Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

Feb 17, 2025 at 12:01pm
In response to "whimsical words"

I, in my jammies, pen lyrical lines,
mutter inanity, throughout eternity rhythm and rhyme.

Jan 1, 2025 at 9:34am
In response to "This new year"

Child... I struggle. I find hanging with younger people (in their 50s, 40s, 30s) helps... as does smiling at children and petting all cats.

Seabreeze

Dec 2, 2024 at 9:42am
In response to "Assets"

Nice, and isn't nice we all get a reset!

Seabreeze

Jul 11, 2024 at 7:23pm
In response to "My cat rests on my pillow"

This is why you need two pillows

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Or to put it another way... a wise cat always provides an extra pillow for their servant.

Wordsmitty ✍️

Jul 11, 2024 at 7:13pm
In response to "My cat rests on my pillow"

So true. ( It's really the cat's pillow.

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Spirit~writer✍️🎼😸

Jun 22, 2024 at 12:17pm
In response to "Wish for Summer Snow"

Yikes Kare that's quite a big change 😲.

To respond to the blog, I enjoyed your descriptions and contrast of the seasons!
Very nice 🙂👍 and caught my eye. Write ✍️ on!

Jun 21, 2024 at 3:18pm
In response to "I'll Scream within my Dream"

Time to consider entering this or one of your other recent poems into Poetic Traditions (as you have before).

Nicely done.

Jun 21, 2024 at 1:21pm
In response to "Wish for Summer Snow"

I went from 108 to 35 when I came back to Montana. And yes, it snowed; but, now the heat will finally settle in at the end of June. Oh, how we suffer.

At least in Thailand we had a/c. I will wilt next week.

Vanishing Vapor

Dec 17, 2023 at 5:42pm
In response to "Hindsight"

If Christianity is true, would you like to know?

Dec 17, 2023 at 12:58am
In response to "Hindsight"

My body will feed the worms; my soul will return to its Source.

I'm not Christian so I look at things differently than most folks here at WDC.

November 17, 2020 at 11:44am

#998574

Another Morning

Another morning where there is no warning
Of what type of day is going down
The sun is shining brightly and that's alright
But that might not be enough to prevent a frown.

November 13, 2020 at 3:46pm

#998289

Big Words

I recently read a poem written
by a poet celebrated for his talent
I was wowed how he used such big words
to say little to nothing

some people try to impress others by
showing off the biggest words they know
like putting on the latest style of clothes
to look super cool at the disco
a few years later when they look back
everyone laughs at how stupid it was

I'm reminded of those people
at a mobile phone call center who
wear suits while they answer phones
so they can walk around at lunchtime
pretending they're upper management

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October 24, 2020 at 7:19pm

#996667

Rotten Apples

I fell in love with apples that rot,
For them, I'd give everything I've got.
Whether their flesh tasted good or not.

There's something about the way they squish,
That makes them my most favorite dish,
For a slimy black mouthful, I wish.

I know they have the stink of a skunk,
I'm not really a fan of their putrid funk,
But I made a vow and I'm no punk.

October 24, 2020 at 4:54pm

#996657

Picking Fruit

A single lady knows what she needs,
She searches for fruit among the weeds,
Judging by eye, inspection proceeds.

The sightly get a rap, tap, and slap,
Ones that fall flat are treated like scrap,
Her skills make unclear choices a snap.

Her knife slices open the tough rind,
The disemboweled flesh she hopes to find,
As sweet and fresh as she had in mind.

October 24, 2020 at 1:42am

#996602

Show, don't tell

as he wondered what love's all about
she ripped into his chest and dug out
his beating heart yet he stayed devout

as he wondered if he were insane
she rolled back his scalp, scrambled his brain
yet in love with her he would remain

as he wondered why she blocked his calls
she made a trophy of his two balls
yet only her laughter he recalls

October 23, 2020 at 3:03pm

#996569

personal prison

my fear of failure, my fear of shame
I'm controlled by fear like moth to flame
I fear I'm condemned to take the blame

I think I feel my bleeding heart rot
at the end I ask what have I got
at the end I ask what have I wrought

internal cuts leave internal scars
I watch the world as if behind bars
where I write these unmanly memoirs

October 23, 2020 at 2:44pm

#996565

Three Squared

The temperature is hot, I'm cold.
I'm needy as a newborn, I'm old.
Provide a better option, I'm sold.

If someone adores my poems, I'm glad.
If someone prefers to fight, I'm sad.
If someone hates our country, I'm mad.

If you love me for a laugh, I'll cry.
If you stretch out a hand, I'll try.
If you offer me your heart, I'll buy.

October 23, 2020 at 1:35am

#996525

soaring in spring

How about something a little more uplifting?

at winter's end I can't help but sing
for the world's happiest in the spring
this I know as well as anything

in springtime I'll awake before dawn
my legs shakey as a newborn fawn
with hair a mess and my face long drawn

Then I feel a breeze swirl around me
I ascend like a white dove set free
soaring overhead it's her I see

October 14, 2020 at 10:51pm

#995908

Teachers

My mother taught me to love and be loved,
My father taught me to hurt and be hurt,
My uncle taught me to touch and be touched,
My dad's friends taught me to cuss and be curt.
My mom's friends taught me to lust and seduce,
Richard Simmons taught me how to reduce.

October 14, 2020 at 10:19pm

#995905

Inwards

Perceiving inwards, non-surficially,
Imagine something like a single dot,
It may be difficult initially,
With practice comes control over the blot.