it’s often better to be silent in the grace of a humming bird in a flowerpot, than parroting the proclamations of a magpie perched on the top branch of an evergreen. (or something like that!)

it’s often better to be silent in the grace of a humming bird in a flowerpot, than parroting the proclamations of a magpie perched on the top branch of an evergreen. (or something like that!)
ldf

Some speak from the fathomless depths of their soul, others from the shallows, remarkably scant in substance. Both voices carry a resonance – what sound is it you hear coming from others? It is interesting that not only do we speak the voice of our true character, we listen with the very same source of authenticity. The greatness around us, when truly understood creates a harmonic within us…it would stand to reason, that if we listen in such a way as to create harmony within ourselves, then our voices would resonate with that harmonic. The world around us, as we perceive it, is but a mirror of ourselves. Once when asked by someone, “did you hear what I said?” I replied, “no, I was too busy listening to what I heard.”

An Ill Begotten Rhyme with Orange, Purple, Silver, Month

I think it was the harvest month
We grabbed our baskets and begun this
Quest for produce rife with rhymes
Ripe with color on the vines
That’s when I came upon a bowl
filled with fruit, or I was told
By another who had keener sight
For seedy bounty in the night.
So color blind, I thought to pilfer
For I thought it gold or silver
I reached and there I felt a flange
And peeled it back like an orange
A sweetly pungent mist arose
curled my lips and stung my nose.
My cohort called my basin purple
Which I stole, albeit hurtful
To its owner, who’d think me ruthless
But despite the spoils, my theft was fruitless.
I beseech you eschew poems ill begotten
For those sewn with bad taste are reaped as rotten.

I am posthumously in the present moment.

I am posthumously in the present moment.
Lovely dreaming foxes

Fast Food Pair of Dife Loft

Kite strings launch with random Lurching
Taco bell and silent burping
Streams of marbles
Rubbing shoulders
Aspire to be like checkered boulders
With collars up and spring insoles
Big fat men on tall brass poles
Spinning down on sluggish
Moles, who
Scamper and hide
In Panera bread bowls.
Roll the bones,
those lucky scones;
Raise the jambs and raid the homes.
Greedily grabbing a snake bit apple
slipping in a schmear of scrapple
news sound bites
through crumbs of breath
Supersized
with honey mustard death.

(Starbucks now offers the Trenta, 30 ounces cold drinks! I ordered a Trenta Coconut Frappuccino only to be sent away with a Venti - it seems Starbucks maintains standards for how many calories it offers to it’s customers in a single serving. So not to be outdone I ordered to Venti’s.)

:)

:)

Bob Schneider http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDaqigctC6g&feature=fvsr

Bob Schneider
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDaqigctC6g&feature=fvsr

autofox

AutoFox

My body spends most it’s day leaking fluids… Sputtering, shuddering – making wrong turns. It has an unpleasant odor under the hood. My smile is like the evergreen “car-freshner,” dangling on a rear view mirror. When I smile, it usually means I’m backing up. All I do is replace fluids and watch the odometer spin.

ldf

Men always want to be a woman’s first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man’s last romance.

Men always want to be a woman’s first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man’s last romance.
Oscar Wilde