Poetry

Struggling to survive.

Compromises made.

Sense of failure undercuts.

Overwhelming despair.

Soul crushing at its finest.

Hope and faith that it will all work out.

They may be full grown

but when the toys come out

they return to kittenhood.

Pouncing, catching and jumping

at the string or stuffed mouse.

Still the fuzzy ball of blue

is the favorite of hers.

Too bad she lost it under the hutch already.

Dirty

Underhanded

Cheat

Pity

Sentimental

Beg

Forgiveness

Ask

or

Pray.

Hard work is a good first foundation.

Discombobulated.

Out of sorts in the weirdest way.

Awesome.

My friends who keep me sane.

Benevolence.

Empathy for those who are suffering.

Frenetic.

Crazy insane energy that sums up nerds.

Nerds.

Outsiders with useful knowledge.

Society.

Humans living in close contact.

Quarantine.

When you are no longer able to talk to your neighbours.

Depression.

The result of plague fatigue and helplessness.

Hope.

Knowing there will be an end in sight someday.

Meowing loudly

demanding..

what?

She is a cat

and I do not speak feline.

More meows,

a few more pets

and she leaves.

Was that what she wanted?

I’ll never know.

Day light savings time.

Time zones.

Amplitude Modulator.

Eastern Pacific Time.

Mountain Standard Time.

Western Hemisphere.

Laughing out Loud.

WTF.

So many scams

were used

and succeeded

with this simple

yet effective tool.

For those who are honest

it brought about shame

and mistrust.

Now

these days

all we hear

is

prepay

or no getting the goods.

Wow, he’s got a full parkade to himself.

Three stories.

For free.

That is what the sign says.

Next to the Coliseum.

Al Levents

Parking

Free.

I wonder who would be rich enough

to fill the entire parkade

with only their vehicles?

I sure hope he is willing to let others use his parkade.

Mainly because there are many kinds of events

happening at the Coliseum

and it would be nice if everyone

had someplace to park

for all events.

A poem is a poem

and a cat is a cat.

Everything is well

until you have to scratch your back.

Then moving the cat

curled up on your chest

is the biggest problem

you will ever face.

To let them sleep

or to disturb them?

The cat will go away eventually

but so will the itch.

Who will win this war?

Certainly not you!

Habits that creep up on you.

People doing their small annoying things.

Ignoring the realities of the day.

Sleeping when you should be rising.

Driving yourself to finish

the one last mission in the game

before realizing the hour in the early early morning.

Despairing of the plague fatigue

as it keeps you from walking outside.

Neighbours complain of loud noises at night.

And yet

you’re the good guy.