Poetry of Everything
“The world’s most famous and popular language is music” Psy
Life is a Musical (number)
Luck be a lady
Don’t be shady
Roll on those dice
Bring me nothing
But blue skies
Today
All day long
Singing along
Dancing, prancing
Even romancing
In the rain
Real life
Down the drain
Feels like
Witchcraft
Sorcery
No worries
Of groceries
When I’m riding
On this plane
All is fine
There is no time
To slow down
Get me to
Funky town
My life is
A musical
Today
An homage to Mothers everywhere
“My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it” Mark Twain
Mom
A Superhero
Without a cape
A villain
Without a bait
You may not
Be perfect
Or even a saint
A vision of Madonna
I wouldn’t paint
Often
I neglect
To tell you
Never a zero
Always my hero
My go to
Mom
Omistettu kaikille Äideille, erityisesti Mammalle
“Äidit ovat vaistomaisia filosofeja” Harriet Beecher Stowe
Äiti
Voimanainen
Erilainen
Ei elämäsi
Helponlainen
Selviytyjä
On yhtä hyvä
Kuin kylvetty
Viisauden jyvä
Nimesi
Mukanani
Kannan ikäni
Äiti
“There are four basic food groups: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles” ~Author Unknown
Chocolate is The Answer, Who Cares What the Question is!
You may be iconic
But also diabolic
It’s quite symbolic
To call me a ‘holic
But still I frolic
When I get glycogenic
Pining for your taste
Of the full flavour laced
With truffles
My mouth muffled
When I eat
My favourite treat
My life in dire straits
Would be
Without the traits
You offer me
Oh sweet Chocolate
Thee
“If you don’t like me, fine. It’s not my job to make you happy”
I may not be Everyone’s Cup of Tea, but I am Someone’s Double Vodka
You dont have to like me
Or be my friend
I am not looking for a life partner
Just someone to understand
If you expect to mend
And change my existence
I’d rather you just pretend
Then try to fix it
Somewhere
Someone
Is buying
What I am
Selling
I may not be
Your cup of tea
But surely some one
Prefers me
As their double vodka
“Tempted to type meaningless twaddle all the time on Twitter…with alliteration, no less!”
E.A. Bucchianeri
Of Cliques and Sandboxes
The social media
With it’s exclusive cliques
Reminder of a passed era
Playing in a sandbox
When one was six
Call it fandom
Call it friendship
The last ship
You ever expected
To be on
Hook, line and sinker
They reeled you in
Ready to give up your thinker
For world of cyber within
Playing by the rules
Set only by a few
If you won’t comply
Then out you will fly
Highly addicted
Utterly conflicted
Still trying hard
To get disconnected
No one seen
In the darkened room
The only light
From the screen
Sitting quietly
Wondering
If there is
Life beyond
The cyber dome
“May the force be with you”
Ode to Darth Raydor
It is
A no-brainer
That
Sharon Raydor
Is
A crusader
A trader
A saviour
Even
An entertainer
In a
Major
Crime
No failures
Will she
Tolerate
Try not to
Frustrate
Or irritate
She won’t
Hesitate
To throw you
In the brig
If she won’t
Get her way
There will be
Hell to pay
Still sassy
Quite classy
Stiletto heels
To many
Appeals
Her motto
In legato
Always is
With a bliss
I must go
First
“Born With Teeth” Kate Mulgrew
It’s About As Funny As A Root Canal
You know
That feeling
Lying
In the chair
Thinking
Life
Is not fair
Staring
At the ceiling
Anticipating
Sweat
Covering
Your skin
Waiting for
The drilling
To begin
The sound
Resonating
In your skull
Totally bound
With feelings
Of dull
Contemplating
An escape
Looking
At the window
Wishing
For a cape
Like a superhero
Flying away
No time
The Dentist
Hovering
Covering
Your eyes
With sunglasses
Working
In a quick pace
Before I
Can plot my
Break
My mind
Wandering to
Molasses?
Am I
Loosing it?
Completely
Sugar
Would be
The last thing
I needed
Mouth
Agape
Drooling
Like an ape
Fooling
Not a chance
In a deep
Trance
Or a drug endused
State
After all
Is done
Wishing
I had
A gun
Somehow
Cooling down
Getting up
Staggering
Reeling
A sick
Feeling
A glance
In the mirror
Spittle
And blood
On my face
Must be
An error
Covering
My head
With a hood
Leaving quickly
No looking
Back
Oh what
A quack
Never mind
It’s all over
Until
Next time
When
You hear
It’s as funny
As A root canal
Time to fear
And run
As fast
As you
Can
“The elevator to success is out of order. You’ll have to use the stairs… one step at a time.” Joe Girard
I am Out of Order for Today
Call it
A writer’s block
Or a total lock
My mind just
Put up the sign
“Empty room
For hire”
I will not pine
Somewhere
The fire
Can be found
Lifting me
Off the ground
To unblock
I will catch
The hook
To unlock
My writer’s mind
“Just remember if we are caught, you are deaf and I don’t speak English”
My Partner In Crime
The things
We treasure
In life
My Parter
In Crime
Elevates me
When I am down
On the ground
Kicking, screaming
Of the unfairness
Of it all
Anchors me
When I am high
In flight
My achievements
Elevating me
Reminds me
Of keeping
The faith
When I wallow
Deep
In self-doubt
I am the Jester
To her Queen
The Trabant
To her Ferrari
Where ever
She leads
I am not
Far behind
I would be
Totally lost
Without
My Partner
In Crime
