J Richards of Sanford, Florida, offers visual and written commentary, poetry and quirkery.
I Begged ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Loves sweet song A melody of kisses A love that’s strong Its all about the Mrs My life, my wife For her, all my wishes I would give my life No second thought My soul I’d sacrifice With pain she’s wrought I feel its anger too Doctors help she’s sought There’s nothing […]
Not lentil? Cooking cats? I love the last line and the implications therein fraught: do felines snore? One imagines you purring in a growing buzz to ooooohhhhmmmmmm your cats toward the naps they were going to take anyway. Entirely charming haiku, Juice.
Cents of Humor; sense of horror. Recall, sir, crows notorious friends of Coyote and all that relationship honors. Methinks its the nursing homes who may cheat, amigo.
I’m glad I saved three superlatives from the last Reblog. Got a flash of quickfreeze between two warm breezes and want desperately to see what the kid at the streetcorner thinks of my new ensemble as I Parade back to Gardenland. My collard greens seedlings seek a steady mover-to-more-sun. At last: A job for me.
Classical, Bruce. Words and Musical Tree Lights paint A Slight Poem Train catches ‘magins!
dreamt ‘th’nam’ sunday:
now know why – december nine
one of me forgot
Demo ‘pologist
slide-steps ‘The Point’ with such ease:
They teach that in school?
How hard did you run
to catch that nasty cold, dear?
Just chase the slow ones!
Trashman and I talk:
worth more than ‘Reggie’ to me,
and he does more too!
sometimes, seeing smiles
from ‘Dog’ at his thorough wash,
wander in envy
