Poetry

Distractions are dangerous.

Reactions are a few seconds delayed.

Choices seem difficult.

Routine may save the day.

Bed is calling and I must resist.

This day begins wearily.

Precious sleep has been broken.

The police have called.

The problems lie once again

with the ones moving out.

I do believe

I should buy more life insurance.

The agora is filled with merchants.

A philosopher orates his lesson for the day.

Wine is given to the thirsty man.

The temple pillars stand straight and tall.

Flowers are woven into garlands

and then lain across the statues.

Salty sea air wafts up from the harbor

as I overlook the waters from my hotel balcony.

Fellow tourists wear their colourful outfits

filling the streets on this festival day.

I smile in anticipation!

What terrible things can I do today?

Make a child laugh?

Or sell some ice cream?

Give an old lady help across a street?

Try to finish my crossword puzzle?

I could donate my time to charity

Or better I could sleep in

and miss going to work!

Will that be credit?

Debit?

or Cash?

What you don’t accept barter anymore?

My chickens not good enough for you?!

Okay they may still be eggs

but you got bacon!

We could have breakfast!

It pierces between

the eye and the skull.

A pain so sharp

it feels unending.

I close my eyes

and the pain continues.

I sip my coffee

and it seems to slightly abate.

The child screams

and the headache comes back

Full force!

I want to be held.

To be loved and to love.

I want to be understood

as I would try to understand.

I want to be thought of

As someone who is cared for.

I want to be taken care of,

to be looked after

as I look after my others!

 

Hugs are my favorite benefit!

Cuddles and talks are amazing.

Time spent together rejuvenates me,

whether it is swimming or watching TV.

Crying sometimes happens,

but smiles always do!

There are three wonderful people in my life

who give me any or all of these benefits.

In this sex crazed world

These benefits are more valuable to me!

 

Not the turkey sounds.

The nonsense inside my head

as I try to find inspiration.

The distractions from the room

and the lack of sleep

from a child’s nightmare.

If you find me curled up in a corner

babbling away

that’s when you will understand

the truth of Gobbledy Gook!

When do you sleep?

Are you awake right now?

Is my morning your evening?

Is my post relatable to you?

Your world is not mine

but mine is yours.

Are you my cyber buddy?

Or am I merely delusional

Alone in my ramblings online?