it is nine AM and the spam callers have started intruding into my life that has been uncharted empathy, everyone has to make a living sympathy, it is my part to be forgiving
enjoying chaos, loving the tempest in the tea cup I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up the backward brain cannot make up its mind to God we are all just one of a kind
time will move on, with or without me a drifting raft in the middle of a large sea envious of those who own a motor debating my impact as a one in a million voter
is there a subliminal meaning to any of this drivel something to do with my head being mounted on a swivel rumbling, mumbling, stumbling, through one day at a time can perverse thinking be a punishable crime
pardon me but I am just having some fun trying not to get caught while being on the run
Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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fake crocodile tears
sympathy for a hurt pride
empathy deserved
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Poem:
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if it is not love, it is the trees
a fascination with the birds and the bees
poetry tells stories and speaks emotions
living life by going through the motions
love is learning to see with the heart
knowing that everyone has a part
the very first step is sharing kindness
common interests will soon lead to fondness
today I’ll love my favorite squeeze
a thankful heart contented to please
together we’ll enjoy the beach and some flowers
going home to watch reruns of Fawlty Towers
there for each other as life does change
ignoring quirky habits others may think strange
happy are they who share love and nature
never to argue with the great Creator
love unconditionally, be a blessing
wear a big smile, it will keep them guessing
ME and the Boss Poetry 