Like a true friend, constant and steady,
you're always there, supportive and ready.
In my most vulnerable moments, I can trust you
to keep all my secrets, between just us two.
Whether out in the world, or safe in my home,
you've got me covered, wherever I go.
I run to you, sometimes calm, sometimes manic.
And when I can't find you, I surely will panic.
Many may scoff at your dirty job,
but a shortage of you will lead to a mob.
Sometimes, a tissue...but usually a poo scraper,
what would we do without toilet paper?
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli3 days ago in Poets
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I like to write silly rhymes that make kids laugh. My son laughed, so that's a win.