Poetry

My friend gifted me a color.

The style was suggested by the hairdresser.

I am glad I listened to both of them.

Compliments have been very nice to hear lately.

There is always going to be someone

that you don’t like.

So be proactive

and be the one no one else likes!

All it took was one night.

This morning

the bright yellow and orange leaves

litter the ground.

Fall has arrived.

Time to dig out the sweaters.

That one is U because of his wonky taill.

That one looks like U but is J due to the recent fight wounds.

That one is V because she immediately meows when you open your door

and then runs up and wants you to pet her.

That one looks like my cat but is outside so it must be L.

The smaller, skinner orange tabby is G.

That means I need to stay close to my cats should I decide it is outside time.

Back in University days

I met a bus driver.

I enjoyed talking to him

but he was of indigenous origin.

One day our conversation

turned to the middle ages.

I had joined a group that had fun

pretending to live in medieval times.

He liked the idea of recreating the past

and having fun as one of his ancestors.

To this day I regret trying to dissuade him

from playing an indigenous person.

To white privileged me,

Only European characters should be in the game.

Today, I apologize to him, even though

he may never know, and to all others

I have hurt by my ignorant biases.

Who’s up for some

Poor impulse control?!

Good old fashioned mayhem

Coming up!

What, you thought this was rest and relaxation?

Nope,

We’re in for some rash and reckless behaviour!

Not even food

can be given this claim.

Clothing for certain

even the stretchy things can not compare.

As for the people?

I may like you,

but you definitely do not like me!

My poems come later and later.

The day wears on.

I used to do them

first thing in the morning.

Now, I want to do painting

before I go on my computer.

By that time,

I sometimes forget about my poem.

Posting a list besides the computer

has never worked for me.

I wonder if a phone notification would work better?

It resides in the recesses

avoiding the light

until the right moment

to unfold

and blast across your head

sending you prone

from the unexpected migraine!

Venture of the pickle.

Battered, deep fried, hot.

Maybe slightly spicy.

Definitely burn the roof of your mouth adventure.

The deliciousness may not be worth the pain.