We gamble with lives
Throwing our dice on the ground
Which way do we go
Month: March 2020
HIDING
Hiding behind words
Judging from the sidelines no
Knowledge to guide you
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Please Just be careful because people are going crazy from being in lock down! Actually I’ve just been talking about this with the microwave and toaster while drinking coffee and all of us agreed that things are getting bad. I didn’t mention anything to the washing machine as she puts a different spin on everything and certainly not to the fridge as he is acting cold and distant. In the end the iron calmed me down as she said nothing was too pressing
THE FLEA WHO LIKED SHOCKING PINK
A flea who liked shocking pink
Went out one night for a drink
She dazzled the boys
And walked with such poise
And knocked them all out with a wink
tHE FLEA WHO BIT A BEE
A flea who once bit a bee
Got stung very sharp on his knee
He jumped with the shock
And took such a knock
As he bumped his head hard on a tree
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THE WELL
The well is so deep
When you reach the bottom drink
Drink drink deep and long
THE MOURNING DOVE
A REPOST
The mourning dove cried out one morn
And I cried too in loud lament
Such grief I knew, my heart was torn
The mourning dove cried out one morn
And as I cried I was forlorn
In agony my garments rent
The mourning dove cried out one morn
And I cried too in loud lament
3TC#191
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/03/31/three-things-challenge-191/
In my household, when I was a child, there was never any HUMOUR, my mother would always quash it. My father had a most natural and very funny sense of humour, and would often try to make me laugh. But woe betide me if I did! My mother would give me a PIECE of her mind.
Strangely, I grew up with a very prominent sense of humour. Maybe I developed it to offset the bad stuff. But to this day my sense of humiyr serves me well. To be able to laugh in the hard times is a blessing indeed. And to be able to use that humiyr to make others laugh too.
As they say, I think that my mother was cutting off her npNOSE to soute her face, and I find that very sad.
DISTANT WOODS
One day the distant woods enfolded me
Wrapped within their sensual green I rested there
Alone apart from nature’s kiss
I talked with all who gathered there
Birds who sang in chorus proud
Rabbits running wild and free
Snakes a’slithering in the grass
Squirrels darting up the trees
Oh how blessedI was that day
That now seems oh so long ago
But in this time you wait for me
One day I will rest again you will enfold me
Once again
UNIQUE WALKS
Unique
The walks we take
Whether by choice or chance
Alone we tread our weary way
Sometimes
Touched by
Those on different walks when when paths join
And oh how sweet that touch
Just for a while
We sing
