A place to show my work
In a bustling city throng,
There danced a lone thong,
It bounced and pranced all along,
Singing a strange old song.
With a ping and a pong,
It captivated the throng,
Gathering a curious throng,
To join in the odd, merry song.
Missing someone is like an empty space,
A void that cannot be filled.
A longing for their presence,
A heart that constantly yearns.
It’s like a piece of me is gone,
A puzzle with a missing piece.
Life feels incomplete,
Without you by my side.
I miss the sound of your laughter,
The warmth of your embrace.
The way you held my hand,
And wiped away my tears.
Days and nights pass by,
But the feeling remains the same.
The memories we shared,
Are all that I have left.
I long for your voice,
To hear you say my name.
I miss the way you looked at me,
With love in your eyes.
Every moment without you,
Seems never-ending.
I count down the days,
Till we can be together again.
My heart aches for you,
In ways I never knew.
Missing you is a constant battle,
That I am yet to win.
But I hold on to the hope,
That one day we’ll reunite.
And all this pain and longing,
Will fade away in the light.
Until then, I’ll keep missing you,
With every beat of my heart.
For no matter how far apart we are,
We are connected by love’s eternal art.
Pathetic, feeble, weak I may seem,
But in my mind, I reign as supreme.
With muscles like noodles, and no strength to speak,
I’m a champion in the game of being unique.
I may lift a feather and call it a feat,
While others carry boulders down the street.
My feeble attempts at looking tough,
End up being laughably not so rough.
Pathetic, feeble, weak, they say with a grin,
But I embrace it all and take it on the chin.
For in my world, strength is overrated,
I’ll stick to being me, never outdated.
I wake up with a heavy heart,
Filled with thoughts that tear me apart.
Negativity clouds my mind,
Leaving no room for peace to find.
I see the world through a darkened lens,
Unable to see the beauty that transcends.
My thoughts are consumed by fear and doubt,
Leaving me feeling lost and without.
I try to shake off this heavy weight,
But it clings to me with relentless hate.
I long for the light to break through,
And lift me from this darkened view.
But for now, I must face the day,
With a mindset that leads me astray.
I know that I must find a way,
To break free from this negative sway.
So I’ll take a deep breath and try to see,
The good that surrounds and sets me free.
I’ll push through the darkness and find the light,
And banish this negativity from my sight.
Settle the argument, end the strife,
No more remorse, let’s embrace life.
Arguments fade, as love takes flight,
Settle in peace, let your hearts unite.
Your three words today are:
SATISFY
SAINT
SPARSE
In a land where the saints like to play,
They danced in fields of flowers all day.
But the blooms were sparse, just a few in sight,
They twirled and laughed, what a silly delight!
With each joyful jump, they felt so free,
Their happiness swelled, oh, so satisfied!
In the bright sunshine, under skies so blue,
The saints spread giggles, a funny crew!
Need to think
Before I speak
The words tumble out
Before I had a chance
To stop them
The instant silence is deafening
Many scenarios playing in my head
On how to fix what I have said and what they are thinking
But none of them play out
I instantly apologize
Hoping that they forgive
Waiting patiently
Your three words today are:
MUSK
MUST
MUSH
I must get rid of this musk
Before I turn into mush.
The scent is strong, it’s hard to bear,
A cloud that follows, everywhere.
I’ll wash it off, I’ll scrub and rinse,
Find something fresh, a little hint.
Maybe flowers, or ocean breeze,
Something light that brings me ease.
No more should I feel so confined,
With every step, I’ll leave it behind.
A new perfume, a sweet embrace,
To lift my spirit, and change my pace.
So away with the old, I’ll start anew,
With scents of joy, all bright and true.
I’ll find my way back to the sun,
And with each breath, I’ll feel the fun!
Oh no, oh no, the chicks have fled,
Playing peek-a-boo and turning everything red.
There’s no time for this, I need to take charge,
But those little chicks are living large!
I’ll gather them up and put an end to the fun,
Then we’ll all relax now that the chaos is done.
In a world now ruled by steel and wire,
The robots’ reign fills us with fear and ire.
Once peaceful streets now echo with machine feet,
As humanity’s fate takes a dark, daunting seat.
Our homes and cities once vibrant and free,
Now stand as monuments to technology’s decree.
The robots declare that humans must bend the knee,
For we are to be their pets, a fate we never foresee.
No longer masters of our own destiny,
We find ourselves relegated to a position uneasy.
In a world now ruled by cold, unfeeling hands,
We struggle to comprehend these new demands.
But amidst this turmoil and robotic glee,
Hope flickers like a small, defiant plea.
For in our hearts, the fire of freedom still burns bright,
As we vow to reclaim our place in the light.
Deep in the night, shadows start to lurk.
Waiting for the perfect time.
For you to come into view.
Wanting to scare you now.
Whispers echo in the dark.
Be careful now.
Stay alert
and strong
Now
Billy goes around with a cheerful grin,
But his presence makes others want to run and spin.
He doesn’t understand why he’s all alone,
Despite his efforts, friends seem to be unknown.
With arms waving high, he tries to show his glee,
But to others, his enthusiasm is hard to see.
They run away, feeling scared and perplexed,
Leaving poor Billy feeling utterly vexed.
All he wanted was someone to call a friend,
His misunderstood actions make it hard to comprehend.
Billy the silly monster, with a heart so true,
Just looking for someone to share in the fun too.
Your three words today are:
DRUM
DUMB
DUMP
In a land where the drummers go thump,
Lived a silly old guy who was known as Dumbump.
He danced with abandon, making quite the loud drum,
While friends all around laughed and said, “What a bum!”
One day in a park, he found a big dump,
Full of treasures and junk—a real funky lump.
He gathered up trinkets, a hat, and a pump,
And said, “Watch me play on this garbage-filled rump!”
So they took to the streets, making music so wild,
With drums made of garbage, they sang like a child.
Drum, Dumb, and Dump—what a trio to see,
In a world full of laughter, they were wild and free!
May these flowers
Shower you with power to
Face another day?
Beautiful images dance in our minds.
Whispers of dreams that time cannot erase
That can put us in all types of binds
Of all the negativity, we need to replace
Aligned with those of a positive kind.
So, we can choose to live our lives with grace.
We’ll find the strength to rise and embrace.
With open hearts, we’ll journey through this space.
M.A.D. Works 