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Bust In The Garden

Bust In The Garden

I’m stuck here in the garden, I watch the flowers come and go. I wish they’d turn me just a bit, so I could see another show.

Madame B

Madame B

Gustave’s creation you are fine and fair and foolish beyond measure. You remind me of me. Wanting life to be exciting and romantic and full of adventure, just like the magazines and trashy novels you read, just like the television and movies I grew up on. Is this so bad? Is it wrong to want […]

No Time

No Time

I have no more time, to stumble or bumble, fumble, fidget or fall.I will go over, around, through or under, every time that I meet a wall.

Unnoticed

Unnoticed

The tree that blooms unnoticed, bears sweet blossom still. And has its time of beauty, even on a silent hill

My Own Two Feet

My Own Two Feet

I walk on given precious gems far better than a crown of gold two stands with jointed wiggling stems to bring me places yet untold

Privilege

Privilege

I’m hungry for some oysters.
I shall brook with no delay.
I told the oysters that I’m hungry,
and they must serve me right away.

Piddlin

Piddlin

I wandered around in the Windiwiddle, with a duck and a mouse and a moose with a fiddle. We paused a while to piddle in a puddle, as we mused confused in the middle of a muddle.

I Am Many

I Am Many

What is love? Scientists say love is a complex emotion triggered by our brain not so much the heart like the media wants us to believe. A poet would say, love is like sunshine. It makes us glow with inner warmth.

Father

Father

You fade slowly before my eyes, once so strong and vital, now you sleep in your chair, so tired you say, so tired. How long will you be with me before you have to go?

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