Melvin the mouse, Was in a movie house.When he stumbled and tripped,And then he slipped. He bumped into a wallThen he started to fall.He stubbed his toeTrying to see the show. He really did care About the screen up there.But straining to seeHe couldn’t just be. His friends eating popcorn, Teased him with such scorn“Melvin, just sit still!Understand …
Love looks a whole lot differentFrom old age looking back.There’s certainly a lot less grabbingAnd grasping at this and that! There’s also much less needingAnd trying to elicit change.There’s much less manipulation,And attempts to rearrange. Love looks a whole lot differentWhen existence is the only Preexisting requirementAgainst being lonely. By cindy8/16/2017
There is nothing wrong with meThat a nice little chat won’t fixWithout attempts to makeover me.Stop walling me in with your bricks. I use strange little words like quantumAnd relativistic, median and quarksBut that doesn’t mean something’s off in me, I have just a few endearing quirks. I go through life in isolationThinking thoughts too big …
Rudy was a sweetheart.He always picked the good part.Neighbors could count on him.No trouble would he begin. Until the pack would come,And call for him to run…“AhhhhhhRuuuuuuuuuuudyLet out your inner beastie!” Then the trouble he would causeWould make even a monster pause.He’d be just another hellion.Oh the mayhem and destruction. “Run with the pack,Don’t ever …
What, Where, Who, Why, How, and How many/much….I want to call those 6 imperative questions to isolate an event in 3 dimensional space. Is it a coincidence that the number of questions are equal to 2 per dimension in a 3 dimensional realm? Add “When”, a question for time, a partial incomplete dimension we perceive …
… me … … alone in the dark … … one anonymous lump … … alone … together … … amid others … … anonymous monk-lumps surround me … … but it’s just me … … being me … … being with me … … alone with me… “I think I have found my calling …
My love, I sneeze you With nostrils flared Quivering in my own perceptions My love, I sneeze you Far and wide Professing the depths of my congestion I lace my foods With spices to entice Your fancy to entertain I think of ways To extend thee, sneeze Your presence to maintain I turn my head …
Some say the universe is a fractal universe. What does this mean? Is it fractured? Is it chaos? Is it just so complex it can’t be comprehended? Some say the universe is a holographic universe. What does this mean? Is it not real? Is it only a simulation? Is everything in it made up of nothing but light, and …
There are those of you Who would that I Stay out of sane Who would I give up My own inner wealth Just to follow code. There are those of you Who would that I Follow prescribed paths. Who would that I be Much more compliant More easily controlled. I thank you all kindly, And …
I painted myself bigger than me I painted myself with clout I painted myself sturdy and strong I painted myself so stout I painted a construct, big and tall So it could speak in my voice I painted it so that it could be me I felt I had no choice I hid in its …
The world celebrated With wild cacophonous thrashings Jostling for the notice While I hid Alone In full sight The world vied With wild cacophonous thrashings Jostling for the notice While I hid Alone In full sight The world fought With wild cacophonous thrashings Jostling for the notice While I hid Alone In full sight The …
My eyes point to the front of me To gather up what they can see A bit to the left, A bit to the right, A bit to the up, A bit to the down, But mostly just a slice Straight in front of me My eyes carve out small paths To scoop up little …
Bad occurs. Echoes reverberate distortions: “Why me” “Why me” “Why me” “Whiny” “Whiny” “Whiny” Bad recurs. Echoes reiterate contortions: “Why NOT me” “Why NOT me” “Why NOT me” “NOT me” “NOT me” “NOT me” Bad complies, And looks for a different “Whiny” By cindy 2/26/18
Words in phrase, so closely aligned, When said in ways, become maligned. “I love you”, can in context become “I owe you”, in another’s view. A gift freely given, to or from, Becomes obligation, misconstrued. By cindy 2/25/18
My love, you are a drop of water, My glittering, chosen one. You distort the light And splice the sun. You dazzle the eye And dim the mind. You are an amorphous mass Held in tight symmetry By surface tension. My love, you are a drop of water, While I, I am the ocean. I …
SINGLE By cindy 2/5/2018 The difference between being single or not Is whether you get to tell them When you’ll be home and Whether or not they care…
WITHIN By cindy 8/19/2017 Between The tangible and the intangible Lies my self You are here, but are not You are not here, but here you are Words may fail me Words may fall flat Words may pale and disappear Words may never be spoken It matters not You may be, or be not It …
REALIZATION By cindy 8/20/2017 I realized something this morning. I realized that I am okay. I realized that I’m a good person Way down really deep inside I’ve been having some hard times Mostly from loved ones showing me Things that are flawed, wrong, or broken About myself, that I couldn’t see. But of all …
DEAR CASE WORKER By cindy 8/27/2017 I went back to bed again This morning, after I woke. I wasn’t really tired, at all. I’d just reread what you wrote. I’m sure they thoroughly train you To do what you do to your queue. I’m sure its very interesting The contortions I have to go through. …
