I saw nature’s force today
Bee on bee in motion
Smashing into the
Patio door then
A fist fight on the
stone floor
Neither happy with
Other not yealding
Tumbling into cracks
Between rugged slabs
Silence
Silence
Reappearing moments
Later
Small on large
Stillness
A fluttering of wings
Stillness
Lifting off apart
A meeting of two
Nature’s force
The Bee’s knees
Consummated
I need someone to remind me
of the things I have forgotten
the lost and the treasured
the forests and
the meadows
the streams and
falling water
I need someone to remind me
that all is still there
waiting to be found
They stood as Is
side by side
with waves approaching
shore in silence
fear ruling
momentarily gasping
for air
Battering waves
rising towers
God have mercy
crushing power
bringing down
wraths of daemons and
gods forgotten
leaving none
standing –
all fallen
Hours in preparation
dicing
chopping
weighing
slicing
Minutes to devour
munch
slurp
munch
slurp
munch
burp
Only the blood of the gods remain
He often wonders of
the early years
was there badness lurking
shades of fear
was there someone there
bad in heart
wishing ill
for the boy
playing the
innocent part
As a wee little boy he
skipped around
hated cycling as much
as swimming along
the fish was caught
in early morn
grand father drunk
lies were told
The years went on
the skipping stopped
he started cycling and
swimming of sort
the grand father died but
the drinking of ale
escaping of life
continues today
Me don’t understand why they don’t like me, me no lucky of women of twenty first century. Me tried to adjust, be modern so me set up Facebook page showing best sides. Nice me photo on page. Good resemblance, me use photoshop only little. Left ear not same as right ear so me copy invert paste on face. Look better. Lips now smaller, bad week scurvy. Skin tone little better after bruises removed, bad EB week with nose fall off, pasted another ear. +Blur.
Me met one. She look nice. Say me smell and goodbye, no kissy. Me not run after she as leg limp. I bath next time and no robe.
Me met two. She nice also. Me bath with spices. We talk, she say she is a he. I say no longer. He scream when me make her she again. Kissy her goodbye. She stay in alley.
Me met three. She not nice. Say me come with plague, bring bad luck. She say no more, and stay in alley. I not stay long, she turn cold fast and no stiffy long.
Me meet four later. Maybe marry this time. Alley small, me wish luck come soon.
What is the opposite of a hang-up?
I used to say I had one
hang-up
but with time I added more
and more so now
I think I need
a word for the opposite
the last remaining
non-hang-up that I can
claim to be my trait
So what is the opposite of
a hang-up?
