simplicity
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The Politics of Friendship
What is friendship in an environment of economics History is just a different date with evolved problems As we sit on the same hills of our ancestors, looking for the resources to grow our hill into a mountain Built primarily by information Not so free as we all believe What can you share, a stall-tactic while searching for a better offer Diplomacy in public found in a handshake and a smile While hidden deals act as the bonding, cementing friendships So like a school bell calling us from recess, we stop playing around We have not all forgotten our readings Lord of the flies dressed up and disguised, as a new play Behind friendships diplomacy As swashbuckling children morph to bushwacked professionals Whatever happened to just because Because The scientist just blew it up And the historian could find no peace or reason The economist went solo, until he could budget others in The librarians and lawyer's couldn't find the time, like the simple housewives, but their statuses were not aligned What is friendship in an environment of the modern world When family members in the same field staunchly disagree, on even how to feed our young Maybe friendship is Things to look at to adore to gain comfort or support those of survival or a common interest those we can champion look eye to eye those we pity but can understand Those that make us laugh and at least, not cry So friendship is a point of view maybe an attitude I'll sit on my hill and you sit on what ever size yours as long as you dont bother me and I wont bother yours Call it friendship With a wave sealed with a kiss We'll throw a handful of dirt every once in a while Just to help another On the way to growing their hill to a mountain Unless that mountain can be taken or better, Given
By simplicity9 months ago in Poets
Ode to the Laundry Hamper
Bushel hamper, wickerwork, hamper basket Far from your days as a case or casket Southern born Who knew your purpose would out grow the fruits, veggies and grains who used you as just a basket 1897, on your way, Sears and Roebuck answered those who asked what can task-it A beautiful receptacle for the dirty, disheveled work clothes we disown Built-in, hidden, or a moveable facet 1966, Sears and Roebucks catelogue moved from a simple ad to a three page packet In all shapes and sizes, often padded with baking soda or litter to hide the smell of our worn To me you are no less important than anyone living in my hamlet A welcomed collector, a teacher who taught my dog to pick up socks for a biscuit the fastest The one on my side, in cahoots, keeping things organized in my cleaning, leaving me fresh and reborn Far from your days as a case or casket
By simplicity9 months ago in Poets
Beautiful Child A Beautiful Book
"The inability to forget is far more devastating than the inability to remember", said Mark Twain. I believe this to be the case. The inability to forget is a memory that makes a home in you. It pulls the strings of your mind and heart for better or worse. When something pulls at both the heart and mind it becomes a part of your soul.
By simplicity9 months ago in BookClub
Ode to My Laundry Hamper
Bushel hamper, wickerwork, hamper basket Far from your days as a case or casket With southern roots Who knew your purpose would out grow the fruits, veggies and grains who used you as just a basket 1897, on your way, Sears and Roebuck answered those who asked what can task-it A beautiful receptacle for the dirty, disheveled work suits Built-in, hidden, or a moveable facet 1966, Sears and Roebucks catelogue moved from a simple ad to a three page packet In all shapes and sizes, often padded with baking soda or litter to hide the level it's contents pollutes To me you are no less important than anyone living in my hamlet A welcomed collector, a teacher who taught my dog, my baby, to pick up socks for a biscuit the fastest The one on my side, in cahoots, keeping things organized in my cleaning pursuits Bushel hamper, wickerwork, hamper basket Far from your days as a case or casket
By simplicity10 months ago in Poets
Poseidon's Gift to Elizabeth
Elizabeth put her ear to the shell. A sigh of relief escaped out of her lungs stemming from a pit in her stomach. As she sat in the empty dark room, kneeling humbly over her treasure she still felt the wonder she had felt that first day. After a few moments with her eyes closed she had transported herself across miles of land to her old home, her childhood home. Where the sea had been her lullaby each morning and each night. A creak from the old bones of the house snapped her back to awareness. She took her conch shell and buried in the back of her wardrobe in her sweater storage drawer. She definitely wasn't ready to share it. She closed the wardrobe door, stopping briefly to allow her feelings of eternal gratefulness to wash around in her. How she missed Poseidon.
By simplicity10 months ago in Fiction
Poseidon's Gift
Elizabeth put her ear to the shell. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she sat in the empty dark room, kneeling humbly over her treasure. After a few moments with her eyes closed she had transported herself across miles of land to her old home, her childhood home. The sea was her lullaby each morning and each night. A creak from the old bones of the house snapped her out of it. She took her conch shell and buried in the back of her wardrobe in her sweater storage drawer. She closed the wardrobe door, stopping briefly to allow her feelings of eternal gratefulness to wash around in her. How she missed Poseidon.
By simplicity10 months ago in Fiction
The Picture of One
I never missed the things undone Just all the things truly done Chasing memories that are on the run Pushed away by my own harsh cultivation Getting further each day, with each rise and fall of the sun While we're living together; our single lives for one Our memories were never on the run It was our own harsh cultivation Asking us to leave past destination In the preservation of one Until we have the time, and no where to run To truly meet what truly has been done and left undone To witness cultivation With no need of preservation Until all the things done, and undone, are none What's left, is the picture of one
By simplicity11 months ago in Poets
Sterling Customizable
The show opens with the introduction of a Character known as Sterling. Sterling is a graphic engineer, but really he creates Deep Fakes as his claim to fame. Until one day, his Friend says to him "It's cool, but whats the point? You live in barely a one bedroom apartment with a makeshift kitchen and a small bathroom. You are smart, but what's it worth? I mean it's all Child's play unless you can make money at it, right?"
By simplicity11 months ago in Humor