J Richards of Sanford, Florida, offers visual and written commentary, poetry and quirkery. copyright (c) 2019
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.
death can’t be cheated
but nursing homes can
what the crow tells me
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!
oak trunks and branches
beaded with colored lights
bitterly cold night
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
