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Two poems and a joke

“Silence Two” by yours truly

Silent aubade.

What’s made is made.

Then cavalcade.

Debt to be paid.

Memories fade

Then return

Til  you’re in an urn.

“Blue” by yours truly

Blue air on the low horizon

Obscuring the foothills.:

Above white clouds or grey.

The blue and the grey.

And big flockx of birds:

Too much for words.

Like fighter jets on mission.

Is it commission?

A joke

No, honey,

I don’t find your conversation and conspiracy theories

Boring in the slightest but think I will take a cat nap.

SNORE! SNORE! SNORE!

Well, that was refreshing.

Where were we?

A poem

“Silence” by yours truly

No music or TV for now.

Just tinnitus and air con sounds

And a few loud cars, barking dogs,

And monologues.

So dark.

Thoughts in silence

Turn to past violence.

Such dark, such silence.

Sometimes I wince

Seen through this lens.

On drudgery

Just on the drudgery of paying bills today. Had to make sure there was enough in my bank account today to pay next month’s rent. There is, but I am running lower.

I have been living off savings and some credit card debt for a while.

There was a Police song with the line, “When the world is running down, you make the best of what’s still around.”

True.

A poem and a joke

“A Loon” by yours truly

Alone.

A loon.

Pining for the moon.

End comes so soon.

Won’t be ruin.

Hear a  tune,

Odd rhymes.

Sometimes.

“Cake” by yours truly

“Can you afford to eat an extra piece of cake. I really like sweets..heh.. heh…🍰🍰🍰🍰”

“Ha.”

“Do you like sweets? I have a very big sweet tooth and suffer from it.”

“I used to like them. I still sometimes like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.”

“ Am I a butter cup? I bake delicious cakes and donuts myself. My mom taught me that. I hope that I will make a very delicious cake for you.🎂🎂🎂 I think you’ll like my cake, and I’ll be with you for dessert…..ha.. ha…💋💋”

“Ha ha. I like it.”

 

 

A poem and a joke

“Igloo” by yours truly

No heat inside.

Middle of winter.

Need a coat, blanket, and ski cap.

A woman I would like to tap (ha).

Wait for groceries to deliver

Sometimes I quiver.

“Honey” by yours truly

“Maybe you really need to rest for a while, honey?”

“If I keep eating your honey, I may get diabetes. I need to go slow.”

“If you eat me, who will you love then? 😳😳😳”

“I am not a cannibal. The rumors are false.”

“It’s metaphor, you know that. my sugar will not make you fat and will not cause some danger level of sugar in your blood 😊😘.”

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On the middle part

I initially typed the year as 1022, but I am not a Middle Ages scribe much as I would like to be.

But on middles again, considering calling the middle section of the novella “Notes from Overground” because Dostoyevsky’s fictional work is one of my favorites.

It also hints at my interest iin the public and the private. The main character’s life is very public as a politician, but he also has a personal life in his journal even though not ashamed of showing it.

Merry Christmas

The pastor began with  a Biblical reference then in his sermon reminded his audience Christmas is a holy season and not just one day.

His Biblical quote was partly, “In the beginning was the word,” It made me think of the importance of words to human existence.

How do we differ from other life forms? I think mainly through words and sometimes music and visual art. And belief.

“An Exchange” by yours truly

“I like an attractive woman, Does that make me bad?.”

“Why do you think you’re getting bad?”

“Some say it should stop. but I can be stubborn.”

“I like stubborn men…..heh..heh…..😜😜😜😜😜😜😜.”

On middles

I have mentioned in a blog a while ago a professor in my grad school had a course called “Narrative Middles” about works of fiction.

The course came to mind because I am now compiling the middle section of a novella about a US politician who keeps a daily journal after work.

The problem is compiling the middle can be tedious. The main public plot will be exposition and ending with the middle about the main character’s private psychology The problem is I find the middle a bit ike climbing a hill before your destination.

On stability

One of my ex-bosses in the news business described a politician with personal issues as being like a fighter pilot gaining steadiness on take-off. The boss was ex-military.

That is how I feel ‘recently. Mornings can be hard but balance is often gained by afternoon.

I t;hink in medicine they call  it homeostasis.