Mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the ugliest of them all?
Not you chum, you're still too fair
but wait a while, you're getting there.
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Mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the ugliest of them all?
Not you chum, you're still too fair
but wait a while, you're getting there.
I found a stone shaped like a heart
Upon the sandy shore.
She said it looked just like her butt.
She's right! I like hers more.
Low Roller
The tumbleweed blows in,
shoots the breeze in ghost-towns
then whispers its farewell.
Four Seasonal Poems
1.
At the dawn-tide of summer
Not yet soft bitten by drooling frost
We may walk nightly without expense
Except the expiring sense of joy.
2.
As I walked the parks maimed by autumn
I felt all things by that moment whetted -
And knew it to be a vindication of living.
3.
A scouring death
Wets my window-
But it is yet
To scar the glass.
4.
In winds that are frugal
With their convoy
The fallen leaves do not dance
Out of the wet grass -
They only shiver.
Sad Truth
Those who speak of love eternal
Lie about the truth’s hard kernel;
Love is fleeting, love is cruel
Far less flavoursome than gruel.
Why is the Night Sky Dark?
Infinity? The Gods confessed,
"Are not we now so nicely blessed
With finitude? Let skies be blue
And when it's night get darker, too."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olbers%27_paradox
For Good Reason
God doesn’t like me much;
He’s justified, I guess,
but the only consolation is
the Devil likes me less.
Nonsense Auntie, I'm sure he loves you to bits - lol. :devil:
A Rose
A rose blossoms
to express
joy
Be the rose
12/29/2012 r.12/31/2012
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
I remember
having to sit
down, as I heard
those awful words.
You’re fit, thank God,
you’ll get through this.
You don’t know who
gave this to you?
Acronymbus
conundrumus,
a fiscally
transmitted disease.
The house of cards that once was there
Was tumbled by a breath of air
And all the folk who played inside
Have gone to who-knows-where.
music flies
sideways
across the
highways
the beautiful
causeway
in freedom
is rhythm
an almost
sychism
to a ritual
prism
All love is nonsense
it changes from person to person
from time to time
What is eternally true is Trust
nothing can change it ever
unless you broke it!
a fantasy
starts indecise
and then takes
off to find a while
to free its hide