Throwback Thursday Poetry: To Make Your Acquaintance

hello my dear Lady
it’s nice to fin’ly meet you
i have hoped for this day
that you i would sit next to

please do not take offense
i won’t use a pick up line
i crave conversation
from a woman so divine

this is merely a crush
or perhaps it’s something more
the only way to know
is to meet you, i Implore

we will see where this goes
we will talk as good friends do
i only want to say
it’s nice to fin’ly meet you

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Wacky Wednesday: December 30

It’s another light wackiness day for December. We’ll have to make plans to make December a little wackier next year. Our first old English insult word is Lubberwort. The term is a nickname for a lethargic, fuzzy-minded person. Lubberwort was the name of an imaginary plant in the 16th century said to cause sluggishness or stupidity. Muck-spout refers to someone who constantly swears and talks a lot. Swearing has always been considered filthy language. Someone who talks a lot often says too much nonsense and we could call this filth too. It’s a good name for those rapid speech folks.

We have a couple of holidays and one of them I believe is the most important celebration in our lives. First, we have National Bicarbonate of Soda Day or Baking Soda Day. This versatile substance can be used in the kitchen for baking or eliminating odors among other things. Falling Needles Family Fest Day is a reminder to clean up and recycle the live Christmas tree. Firs and evergreens should only be used as firewood for outdoor firepits and never indoors. Now the important celebration I mentioned earlier. Today is Bacon Day. Bacon lovers unite as they enjoy eating bacon while watching Kevin Bacon films or any film with bacon in the title. It’s the best day ever!

Tuesday Poetry: Comfort Places

Sometimes it’s difficult to find
A comfortable place to work
You can’t afford to buy or rent
A private office and all the free
Public places are crowded
Crowds are bad when you have
Panic attacks and don’t like
People walking behind you
No desk lets you have your
Back to the wall so you
Can see when others approach you
Finding a quiet unoccupied room
Helps but your anxious that someone
Who reserved the room will find you
This is why living alone is important
This is why having a private office
Is important but few people
Can actually relate to your needs
They judge you, they pity you,
They feel bad for you, they do nothing
To understand why you struggle
So, you wander for 20 minutes
Looking for the best place to sit
And relax and get work done
Because you get more work
Done when you’re comfortable

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.