It’s so terrible
Apathetic poetry
I really don’t care
Tag: #Silly
REMORSE… a poem
I offer this bouquet
That I just picked for you
A sunset shade of yellow
Against a sky of blue
An offering of peace
And apology from me
I strayed away from kindness
My eyes, they could not see
But now my mind is clear
Remorse has taken place
Please accept this gift from me
And put away the mace
Shooting Star…#1LinerWednesday
If you can catch a shooting star…then you’re too fast for me!
Z is for, well, Z…#AtoZChallenge2019
Z was the last of them. The final bastion of the 26 generations of The Letterites of Wordzea, a world with dwindling resources. Now is the dawning of a new cohort called The Hafazians. Theirs is a language that could not be functionalized and understood by the Letterites.
The final battle will be short-lived, as those who have strived for proper verbiage and grammatically correct dialogue will be far outnumbered by the abbreviated and misspelled denizens of this next generation.
Like his cousins before him, The Cursivietes, Z will be left to stand alone in the final days. In the end… Z will reflect on Y.
The End
Y is for Yabracadarian…#AtoZChallenge2019
If I could be anything
I think I’d like to be
Fred Flintstone as a magician
R is for Reticulated…#AtoZChallenge2019
There is a new world I’ve awaken to
Translucent, transformed,
Reticulated and blue
What happened to me
Am I out of my head
Oh shoot, there’s the floor,
I just fell out of bed
Ah, now I remember
As my stomach turns over
Too many libations
For this old treasure trover
F is for Flanagan…#AtoZChallenge2019
FLANNIGAN
Flanagan was a lady’s man
At least that’s what he thought
Many a time he found himself
With his hand where it should naught
Sophia saw it straight away
With a plan to stop the gaucherie
Flanagan fell for it hook and line
‘Twas the end of his debauchery
