The Kiss by David Walker
I’ll pose to you two
Questions posed to me
Does love remember?
Does time have meaning?
If he said today I’ll love you forever
Would that mean anything?
Would he remember after
We tangled over jealousy
And hurt feelings?
Would love conquer all?
Would the time we spent
Loving mean anything or
Would it be wasted?
I don’t think I could bear that,
That what we’ve had
Becomes meaningless.
Better not to have loved
At all
In spite of what the
Poets say.
Would Naismith get a kick out of
All the fuss surrounding his game?
Sixty-four teams (not counting the play-ins)
Split into compass directions:
Midwest,
East,
South, and
West.
I spend hours painfully
Using logic and following
Instincts, tracking down
Statistics and looking at
Home court advantages.
Jayhawks here, Wildcats there.
Duke, Gonzaga, Georgetown,
Longhorns, and Bears.
It’s hard to keep my heart from
Ruling my head, but
My bracket fills rung by rung
Until the ladder has but one name
In the center box.
A champion!
Iowa State, the Cyclones,
A three seed to win it all.
The perfectly completed bracket.
Of course, they fell to a fourteen seed in
Round one.
Dammit.
Peace, people!
If this song doesn’t make you want to dance there is something seriously wrong with you, and you should make an appointment with your physician as soon as humanly possible. Of course, that’s just my humble opinion.
Music by Clairy Browne and The Bangin’ Rackettes.
Peace, People.
I know I’ve been on a diet for too long when the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt, 32 Flavors, instantly made me think not of ice cream, but of teas. And I wondered, are there 32 tea flavors?
Iced, sweetened and un.
Mango, raspberry, blueberry,
Wild berry, black cherry
Hibiscus, chamomile, and
Cinnamon.
Oolong, Earl Gray
Country peach passion
Lemon zinger
Peppermint, spearmint
Ginger snapper.
Honey vanilla
Green tea, black,
White tea, too,
Yerba Mate
Holy basil
Chai, matcha and
Pu-erh.
I almost left out
Rooibos and honey bush
But apparently they
All derive from the
Camellia sinensis plant
One tea, one love.
I think I counted 28 flavors,
I’m sure there are more
But my Sleepytime has
Steeped and is ready to pour.
Peace, People!
When Studly is out of town I spend my time going to movies. So far I’ve seen “The Imitation Game” and “Chappie.” Tomorrow I plan to see “Cinderella.”
I couldn’t be a movie critic. For me movies are either great or awful, and often I can’t explain why I view them either way. Both “The Imitation Game” and “Chappie” fall into the great category. I’d see them again.
Benedict Cumberbatch is amazing as Alan Turing. If the film doesn’t make you angry at man’s injustices to man then there is something seriously wrong with you. Oddly enough, “Chappie” had the same message–that people can be incredibly cruel. That humans fear what they do not understand, and what they fear, they seek to destroy.
But both films had an uplifting feel, that if we can possibly learn from our mistakes, if we can learn the hard lessons, that humanity is worth saving.
Now who knows what I’ll take away from Cinderella, but if it’s anything like the book, it should be a winner.
Peace, People!
In response to The Daily Post’s daily prompt: if you could live anyplace else on earth where would it be? There is no doubt where I’d go.
I. Give me salt and sea
Let me wake to ocean’s roar
Guide my steps in sand.
II. Relentless waves shrug
Nudging shells onto soft sand
Here are her treasures.
III. Sunset on ocean
Mist caressing horizon
Capturing the light.
Peace, People!
It’s St. Paddy’s Day, and here I am dressed in navy and white. So far no one has offered to pinch me.
Dammit.
Maybe next year I’ll wear this^^^.
Peace, People.
Had to share this! From rachelbeingchatty.com
An outstanding, thought-provoking piece by mikessteeden.wordpress.com. You really should find and follow him.
Just what did you put
your name to Harry?
Two blindfolded
Pin pricks
Upon an almanac
Two summer days
Picked out
For ‘Little Boy’ and ‘Fat Man’
To go skydiving
Nice touch!
Even if
In your own words
Those feral boys were
‘New and cruel’
1.2×10^5 frazzled
In an instant
Largely speaking
Airbrushed since
Time and God
On your side
Does that small thing
The look in
Harry’s eyes
Would, no doubt
Have been a sight
To behold
When he mouthed
That he had shortened
‘The agony of war’
Whose agony
was that then Harry?
If Harry knew Jesus
(I’m guessing he did)
I wonder if they
Had words
Maybe an accord reached?
The green light proffered
Or maybe, just maybe
A quiet chat
With The Begetter
A little reference to
The unforgiving
39 canonical books,
The Hebrew ones
Job done!
Easy peasy!
The old boy
Takes no prisoners
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Closing my tired eyes
I seek only peaceful sleep
Yet I am restless.
Picture By Stasiab
Wide awake at ten
Yawning bone tired yet alert. Sleep refuses me.
Lullabies might help
Come, softly sing to me love
Help me fall asleep.
http://youtu.be/LqB0inOziLM
Praying for Eyebrowz 