A.G.E's Joint

  I don't like surprises Away with the April Fools' prank I'll sit on the bench And watch a pink peony break.

  Blooms are back Bluebirds have found the boxes Green dust coats my shoes Lungs tighten up under the onslaught Pink herebore makes it all worth it

  Writer's Choice? What if there isn't any choice? Where I'm the Tall Poppy Everyone wants to cut down. Would I call on Devil's Quill to save me? And the cost is being cut down anyway? They are all niggers anyway

  How do you stay in good grace? Time out of mind What you seek is seeking you. Whether daisy, daffodil, or dandelion The bouquet goes a long way.

  Half-filled glasses sit on the table Orange contrast on snapdragon  Windchimes Dulcet tones fade into dreams It is their last stand

          Amaryllis in crystal vase A box of the finest chocolates Secret admirer thinks he’s being clever It isn’t 1920 A girl must always be on guard A couple of clicks I see it is him. He thinks he’s the knight in shining armor, A vassal attached to a kingly land. All I see is a mousy coward. Not worthy of my feet, much less my hand. Oh, I suppose it is rather sweet . And, Lord knows I’m no fair lass. But this is third time this week My sail isn’t going up the mast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Violeta Falo Tiumalu Pic- Irene Melgoza Pic guesses: Beatrix Potter, Fluffy, lop ears, bugs, furball, Fatal Attraction,

Bright sun shone in his eyes as Jeremy finished his meal.   Caffeine rushing through his veins, Jeremy waited in line to pay for the meal. Various rednecks and farmers joked with Tubby and the Big Man as each completed food order landed on the spike. Murray’s order and life will be on that spike soon enough.   He turned his head away so no one could see his face.   A small woman with blue and orange hair was feeding bills to the jukebox.   She was the illustration of anti “happily ever after”; silver eye shadow and black mascara had melted to clumps on the oval face. Large black dots smudged at the corners of her eyes,she was a broken bedtime story .   The music choices matched her mood.  “How can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from coming down…” Jeremy's mind drifted a bit. Sarah used to play that song.  Then mother would come in and turn it off, flinging a switch across her legs. Sinful it was, thinking about a b...

Two very Very small flowers Lie bored in the garden Watered in the Spirit Warmed by the grace of God Watch them grow Blooming out To start a seed For two very very small flowers.