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Poses the dark cloud,
well above his head.
He thought he was awake,
yet he's still in bed.

What is your agenda today,
was asked and said?
Why I intend to keep,
staying in my bed.

My mind goes in circles,
is always my dread.
I have less chance of falling,
when I stay in my bed.

Falling is a no, no,
it is often said,
for when you fall,
you may hit your head.

Too many bruises,
you see often, instead,
when you trip and stumble,
on your way to your bed.

No more tomorrows,
after today.
Excuse me sir,
Say what. What did you say?

Do not make judgement calls,
when you don't know,
what's going on,
in this world, one step beyond.

A purple mouse,
is what I saw,
wearing an Ascot tie,
a foppish style,

in this day and age.
Cut to the nines,
when wearing those jeans,
of polka dots,
for any means.
The life of the party,
that was he,
for all who he loved,
it was for free.

I am not your buddy,
not your pal,
but am a friend of yours.
It's just me, not someone named Al

I'll write about everything,
which pops into my head.
Writing about being alive,
when our society seems dead.

Lack of civility by leaders
of sort,
who should have warned us,
and decided to abort.

No one likes a liar,
except, for this one.
We should have been listening.
Now, it's over and done.

How can you believe in
someone, who lies all the time?
Making disparaging remarks
about women and their character.

I don't understand,
and probably never will,
being told you will like him,
this New York City shill.

Out for a daily hike,
coming down a dusty trail.
Had hiked to the tree line.
Successfully, I didn't fail.

Walking through the meadow,
I saw a fallen log,
from windstorms, they fell,
across a swampy bog.

Cattails a plenty,
with blackbirds, three.
I was watching them,
as they were watching me.

Bullfrogs, perched upon,
Lilypad's, at least two.
Why did my thoughts,
immediately turn to you?

She was a long, tall woman,
in a black dress,
when I saw her enter the room.
A vision of loveliness, no hint
of impending doom.

She talked to me at length,saying,
"I don't mean you any harm,'
then grabbed me by hand,
which was on my left arm.

"Come with me, my friend,"
is what she said to me.
"You may have all the pleasure,
and to you it is free."

I won't disappoint about my ,
having a wonderful time.
when, I awoke, from my reverie,
of this dream and it was all fine.

Strolling down the avenue,
nothing else to do,
except to start searching
for the elusive you,

I rode a black horse,
wearing a white hat.
He looked funny,
being dressed like that.

"I guess since all my cronies are throwing in the towel and taking retirement on schedule, it’s only reasonable I’ve been getting calls from the Mabana Financial Services asking if I’d like to come on down to their lavish offices overlooking the Port of Mabana and discuss fiscal strategies for my upcoming Golden Years. Ho ho, would I ever? Course, like I tell Ben, the head honcho down at MFS, it’s a little like saddling up the horse that ske-daddled when I left the barn door open back in my earning years. Earning years. Old Ben loves expressions like that". More at The Skeeter Daddle Diaries ➜

Three is a number,
uno, dos, and trey,
but not a number,
which includes you and me.

For three becomes trey,
and as you can see,
it can't be you and I,
but it could be we.

Is life as strange
as it seems,
or is this just another,
case of perpetual dreams?

I don't know,
and will not reply,
for if I do,
perhaps, I will die.