Category: poetry

Scooters save wear on your shoes

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Electric scooters are the new mode of transport around town

People whizzing along the streets

Sometimes riding on the sidewalks

They go quite fast

Does this mean people drive less

Or are they too lazy to walk or cycle

Are these scooters really good for the environment

I wonder what their carbon footprint is

Recent research suggests they are not as green as claimed

Riders discard them in random places

Many are thrown into waterways

Or damaged beyond repair

The average life of rental scooter is only 28 days

So the carbon footprint of manufacturing a scooter

Is repeated every month which is not great for the environment

There are also emissions from the vehicles collecting them for charging

Two thirds of all scooter riders admit they would have walked

Meaning that scooters don’t really replace cars

Sure they are fun to ride

But they are not as eco friendly as claimed

Future city planners will ban conventional cars completely

All transport will be some form of electric vehicle

From light trucks and driverless cars to bikes and scooters

With passenger drone taxis filling the skies

We will ride electric vehicles to the gym

And ride stationary bikes for exercise

The bikes will generate electricity

Which will recharge all the electric vehicles

Robots will perform all manufacturing tasks

Nobody will walk anymore

Sidewalks will become redundant

Shoes will never wear out

Same word different meaning

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The brat farted in the mist and gifted a kiss before he bit a cookie and ate salsa which made him barf

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You probably think of a brat as an unruly child,  in Russia it means a brother or a friend like a bro

Mention of a fart usually brings laughter but in German fahrt means journey

Mist conjures up images of dewy mornings but in German it means manure

Everybody likes to receive a gift but its the word for poison in German

Its very romantic to invite somebody to kiss you but in Sweden kiss is the word for urine

We all like to bite into a cookie.  In France bite means penis,  in Hungary a cookie is a small penis

Salsa is great with chips. However in Korean salsa means diarrhea

Nobody looks forward to a large barf except in Farsi its the word for snowfall

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Your bro went on a journey through the manure and poison urine. His penis was a small penis and he had diarrhea in a snowfall

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900 Cheeky Monkeys!!!!!

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Cheeky Monkey has just passed 900 pieces of writing!

What started out as a poem a day challenge has morphed into a long term literary love affair

Its been a sweet ride for most of the time

A few bumps in the road have interrupted the flow

But the Cheeky Monkey keeps on rolling along

Sometimes its a short story

Other times its a travel blog

Occasionally is a beautiful piece of original poetry

Mostly its just random thoughts slipping from my mind onto the page

I get my inspiration from what I see daily and my reflections on life in general

Having been on the planet for almost three score and ten years does help

I have collected a lot of memories along the way

Now its your turn to have them bouncing around inside your head

You may not like all of them but hopefully you can find something amusing or meaningful

A big shout out to Addison and Abby for creating and managing the Cheeky Monkey website

And of course to my proof reader and chief censor Karen

She has saved me from the embarrassment of many a bad tale I wrote 

Without her the Cheeky Monkey would often be running to the hills to hide in shame

So now lets take a few moments to explore the magic of reaching 900, a number which is linked to angels

The ultimate meaning of angel number 900 centers around balance and refocus

Your angels are signaling that you should take a look at your life and see which areas need more balance

This could be in the area of work, relationships, or any other part of your life

Your angels are reminding you to take the time to reassess your priorities and create a plan for yourself

When it comes to achieving balance in your life, it’s important to focus on the things that will bring you joy

Like The Cheeky Monkey?

Angel Number 900 brings a message from your angels that the Universal Source fully supports your life purpose and soul mission

Listen to your intuition as your angels are constantly by your side giving you messsages and guidance

Pay attention to what you are feeling and doing and listen to what your intuition is telling you in the present moment

If things are not right for you, change them in ways that are more aligned with your personal truths, views, opinions and principles

Listen to yourself and take action accordingly

Only you know what is right for you and only you can make it so

Angel Number 900 may be seen as a prompt to devote yourself to your personal spiritual path

Listen to what your heart tells you

Stay Cheeky my friends!

Drone alone

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if you fly your drone

with your mobile phone

in a no-fly zone

you will not stay long alone

soon your cover will be blown

the cops will make you groan

lecturing you in an offensive tone

taking away the only drone you own

putting you in a jail cell all alone

with a pile of mail sacks to be sewn

keeping your nose to the grindstone

nobody will listen when you moan

eventually you will be back home

saving up to buy another drone

taking out a big drone loan

dreaming about where it will be flown

well away from any no-fly zone

crashing your drone into a bridge made of stone

now you have a drone loan but no drone

wife had already left you when you got home

drone-less drone loan and all alone

wine serenade

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the bottle was well aged

he wiped the dust off the label

carefully removed the foil

gently pulled out the cork

the aroma from the cork

was a tantalizing clue

this wine was going to be special

he left it to breathe a while

that first pour sent his heart racing

swirling and swishing

deep purple beads rained down the glass

it was time to check the nose

an explosion of fresh berries

wild meadow honey

a slight hint of pepper

bold aromas all fighting to grab his attention

he took a small sip

closed his eyes

tasting the full body

his heartbeat slowed

the long smooth finish was divine

he opened his eyes

poured a full  glass

sat down to read his book

it was hard to concentrate on the text

each sip of this elegant fermented grape juice

took his mind elsewhere

this wine was gently singing to him

Suddenly the phone rang

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suddenly the phone rang

no caller ID

I leave it unanswered

no voicemail

suddenly the phone rang

another 800 number

must be a sales call

I block that number

suddenly the phone rang

its that annoying friend

not picking up today

let it go to voicemail

suddenly the phone rang

I am too busy to look

just let it ring out

I will check it later

suddenly the phone rang

not in the mood to talk to him

switch the call to voicemail

he can always text me

suddenly the phone rang

I think its my doctors office

another disguised robo sales call

I hang up

Suddenly the phone rang

its my son so I answer

just random noises

he pocket dialed me

suddenly the phone rang

she only calls if its important

I wonder why she is calling now

it rings out before I could answer

Wry smile

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Morning light

                Soft tones

Long shadows

                Crisp air

Gentle breeze

                Big breath

Eyes closed

                Clear mind

Deep breathing

               Body relaxed

Positive thoughts

               Inner peace

Opening eyes

                Saying hello

To myself

                I answer

hello back

                I ask 

myself directly

                you happy?

long pause

                 I answer

yes deliriously

                 with a  

Wry smile

the dying art of listening

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everybody seems hell bent on saying something

social media expects you to express yourself constantly

restaurant and bar patrons talk non stop

texts and emails must never go unanswered

there is something wrong here

because expressing oneself 

is basically repeating something you already know

you never learn anything new by talking or writing

the only way to learn is to listen or read

listening seems to be a dying art

we should teach our kids to listen

we should all try and listen more ourselves

listening is more than just hearing the sounds

listening styles must be adaptive to the circumstances

playing yourfavorite song on the radio evokes appreciative listening

listening to a political speech requires evaluative listening

when somebody is upset they need an empathetic listener

a biased listener only hears what he wants

lovers can talk for hours because they practice relationship listening

to form an opinion of what is being said requires critical listening

next time you get the urge to express yourself

try listening first