The feathered DJs
Strike their beats, rinse, and repeat
And the dance begins.
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Never-Napping Hare
If time is in a race car,
Then, I am on a bike.
I pedal hard and harder
Faster – with all my might.
Yet even when I make good time
It’s a race I cannot win
When time is in a Bugatti,
And I am on a Schwinn.
Family
Familiar faces
All gathered around,
Making laughter, songs, and tears
Into memories that will
Last the rest of our
Years.
I Had a Mind Once – I Think
I had a mind once – I think
It’s hard to remember right now
And then there’s the fact
That I’ve never seen it,
Just used it (or pretended somehow).
Honor
Harm none
Or, at the very least,
Never harm those weaker
Or more vulnerable.
Rather, protect them.
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