Welcome… 9th of Sept 2012. Bridget’s Birthday! Happy Birthday my Dear One, and from the looks of the rising day and the calm of the morning, anything can happen. Like ‘anything can happen’ at any time. RIght? Why do I think that’s funny? mmmm, yes well, when it’s your blog you get to say and feel what ever. Oh dear, could this be another idle, disjointed ramble? Why, Yes it could. Stick around for a few more words and you decide.
I’d like to grab ahold of the humor train and hobo my way around and across that country of a good ol’ belly laugh and some serious ‘let’s be jolly.’ Morning gathers the more serious side of me. The day unfolds and giggles rise and fall in the mingle of serious and not so serious. And ya’ll know I mostly lay my words down in the morning with little prompt but from the, ‘whatever’ slithers and seeps into my mind and flows down to these nibble fingers.
I’m still a little cloistered around what it feels like to have someone I care for unable to speak their truth and dissolve into the wet fabric of life; careless of my feelings, thoughtless of their impact beyond themselves. I work to not linger here to long and to find my glitter and glow of love and light and peace. And… forgiveness from the inside out.
On Being Really Funny
I was funny last night
between the spicy shrimp,
the cantaloup and the
glitter of jewelry.
I wouldn’t say super funny
or comedically funny,
maybe girly funny in a
silly sly smily sort of way
Really funny is relative
and maybe it’s your relatives
that think you’re funny
and no one else does
Hell, maybe you’re your
biggest fan and the belly
laugh is yours for the taking
without the join in of other
I was funny last night
like I said, somewhere in
the gobble of spicy shrimp
and slobber of juicy melon
Hanging silver jewelry
all over myself hootin n’
hollerin’ with friends.
Being fun. Being Funny
Being myself in the not
so seriousness of having had
a kick in the pants and a thorn
stuck at the edge of my heart
I’ll get to the funny of that
when I’m past the slice of it
cause there’s nothing funnier
than a good ol’ belly laugh
when you slip on a banana
peel of life’s giving and you
you feel foolish for not noticing
where you were laying yourself down
ya gotta get to laughin’ about that
Bloody briliiant. I hear ya.
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