I saw your heart in the shadows
The leaves, damp and dry
Trying to dream
In this substitute chamber
You gave it
I breathed a whispered question
Your reddish, fluid flesh
To all you ever gave it
It really wanted
This is my attempt as a rank amateur. I now know why great poetry, like great art and delicious steak, is rare.
Apart from the extravagant spending, I’m very frugal.
We can evade reality, but we cannot evade the consequences of evading reality.
When I’m not wildly inaccurate, I’m usually right on.
A Consultant – They borrow your watch to tell you the time.
Health Care Today – Death is the low cost option.
The play was worth seeing, but not worth going to see.
High fructose corn syrup is liquid satan.
Rare Beef – Walk a cow between two matches.
A cat is crossword puzzle with no clues.
Originality is undetected plagiarism.
A waste of skin. (Lancashire expression)
Remembercise: exercise you get after you remember what you left upstairs, and have made an extra trip to fetch it.
HAPPY EASTER FROM TFO!
But I was thinking of a particularly evil and sadistic person I used to know, and a book idea came to me.
An addition to the Chicken Soup for the Soul line of books:
Chicken Soup for The Empty Headed, Black Hearted Psycho Bitch Soul
Perhaps you know someone special who would appreciate this thoughtful gift.
Snowy Owl by TFO
smothered by white downy feathers
How about a Quatremot? Probably not, because I invented it.
Apparently, long rhyming poems are a dead end, but short poems are currently popular in this age of distraction. To fill this need, I invented a new poetry style called a Quatremot. The inspiration came from the concept of a bon mot. It is a four line poem with a title, with four rhyming words, and from the four words, the reader creates a mental image and narrative.
Love at First Sight
Kind of a fun little time waster for those poetically inclined.