PAST MEMORIES FORGOTTEN

Past memories forgotten
Erased like chalk
Even this hand
Who witnessed the hand-strokes
Can only see whats left….
White dust cloud on top black
Does that make me weak,
or strong?
I don’t believe benefits
Of past living
Though then others could challenge
I’m not dealing properly
But could this be betterment
For I’ve proved I can move on….
As my heart carries
Yes and nos’
Even if I can’t
Formulate the words to say,
or remember why

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A LITTLE CHECKERED DRESS

A little checkered dress
Black and gray
With black tights to cover
Bear legs
On top black cardigan
To protect and cover
From winter’s chill
All paired with – a
Royal purple scarf
Flowing in bulk
Down like a river
For a splash of color
To match the flashy crystal balls
Seen by hair up by a bun
With curly tendrils
Breaking loose

So comfy
Yet pretty

JOKES MADE

Jokes made
But are they really?
Curious of, your insight
For what do you see?
Do you know what I not?
For I see black and white, no
Though you’ve mentioned, asked
Only a few to count
Maybe snugly like a panda
Yet no, no matter what
You view between
And would you want?
Think good or concerned in the middle . . .
Or am I denying such jokes?
As it is, heavily in mind
The words you’ve spoken.