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Author Archives: Mystertim
May10
And They Don’t Lie
Sammy and I share lots of things,
My desk chair, my recliner, my chips.
Looking at that I see a pattern,
Everything goes straight to our hips.
05/10/2025
May4
Better Left Unsaid
I was sitting there unblinking,
Rhyming shears that were a-pinking.
Then my brain began a-thinking,
How this poem was a-stinking.
05/04/2025
Apr29
Witch Pile! (on me?)
I’m headed up to the Brocken,
For a festival that can’t be knocked.
Drinking, feasting and Darcy canoodling,
Wish I could pronounce Walpurgisnacht.
04/29/2025
Apr27
No, Seriously
What is going on these days,
Could you explain this thing to me?
Why on earth at the drive-through,
Was I offered a “Senior Drink” for free?
04/27/2025
Apr20
Soggy Sunday
Perhaps I’m not destined to be a superhero,
I’m not selfless and tend to complain.
True heroes act without a second thought,
Like being the Easter Bunny when it rains.
04/20/2025
Apr13
Winter is Over
The groundhog has returned to our backyard,
His friendship with Sammy to re-forge.
She watches him endlessly through the window,
Wants to chase him and chonk him and call his name George.
04/13/2025
Apr5
Near to What I Love
Some poems are destined to become literature,
O Captain, a host of golden daffodils, lovely as a tree.
Sammy, however, keeps my feet on the ground,
Saying my work is the tramp stamp of poetry.
04/05/2025
Mar30
A Kitty Ditty
Breakfast time for kittens,
Breakfast time for kittens,
Sammy says, “MAO!”
She wants to eat now,
But I was going to feed her anyhow.
Breakfast time for kittens,
Get up out of bed.
Sure will miss that pillow,
Where I rest my head.
Breakfast time for kittens,
Cannot make her wait,
Just because,
Those tiny, sharp claws,
Keep me from running late.
Breakfast time for kittens,
Then right back into bed.
If she likes her breakfast,
She’ll sleep right on my head.
03/30/2025
Mar24
Blithe Poetry 
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