Atop our belvedere, I can view the lake below home to many ducks blowing bubbles as they go Behind my chair I hide the scene glued from long ago A swatch of ugly wallpaper I never want to show Each time I see the wall I catapult through space wondering who the audience was who thought it was the case that walls belonged to them, with horrid pictures of trees and flowers, birds and nests, and all of the above. So now I sit and ponder what life would be without this ugly wall behind me, I get so mad I want to shout! I want to make it pretty with some other sort of stain And perhaps a silky painting in a circular-type frame I just want to enjoy a touchdownright and relaxed and dream about tomorrow as I rest here on my ass. I think I’m going to make a new tradition with the ducks Just let me take your eggs and I’ll leave them other stuff like bread and fruit from home or tiny little seeds Anything they want and really anything they need.
I remember the day that I made my pledge with a smile on my face, all my words had an edge No major life changes, abundant success No longer a kid, I greedily confess For they have a slight trace of disturbed verity A high on their horse most boisterously But for me in my world a forest full of delight only minor complications, no hate and no spite My oration half over, like caramel in milk Sinking and swirling cream covered silk A sweet wintergreen with a flat outer shell All things I think of, but I never tell Instead I say things that sound masterly My confidence rippled like a stone thrown to sea.
One night in late July We had a jamboree Firecrackers fly Song in harmony The melody was right The group in unison Festivities with all Automatic fun Scintillating stars Burning in night skies Beauty is exploding A wonder for our eyes.
You know what really got me in my own small, guarded spot was that this lifestyle of socializing was the only thing I’ve got. The animus of my sharp mind was exclusively shut down The guilt of my own actions had me feeling like a clown. A column of my articles stood neatly in a row a testament to how I liked my true being to show The guile of the social group kept me spinning in my head It made me realize what it was I wanted for my world instead
Although the feeling all around was a melancholy mood The policy of folks like me was fastidious and good The swell of hope I felt that day diminished in a flash While standing on the center lane, no barriers to dash The happiness just slipped away to crush my vivid dream Like oil on a flabby piece of skin in need of cream Luck would have it no one else here seemed to see me cry Except for one lone shaming man, I felt like I would die. I tried to turn but felt real stuck with sorrow and some pain Jumping now would do no good, there wasn’t any gain. So here I stood aside the man, a standstill in my head Realizing my day was done, so I left and went to bed.
I may be tone-deaf as you say but scrutiny gets you lost an eponymouspattern for which you see, but really at what cost? I produce words and phrases here to get me on a route like mud and reeds go searching in a marsh for land to suit. The insight that you’ve given me with speed and acuity reminds me of my childhood friends and what they meant to me. So here we stop at a junction place where speed defies no one and think of hent in terms of life but where is all the fun? Let’s stop and say we are both here for similar success But I will surely put you down since my writing is the best.
As I sit now and think about the words here today I catenate my words in my roustabout way Its not an emergency this is no jubilee but as I proceed I feel it does amuse me. Like a blackbird who flies in the dead of the night to a flame going out in the wind Nothing surprises my mind anymore, so now it is time to begin I will think of an ambulance whirling away as it seems to cross by on the street While a meek little woman searches her purse, wondering who she might meet She may need assistance here on the ground, her bare feet attached to the earth Or getting her butt up on the bus, the door is too small for her girth. I find that I am like a grain of the sand that covers a wide open beach playing my part in this writing montage wondering who I will reach. Now that I’m done and she’s riding the bus my search for the words has to stop Like a saint kneels to pray the creed that he knows, my brain cells are ready to drop.
I dreamt of a world in a land far away A rainbow spanned the sky, which impacted my day A little bitty bird with pink little feet toiled with the soil looking for a worm to eat The scent on the air was filled with jasmine and some spice A current little something, boiled apples would be nice My mind sent my thoughts awhirl coming from nowhere A platitude of messages, but I really didn’t care I was happy with the world, brightness beaming in my eyes Nothing could be better than those cloud covered skies. I awoke with a start finding myself all alone Wishing I was back there now in that quiet zone.
Way back when, when I was young and I lived in a shack My parents were both generous and gave me lots of slack My name was in the news just once when I was nine or ten It was a misprint I had seen, which haunted me back then. My height was short despite my age and so it wasn’t rare For others to indulge themselves in ruffling my hair. In my domain it suited me to leave my hair a mop But mom and dad they fought with me if leaving our door stop They thought the style quite unkempt and wanted it pulled back There even was the once or twice my mom gave me a smack! And so I live alone for now, as I’m a grown adult I often look like Cousin It, and that is all my fault.
To show off his accomplishment the awkward little man Silenced by the opulence, a foreshadow of a plan, burst into the sunroom to catch them by surprise But the planned achievement earned was not his enterprise. the mother of the baby worked to quieten her tot while one teen sat sedated, another picked a shoelace knot He noticed a quiet lady was swatting at some flies Antagonist by nature or just nosey and all eyes? He felt his plan diminish and realized in the end That people don’t like others who are timid little men.