She is soft and cuddly
she looks so innocent
with her big eyes
in her tiny face
and yet
when she sees him
the male cat
she turns evil
and possessive
chasing and hissing
and scaring him away
from me
No longer are they friends
and it saddens me
All because
she wants me all to herself
When the mind forgets its normal routines
And the body relaxes more than it should
Oh does the world become loose
and unfulfilled by mere thoughts
of what should have been done
as opposed to what actually happened
Still good can come out of such weird juxtapositions
as routines become reminded of what is expected
and renewed energy is brought forth
from the mini home vacation
Melon is the secret ingredient
for the flavor and the light colouring.
It is soft and moist
delicious in its fluffiness
and deserving of high praise.
I have never tasted it
but that is because I do not like Melons.
Looking at the problems and not ignoring them
Trying to mitigate the damage before it comes
Finding possible solutions for when the inevitable happens
or
Hiding your head in the sand ignoring the problems
Waiting for things to happen and then scream “Help!”
Grabbing onto the first solution even if it is bad
The difference is what you struggle with
and where it leads you
Calling in sick
Not plugging in the vehicle last night
Keeping a healthy child home from school
Not eating supper for two nights in a row
Waking up and playing on your computer in the middle of the night
This is what moms who are sick do
What’s the consequences
of traveling back
and informing
your younger self
of the horrendous mistakes
you made?
You would be making yourself smaller
and yet we still want to
so on with the experiments
and see what time has to offer.
Never as good as they are.
Never able to be the best.
The work produced is always shoddy
and not top rate,
not like theirs.
It will never be perfect
yet I will never stop trying
for perfection though never attainable
is wonderous in the attempt!
Imagining what they feel
What could make them cranky
or stressed
or unhappy
or bored
and why they react poorly
to the situation they are in
Giving them a break
because you imagine how they feel
knowing that you to sometimes feel the same
He endures my puns
and likes my jests.
We have a similar sense of humour
I enjoy his company
and like it when he comes over.
We seem to really get along.
He is my friend
He is my best friend
and I love him dearly!
It is useful and desired.
Chaos is beautiful
but not always welcome
unless treated as artistic expression.
When life allows you to function
at peak performance
staying on top of the chaos
can be empowering.
Yet sadly, too many fall victim
to the reacting to pressure
and not enough of the thwarting its dangers.
So, beware my friends of the temptation
chaos lures you with
or you’ll end up like me.
Desperately hoping for miracles
and not finding any.
Saturn's Premier Poet 