Poetry

I hide the controller

in places that are obvious

if someone actually is looking

yet it means the child

must hunt for it

before they can use it

to go on the Xbox in the middle of the night

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!