Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

Feb 17, 2025 at 12:01pm
In response to "whimsical words"

I, in my jammies, pen lyrical lines,
mutter inanity, throughout eternity rhythm and rhyme.

Jan 1, 2025 at 9:34am
In response to "This new year"

Child... I struggle. I find hanging with younger people (in their 50s, 40s, 30s) helps... as does smiling at children and petting all cats.

Seabreeze

Dec 2, 2024 at 9:42am
In response to "Assets"

Nice, and isn't nice we all get a reset!

Seabreeze

Jul 11, 2024 at 7:23pm
In response to "My cat rests on my pillow"

This is why you need two pillows

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Or to put it another way... a wise cat always provides an extra pillow for their servant.

Wordsmitty ✍️

Jul 11, 2024 at 7:13pm
In response to "My cat rests on my pillow"

So true. ( It's really the cat's pillow.

)

Spirit~writer✍️☯️🙏

Jun 22, 2024 at 12:17pm
In response to "Wish for Summer Snow"

Yikes Kare that's quite a big change 😲.

To respond to the blog, I enjoyed your descriptions and contrast of the seasons!
Very nice 🙂👍 and caught my eye. Write ✍️ on!

Jun 21, 2024 at 3:18pm
In response to "I'll Scream within my Dream"

Time to consider entering this or one of your other recent poems into Poetic Traditions (as you have before).

Nicely done.

Jun 21, 2024 at 1:21pm
In response to "Wish for Summer Snow"

I went from 108 to 35 when I came back to Montana. And yes, it snowed; but, now the heat will finally settle in at the end of June. Oh, how we suffer.

At least in Thailand we had a/c. I will wilt next week.

Vanishing Vapor

Dec 17, 2023 at 5:42pm
In response to "Hindsight"

If Christianity is true, would you like to know?

Dec 17, 2023 at 12:58am
In response to "Hindsight"

My body will feed the worms; my soul will return to its Source.

I'm not Christian so I look at things differently than most folks here at WDC.

October 4, 2022 at 11:56am

#1038600

Where we are

We coexist in the midst of infinity,
Intimate in the vastness of spacetime,
A singular spark of the Devine

October 3, 2022 at 5:32pm

#1038555

OKy

The wind gently whispers a direction to follow,

I listen.

The warmth of the sun bids me to smile,

I do.

The songbirds perform their morning trills,

I dream.

My heart is blessed with the truth,

I love you.

October 3, 2022 at 4:50pm

#1038553

Prompous

I retreat into the infinite inside.
My mind explores the depths of space and time.
I seek, not to understand, but to dream,
And sing of all my blessings in rhyme.

July 18, 2022 at 5:07am

#1035342

Food for Thought

What if stark reality
were like a movie show
moving frames of universe
how would we even know
sixty times a second
each frame a new creation
complete with memories
within each incarnation

July 15, 2022 at 12:41pm

#1035238

Dig it!

>>>>>FAIL<<<<<

Simple things for simple minds
Might not be simple at all
For each of those simple things
In concentration
Upon reflection
Brings deeper insight

Cooking an egg could create
An image of great damage
That results in a blessing
Resting on a starving plate.

July 5, 2022 at 2:16pm

#1034731

My Portal

This portal of glass and brass
transparent as smoke from a gasoline fire
provides little view to a monstrous world
of slippery slimy vipers
stalking with lust for savory souls
lost to oblivion.

July 4, 2022 at 4:52pm

#1034697

Prickly Pear

I dare
my soul to bare
to put it all out there
so be aware
how little I care
about what I wear
let everybody stare
if I dress with flair
or grow my hair
this I swear
if you I scare
say a prayer
don't compare
my derriere
to some laissez-faire
jerk in despair.

July 3, 2022 at 1:15pm

#1034647

Tip

"It is" sounds good to me,
Be sure to add an apostrophe.

June 12, 2022 at 11:40am

#1033747

Skittle #25

Upon my simple soul
there grew an ugly mole
the darkest blue with red and ragged edges,
I used to always pray
one day it'd go away
as my earthly body slowly ages.

But now it always sits
just to give me fits
as I watch the sore swell up and grow
One day very soon
under a pallid moon
I'll cast a magic spell to make it glow.

I'll mix up some blue dye
the color of the sky
with some garish green radium,
then everyone will see
my crazy sorcery
alive it will eventually become.

I'll be father to a son
when the deed is done
I'll teach it to be oh so very nice,
Then will be my hope
My son be more than trope
and appreciate my pretend sacrifice.

June 11, 2022 at 4:26pm

#1033730

Skittle #20

I've grown tired,
Of the habits I've hired,
They ache my brain and bone.
I pray they die.
My lullaby is,
They finally leave me alone.