ANTICI…..

Expectations knocked up,
fantasies that should be locked up,
I await,
the coming evening to anoint.
Not sure which wick we’ll burn,
which twist we’ll take,
which turn,
but I know you never disappoint.

The Blowing Sucks

It’s harsh and cold,
Keeps things in flux,
The wind may blow,
But it also sucks.

Christmas Discretion

It’s Christmas time,
So be discreet,
Keep your pain packaged,
All tight and neat,
Don’t let it show,
To no girl or boy,
Don’t ruin others Christmas joy,
Just keep it bundled,
For yourself,
Try and hide it,
On the shelf,
Your tears will dry,
The anguish smother,
Then this day will pass,
Just like any other.

FACEBOOK CHRISTMAS

T’was the night before Christmas,
And no way to deny it,
Things were quite calm,
Even Facebook was quiet,
It seemed most were offline,
And had gone to their beds,
While visions of email cards,
Danced in their heads,
All was done that could be done,
And the timing was right,
To say Merry Christmas to all,
And to all a goodnight,
May your Christmas be grand,
For thee and for thine,
Though you’ll not see this,
Till you come back online.
;o)

TWISTED PANTIES

Are you stepping on eggshells?
Saying what is expected?
Avoiding waves and swells,
Politically corrected?
Are you afraid that it’s crude,
To put a nose out of joint?
Feel like you’re being rude,
Trying to make your own point?
Don’t worry so much,
Just learn to speak free,
Don’t use “nice” as a crutch,
We’re not supposed to agree,
We’re supposed to be true,
Express ourselves clearly,
Just speak for you,
Hang onto that dearly,
Step on a few toes,
Every fence can be mended,
And no one’s died as that goes,
From just being offended,
So let down your charade,
Stop your resisting,
I’m sure panties were made
To stand knotting and twisting.

SNOWFLAKES

Though they met at high velocity,
I sensed no animosity,
But it piqued my curiosity,
And I wondered how they felt,
As they fell from up above,
In a dizzy bump and shove,
Were they just looking for love,
In the knowledge they’d soon melt?

Reaching Out or Falling In?

Has that person you adored,
Somehow become your sounding board?
Instead of love, comfort, and praise,
Do they hear you whine about your days?
Instead of conversations, interaction,
Do you just spew dissatisfaction?
Do you go on about each bump and groan,
In a way you wouldn’t if alone?
Do you suddenly fall into dissin’,
Just cuz there’s someone there to listen?

Inhaling Deeply

I sense it could shatter,
In a million shards,
It sometimes feels,
Like a house of cards,
And in those moments,
I hold my breath.

LESSONS LEARNED?

Oh if I knew then what I know now,
I’m sure that things would change somehow,
I’m sure they would, well pretty sure,
I know life now; I’ve had the tour,
My wisdom now could help me then,
Not make the same mistakes again?
Could I learn to change, or stick to my guns?
Nah, I’d make mistakes,
Just different ones.