Abi takes her morning walk

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Abi took her usual early morning walk

it was a warm summer day with low humidity

wild flowers were in bloom

birds were happily singing 

taking a short trail through the woods

a path she had taken many times before

pausing to look at the flowers and butterflies

something caught her eye in the distance

a black cat moving towards her

the cat came close and sat down 

she reached down an petted the animal

who responded with loud purring

whats your name kitty she asked

the cat circled between her legs

before starting to walk along the trail

looking back frequently to make sure she followed

Abi always took the left fork in the clearing

the cat went to the right and started crying

it seemed like the cat was leading her to something

the cat stopped crying when she followed along the right fork

the trail became narrower and was obviously hardly used

briars caught her exposed legs

this better be worth it Abi said to herself

hoping she would not regret this adventure

the terrain became denser and the trail disappeared

she was climbing over fallen trees covered in moss

after a while reaching a clearing

in the middle stood a small shelter made from logs

the cat ran straight inside the shelter

she hesitated but stepped inside the dark damp place

an elderly lady dressed in black was sitting in the corner

welcome Abi she said I have been waiting for you

Who bit the Apple logo

I am looking at my Apple computer

studying the apple logo

noticing that somebody took a bite out if it

wondering why it was just one bite

did it taste really bad

perhaps it was rotten

was it a bite or a byte

not a big enough apple for a megabyte

Sunday mornings

Oh the joys of Sunday mornings

Sleeping in late

Sunday mornings

Leisurely brunch

Sunday mornings

No agenda

Sunday mornings

Time slows down

Sunday mornings

Recharge your soul battery 

Sunday mornings

Pick up that book

Sunday mornings

Maybe a gentle stroll

Sunday mornings

Nothing too taxing

Sunday mornings

To be savored

Sunday mornings

Like a good malt whisky

Sunday mornings

Sipped not gulped

Sunday mornings

Not all thoughts escape me

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I start my day at the computer

opening my writing from yesterday 

I delete everything

I advance the date to today

the screen is now blank

Its a signal to clear my mind completely

I wait patiently for a passing thought

I let the first few thoughts go by unmolested

I can see them clearly but choose to ignore them

like strangers walking down the other side of the street

the traffic between us is heavy and noisy

then suddenly an interesting thought appears

moving quickly along the other side

I must wait for a gap in the traffic

I eventually cross over and chase after him

he ignores my pleas to slow down 

escaping my grasp before he disappears forever

this side of the street is empty now

the other side is crowded with attractive thoughts

I must return to the other side

I see a small gap and take a huge risk

running fast between speeding vehicles

I reach the other side out of breath

I confront a thought who stares at me in disbelief

what the hell do you want with me he demands

I need you for a poem I explain

hell no he says as he dashes into the busy street

brakes squeal and cars swerve to avoid him

he jumps back in front of me in a cold sweat

we make eye contact for a brief moment before he whispers to me

better to live forever in your poem than die escaping it

Bad medicine

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I went to the gym

With a workout in mind

I picked up a medicine ball

It was so heavy

Tried to hold it away from me

But I dropped it

Nearly broke my foot

Medicine ball

What a stupid name

For a foot killer ball

Bad medicine ball

Bad medicine

Monday Monday

Monday Monday

Can still be a fun day

Monday Monday

Closer to the weekend

Than yesterday

Monday Monday

Go for a run day

Bake in the sun day

Monday Monday

Its a deal done day

Spend a large sum day

Have friends come day

Monday Monday

Sip a coke with rum day

Be a beach bum day

Dream of it some day

Monday Monday

Lottery you won day

Put your best clothes on day

I do love a Monday

A poetic apology

Guru Nanak Prophet and poet

What is the difference between a poet and a prophet

If you ask a wise man he might say

Poets have special powers of imagination and expression

Prophets utter divinely inspired revelations

Poets might give you this kind of answer 

Prophets minus phrs equals poet

Phrs is the Icelandic word for fart

So if you fart on a Icelandic poet he becomes a prophet

When a prophet makes a prediction

You may be inclined to take it seriously

The predictions of a poet however

Are nothing more than pure fantasy

Those of you who already googled the word phrs are probably feeling deflated

I am sorry if my poetry is not prophetic enough for you

I truly have no credentials to make divine revelations

Have a very poetic day

Scratch poetry

I am trying to figure out

How to make poetry scratch cards

Sort of like lottery tickets

Except with writing under the silver paint

Buy a card and win a poem every time

More fun than reading numbers

That tell you you just lost again

It would have to be a short piece of prose

Nobody wants to scratch a novel sized poem

Even better would be a multi layer card

Scratch off the top layer for the first poem

Then scratch that away to reveal another poem

The poetic equivalent of the Russian doll

That has a doll inside every doll

The final scratch reveals a blank page

So you can write your own poem

Then you can paint over it

Give it as a gift to somebody special

What a great way to surprise folks

With witty two liners

Hidden under the scratch paint

You did not win the lottery

But you won my heart

…………………………………..

Thank you for scratching me

It itched a lot

…………………………………..

I dare you to resist scratching the second line

I knew you would do it

…………………………………………..

This message will self destruct

Fifteen seconds after scratching

………………………………….

If you scratch mine

I will scratch yours

………………………………….

I think I am falling in love with y….

Scratch that