Poetry

The hat looks fabulous.

So does the store.

An upscale market

is what they are looking for.

Too bad all my money

is just change from the floor.

It is always the little things.

The constant reminder of how they cherish you.

They are always being understanding,

empathetic and actually listen to you.

If only they would love you

and not just like you.

That is up to them to decide.

The words may never come

but sometimes actions speak louder than words.

Hold your stomach flat

place one hand on it.

Inhale deeply using only your lungs.

Hold for three seconds

Then scream out all your anger

releasing any pent up air demons inside of you!

This technique is not recommended

for use in the middle of a business meeting.

I am so tired.

These battles sap my will,

my energy, my soul.

I am at a loss as to how to handle the constant defiance,

the stubborn tears, the refusal to go to school!

I have no energy left to be patient with her.

I cannot calmly speak to her about why and try to persuade her.

I believe my rope is nearing its end.

My struggle is so draining

that I might just give up.

All I know is that fighting the good fight

is never good!

The snow blankets everything

covering all the dirty streets.

The cars parked look like giant marshmallows.

As it falls it creates a serenity that transcends words.

You can watch it and think you have seen perfection

for each snowflake is unique and indescribable!

Winter’s cold is offset seeing the joy of children

as they play in the white world created

not just for them, but for everyone!

To start your day

The healthy way

One must have breakfast.

A non sugary protein based meal

Full of delicious energy.

Left over pizza is a popular choice

Among starving students

And those with insufficient cooking skills.

The best is good old bacon and eggs

Though I must admit I also like my hash browns.

The body is only a lifeless shell

mirroring movement it has done before.

The soul is so small

you need a microscope to attempt looking for it.

The posture is slumped and lacklustre

at each presentation so ill prepared in hygiene routines.

The eyes only stare blankly

as you speak and blink once slowly meaning “I know”.

They have no will to live

and everything about them speaks volumes.

I was once a part of this walking dead

and know just how hard it is to crawl back

from such a devastating depression.

When no one listens

and you know the answer.

You try to tell them

only to find what you said

repeated by someone else.

You may have said it first

but they get the credit!

Then people wonder why you are so quiet.

A simple word here.

A turn of the phrase there.

Trying to direct the conversation

back to the original discussion.

Yet blocked by the one who won’t listen to reason.

Well, to my reasoning anyways.

Twisting my words back at me,

throwing the metaphors and dialogues into the garbage.

This fair weather co-worker is not worth my time.

Yet I must endure their spite in order to get paid.

The bum

can be dumb.

When it makes me run

it is less

fun!