Coffee is man’s bestfriend Coffee is man’s comrade It accompanies till the end Won’t tire won’t get mad Change is something needed It happens every time Like time it is created To transpire with passing rhyme Coffee and change are so inseparable They go hand…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
prompt #2: coffee & change
coffee and change ~ Portland and the homeless encroach like zombies on the lucky the ones who live in houses in apartments have homes have families who still speak have coffee and change we who have it do not fear it but without the…
Hour Two
The Joy of Unseen Things Unseen things in the air surround her Like hummingbirds, too fast to notice, Bringing beauty, colour, life. Carrying her thoughts on the wind, Casting daydreams in the air. It is the smile on a stranger’s face, Not knowing the reason,…
Prompt #2 (The Joy of Unseen Things title)
Real Science says other people see with their eyes closed. Remember Grandma’s house with the paint peeling. See the green shingles. See the stump of the tree (apricot) she planted when I was born. I only see in dreams. Sometimes I can hear,…
Hour 2: Dog Song
[sung to a pleasant melody] Last night while we were sleeping, The dog pooped on the rug. This morning I was seething, But I gave that pooch a hug. Though what he did was wrong, sir, It’s not the same as naughty. The moral of…
The View- Poem 2
The View -Poem 2 The joy of unseen things Wonders of nature brings Sunset in the morning seems Walking on the deck feels The joy of the morning walk Brings joy to the day folks The sky a pattern of heart felt The…
2021 #2 – The Dog – Best Life Example
Stop to smell the roses, and everything else. Stretch every morning. Play hard as often as possible. Intuitive to feelings of others. Cuddle all of the day. One’s best friend. Gives unconditional love. Always forgiving. Grudges never held. Listen for hours. No judgements given. Often…
Bitcoin Vexation
I check my instagram everyday and to my dismay lately the new followers I receive all have a common theme Bitcoin..Bitcoin they shill as if writing that to me is supposed to offer me some thrills. I politely decline their pitch and yet they keep…
No.2 – Inching into Class – a strategy
No.2 – Inching into Class – a strategy By Nandhini G. Natarajan No one frightened me as my first standard teacher, a nun. Short and rotund, with a cane taller than she. She never hit us but, when mad, she’d strike the ground. She’d…
How We Go On
Scratches and cracks on the surface Refract the light pushing to get in. Through the bends and breaks of the foundation, Searching for center. Fueling the core that keeps turning Long after the will has escaped. Sharp corners abound But the structure does not break….