Poetry

It may have been done before

but not by me,

so watch as I pour the chocolate

over the peanut butter

and eat a new sandwich!

Someone else’s trauma

does not invalidate your own.

Being happy to lose

only makes you happier for them to have won.

Being healthy

does not mean you are able to do what everyone else can.

Knowing limitations

means that you also know when to exceed them.

You will never be happy all the time

so be joyful when you can.

Universal idioms

does not make you a universal idiot.

Just a knowledgeable one.

Steel cut.

Quick.

Instant.

Regular.

Wild!

What other kind of grain is sown so much?

It says it is above freezing.

Yet, stepping outside your fingers begin to freeze.

Watching the sun go down

sends shivers up your spine.

Waiting for morning

means this will be a long night.

Still the barometer promises fair temperatures.

Too bad for those who have no home to sleep in.

Imperfection is king.

Blemishes bleed.

Faults are picked on.

Bullying is just another tool.

Why can’t we be nicer to each other?

Beauty is different for everyone.

Kindness is not.

Wordless mouth noises.

Interesting rhythms.

Jazzy vocals.

Kool Kat.

You would think someone like me

who makes noises all the time would be good at it?

Apparently I am not a musically rhythmic gymnast.

Beside hunting tools

the oldest indication of civilization

is its ability

to store things.

Precious things like

water, oils, perfumes

and the like.

The most important one

will always be

jam!

Strawberry, Pear or Mango

does not matter to me

so much as it does to my toast!

Wake up and rise for the day.

Yet the motions are slow and full of confusion.

Coffee is the usual pick me up.

Not working today.

Scroll through the news feeds.

Nothing to perk me up.

Maybe it should be back to bed?

Too bad I promised to drive someone.

Hopefully the fog has cleared by then.

The system is built

not to help

but to keep those who are on the edges

to stay there.

Always out of reach

of achieving

the normal society’s level.

Who else wants the poor

to stay poor?

Every step forward

is just ahead of the three steps back.

Socks.

Sweaters.

Mitts.

Scarves.

Hats.

Blankets.

Pants?

Boots?

Feelings!

Warm and Fuzzy

can be a state of mind.