I never walked you home from school,
Nor did I tote your books.
And I never sat with you in class,
Spellbound by your good looks.

I never watched you walk the halls,
Or heard you laugh or sigh.
And I never felt my envy rise,
Were you with some other guy.

I never took you to the prom,
Or asked you for a date.
And I never had to tell your dad,
Why I brought you home so late.

We grew up in different times,
And in places far apart.
And had God Himself not intervened,
You would not have won my heart.

Snoop
My dog
Was a friend
A companion
A guard to protect
Barking and full of song
Searching for favors and food
Jumping, running, moving with speed
Returning home where he will be safe
Finding his loved sleeping place by my bed

since felicity is first amongst the faculties

it will never need you
to find a golden calf
in El Dorado
or a lost penny on the beach.

when spring-time comes
my beagle skateboards for the World Cup,
and kisses aren’t a better father-land
than wishes

undignified i sweep by all irregularities
(don’t crypto-analyse this)

Too many times I have let things slide.
Instead of moving forward I chose to step aside.
I became complacent in a world demanding more.
When did my existence become such an eyesore?

So many chances to do things right.
Infinite possibilities from morning till night.
All I had to do was let my song be sung,
Instead of regressing with one slip of the tongue.

Survive
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

Ever think of drowning, ending all in a frown,
Solace in stigma, struggling to fit in,
Image cracked, a whole different shape from the others,
A piece missing,fingers not striking equal
A stain they say, a "bad omen" to our culture they proclaim,
Nothing worth living for, nothing worth striving,
Live above it all, for billion reasons speak,
Ability still lives in disability

Ever think of drowning, ending all in a frown,
Solace in stigma, struggling to fit in,
Image cracked, a whole different shape from the others,
A piece missing,fingers not striking equal
A stain they say, a "bad omen" to our culture they proclaim,
Nothing worth living for, nothing worth striving,
Live above it all, for billion reasons speak,
Ability still lives in disability

Everyday life is a total bore,
It can be very hard to endure,
I try to make it fun,
With more love and more sun
Making every day less of a chore

Coincides with first day of fall
and Autumnal equinox for said year,
where colorful splash kindled like tinder.

After I riff flecked about thee August
Autumn Equinox 2023,
this seasonal polymath teached you
fall Equinox will be Saturday,
September 23, 2023, at 2:50 AM,
in Northern Hemisphere
Eastern Daylight Time,
which spoiler alert thy
learned wordsmith (courtesy Google),
when (Our Sun) Welles

It occurred to me
as I came across another
interminable entertainment slaughter
unfolding on my so-called smart TV

That the carefully crafted
blood and pain and fear I saw
was the same identical engulfing maw

of hatred murder rape and torture
that fills almost every media item
in our despairing poisoned broken land.

How much violence do they want
to pollute our daily lives with,
How much horror is enough
to sate the brutality of profit?