A gray sky above
Is no blue sky
To dampen moods
Monthly Archives: December 2012
Noise
Dazed
Wandering around
A weak throb
Slowing down.
Drawn into
Games with
Addictive qualities
All day.
Some background noise,
An anime show
Doubles for
A little entertainment.
Left with
Exhaustion
Blocking believable
Lines
Good enough
To count
As
Improved work.
A Christmas Eve Celebration
Gifts given with a laugh
Induced stomach ache
Good natured and goofy
A family tradition.
Here’s a box of chocolates;
A light up toy from the back
Balls for the dogs
Some resistance:
Tug-o-war between two snouts and a hand
Misplaced belief in what matters.
Material presents minimally discussed;
The real treats: jokes for all!
Roars and squeaks go around
As ridiculous things spring forth
Heads shake while more is dished out
Another round to go around.
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Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas!
This is my treat to you.
Brain Fart
Nearly neglecting to write,
A pick at my own mind for a coherent
Thought
Yanks gibberish from the void.
Ideas refuse to open up
From within the chilled
Mind:
Breaks dumb down the hard working brain.
The brick wall which stands so
Tall
Forces the exploration of other venues
To conquer the obstacle.
This brain fart writer’s block
Disrupts
The flow from motherboard to Internet.
This piece, the key to unlock prose inside.
A Frequent Flyer
Under a blue sky
Irresistible beauty-
A frequent flyer
Lands for a deep slurp.
Fueled up for a later
Date; up and away.
The Weekend of Meet the Breed
Winding down from
Greetings and explanations-
“Come see the AHT!”
“Oh, is this like the Xolo?”
Questions and answers
Passed back and forth.
Only a few people matter
Judges need some education
In matters concerning breed
Conformation-qualifications of
Faults versus acceptable traits.
Correct information is better than falsifications.
The weekend of breed booths
One long showcase of various dogs
Is at long last over
And finally normality
Can resume the broadcast
Of babysitting and reading.
Bald Cypress Winter
Arms bereft of green
While knees soak
In dull much.
A Day of Triplets
A date of triplets
The last one I’ll see
A little irony here
As this date fell on my final exam.
Too bad no party was thrown
With food and drink to go all around
Or fireworks set off
To celebrate this unique day.
Simple questions were taking up real estate;
There was no time to ponder up
Any philosophical meaning
Behind what it all could mean.
There is one thing though:
This day may be like any other day
With everything as usual, but
There won’t be another like this
Until long after I’m dead.
The Backscratcher For An Old Dog
One so old
up to live another day.
Life has many little wonders
Amongst all here today.
A metal back rubber
to remove flaking skin
itchy yet again.
With the grace of a klutz,
feet dance as a fix
is received. Now, if only
this thing called age
didn’t need the scratching.
Dew Drops in the Morning
Dew drops hug blades and leaves
after a long dry spell.
Morning fog leans against
Earthy contours.
Mild for the moment;
the midday sun will chase
the droplets and clouds
till it droops against the western horizon.