Month: November 2017

o time… precious time precious moments… live each breath many miles of smiles sadly… if only life with no prohibitions nature once decreed life at the present human inflicted deadlines why… life will live on © Mick Talbot 2017 Inspired by and dedicated to Fragilistic

via Haiku | Time — Mick E Talbot Poems

crowd, people not athome mash of smells tastes. tones. together, every one,alone. © Anthony Gorman 2017 The post the lonely crowd, worded appeared first on POETRY PASSION.

via the lonely crowd, worded — POETRY PASSION

How do you make a groan man cry: pay him too much – new tax bracket!

How do you make a hormone: don’t pay her at all!*

• (The later question-response session was held one fine Sunny afternoon at my little brother’s place.  His daughter was with us to reprobates chattering and chewing and suchlike.  So I turned to Storm and said with an evil glint in all nine of my eyes: How do you make a hormone?”
• Without a batted eye – or nose – he looked first at me and then at his then 20-something daughter: “Don’t pay her.”
• She groaned.
• He gleed.
• I cried – ’tis best to wet the wooden floor before moping it up with your rolling body.
• I had no idea Storm knew the jape or even its translation.  And now his daughter has something useful to know from all the terrible other stuff I added to her extra curricula.

Better’n cold pizza

and beer breakfast: cold pepsi,

cold butter popcorn:

The soda just before flat,

the ‘corn made the night before!

better’n cold pizza

and beer breakfast: cold pepsi,

cold butter popcorn

gorgeously warm hose

water steaming in the sun

will wash clothes…or me