A leading question Stood in the front All smug and knowing And rather blunt A few little answers Ventured to say But the leading question Shook its head, “Nay! “There’s only one answer. All others rejected.” So all of the answers Turned away dejected. “Come on! Give a try!” The question kept prying. But they …
Levi speaks words in two different ways, Spanish and English, on different days, And once in a while, just for funs, He combines words to make new little ones! In English what is “Water”, In Spanish is called “Agua”. Sometimes he’ll not bother And just asks for “Wagua!” In Spanish he likes “Pez”. In English …
Aria went to the store To get toys, and clothes, and more. Nanna Ninny and Mom went too In hopes to buy something new. Aria wore beautiful clothes! A pink shirt with a little grey bow, And under, not one, but two, Fluffy and flouncy tutus! Nanna Ninny climbed up and sat In the car, just like …
Olyvianna had a problem She always squirted ink When she was with her friends And then she would shrink She’d hide far away Far far and away Worried about what Her friends would say When they were playing Enjoying the laughter Her ink would just squirt out All that much faster No matter how much …
Freddie the Frog Sat alone on a log Feeling quite sad, And a little bit mad. He picked up a frond Lying next to the pond Saying, “This is a dump!” Then kicked at a stump. “The water is brown!” He declared with a frown. “The trees are all stripped, And the leaves are ripped!” …
Father bought a coat rack And set it by the door We piled it full of coat stuff But all was dumped on the floor Father got down to business And brought out all his tools To fix the broken coat rack But the coat rack said, “You fools!” “I won’t hold your baggage! “I …
Little Wally Walrus Was left all alone One night as he snuck Through the bars Of the cage on the ship Where his family lived. He’d wanted to look At the stars. The ship sailed away Leaving Wally alone On a rock by the edge Of the sea. He cried and he snorted, “Widdow Wawwy …
Mikey Monkey went for a walk. When he looked down, he saw a rock! A Blue rock was laying in the sand, So he picked it up in his left hand. His friends called to him As they sat on a limb, “Mikey Monkey come and play Mikey Monkey we have all day! Climb up …
This is a story about a fly A hungry fly that began to cry, For this fly had nothing to eat, Stuck in a kitchen all clean and neat! All he wanted was a little food, When he met this lady who was very rude. She chased him everywhere through the room, and through the …
Said the old one To the young, “You dare to study my scars? You think to understand? You will fail me! It will take your life and then some To map each and every mar. You will never even come close To my deepest central core. For your lifeline will Forever be short Of mine, …
The stairs are well polished, Each step, in the middle, From feet having shuffled Past centuries of riddle. Lichen and moss banished, While ivy nods assent, Muffling the steps, Of each devotee’s decent. The steps hollowed out, ‘Neath worn pious feet. Where did the tops go? Did the stones themselves retreat? Do tiny granite particulates …
He told me I was pretty I replied, “Pretty what?” He hemmed and hawed And spluttered for a while Then repeated himself again, Saying I was just pretty. Just pretty, that was all. But I can’t help but to wonder At this surface qualification. What makes him think “pretty” When his eyes look upon my …
It is quite obvious That I am not like you But isn’t there enough room For me in this world too? By cindy 7/12/2017
It seems to me The closer we be To life’s boundary The more we can see The value in rhyme And rhythm sublime Is it nearness in time To the Devine? For a babe in arm Is easy to charm With a rhythmic pat Upon the back Or a nursery rhyme All chanted in time …
“Earth to cindy, are you there?” No, I am not, for I am elsewhere. I’m flying a kite, high in the air, To capture the sparklies I know are up there. I picnic in jail, to make a point, The only righteous place in this depraved joint. I heal the sick, and teach to pray …
Is paranoia a valid, Classifiable Condition, If all avenues of Trust Have actually been Betrayed? Is it not just a Label That is used to Obfuscate Blame From those Who are wont To use labels As, yet, another Form of betrayal? This is not a Natural State For me, But rather an Acceptance Of what …
My dog loved me From the moment we first met My dog still loves me No matter how old we get My dog loves me She sits on my lap My dog loves me Even if I’m getting fat My dog loves me She doesn’t care how I dress. My dog loves me There’s no …
REVERSE SUNSET
REVERSE SUNSET
The sun set behind me Tonight And I watched its Reflections Off the trees First a blush of warmth Creeping upward Across gray bark And ashen leaves The lower the sun The higher the shimmer Then came the Yellows, Oranges, Pinks, Purples, and Red Garish to the eye Imposed upon foliage The closer to dark …
My biggest problem, as I know it to be, Is that they only ‘get’ what they ‘see’ While I only proffer that which they Have never ‘gotten’ …. yet …. By cindy 6/8/2017
When a prayer is said, it doesn’t depend If it is English or in Spanish. “Amen” or “Amén” is always the end, All differences seeming to vanish. By cindy 7/2/2017
I know a secret That most cannot abide. When we so very carefully Prepare our best best side, And present it, oh, so artfully, Others don’t look to deride. Nope! As we gaze at reflections In the eyes of those we greet, And see our genuflexions, Thinking to be discreet, They just see themselves, And ne’er our eyes …