astute, stand nearest the crocus in salute,
Continue reading “Blossoms of Spring”
In spring, it’s such a splendid thing
when bud or rosette
along branch-let – stem
form flora’s – leaves.
The grasses, too, start to grow.
Forage – green, starts to show.
Sprouts forming, push forth.
And spring-time floral’s, they display,
shew forth a beautiful array,
for one to see.
Our world seemingly renews, is pristine;
in the presence of all things flourishing.
Oh, so, blossom before thine death…!
Leave Mother nature to try her best…
Empty of her eggs to nest…
In a Robin’s surely home.
Owe no one anything except to love them;
for love is the key to happiness and peace.
To showth love to thy child & thy partner.
Tis’ as thy grandest harvesting splendour.
Erstwhile, as thy hath neglected to bless.
In doing so your own heart knows drouth.
Why thou forgo to pardon thy neighbour?
In doing so you lend your heart a favour.
Love – love is as one’s greatest attainment.
To forfeit love is to rend your soul barren.
It’s as if with some, never
having learned the power of
restraint, they often-times
repeat selfish behavior(s)
o’er and o’er
they dip their feet in
their own grave. Marred by
Or self disgust?
The bars of repeat
And, as for freedom, this is only had
when those around experience the same…
It is enough…
when breath is taken away. Continue reading “Enough is Enough”
disclosing and pretty;
colors marvellously in sync.
A poetic prayer, suffrage
of peace. As butterfly
I honesty think
I could immerse myself
in poetry all day.
Kind of like having a bath in words.
Where the spray, white cap lap in your thoughts.
And you gently rock to – fro in scented foam.
The colors that one sees in these is for speculation.
Scoop em’ up and watch the bubbles dissipate…
Melt as a flavorful candy in your mouth.
Ah, Poet’s Corner.