Proceed
One door is closing
While another one opens
A new adventure.
.::.
School
The kids find their seat
It begins
When the school bell rings. Continue reading “A Potpourri of Poetry”
Proceed
One door is closing
While another one opens
A new adventure.
.::.
School
The kids find their seat
It begins
When the school bell rings. Continue reading “A Potpourri of Poetry”
.:: Angry Birds
I am not a hip chick. I have never been a hip chick. After 40+ years, I’m guessing the label ‘hip chick’ will never be stuck on me. After all, I continue to lose myself by listening to Cat Stevens and John Denver. In fact, I have Neil Diamond’s Jazz Singer in my Netflix queue. Hip and Lenore are not synonymous. Continue reading “Tragically ‘un’Hip”
.:: A Date ::.
You may not like what I have to say;
Alas, I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day.
Perhaps I was single a little to long;
Or maybe it was that Linkin Park song.
One thing is for certain, I believe love is great;
But, I’ll take spontaneity over a calendar date.
♥
.:: Every Day ::.
Valentines Day. Boo.
Love should be shared daily;
Please use protection.
♥
.:: The One with the Arrow ::.
He’s a naked baby with wings, carrying a bow;
Spreading love and who knows what else, Yo.
The pressure he puts on friends and lovers;
While the single ones hide under their covers.
Cupid, hurry up with your havoc and go.
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