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There was this gal who traveled the Universe

She was gifted with words and clever verse

Then suddenly one day her words went astray

This gal said you’re fucked be you cursed


There was this guy who fancied himself clever

Some said he was more often then never

Really quite boring, objectively abhorring

Mister clever, was never seen again


There was this fellow who challenged being Happy

Deep inside he hid is sweet and his sappy

Then one day it did come he pulled out of his glum

Got ‘Ha Ha’ tattooed on his forehead


Some say she was a rebel of sorts

She spoke up, got sassy, gave her retort

Who knows what did happen, she gave him a slappin

When he shut her up, lock her lips with a snort


Thank God it is Friday she said

Cause the rest of the week I did dread

Friday is the day that is worthy of play

Out of the bed at last she did fled

16 dec. 2011      >   3/12/21     >    Empress/handedone/Universe


How does the creative force of life flow through you?

If it’s not flowing, how might you light a little fire under yourself and melt the sludge?

Could you look at life a little differently today?


What is the ‘weather’ like inside you today?  And … What would you do to enhance it or change it?

My best journey to my inner weather report for today is…. Sippy the caffeine and imagine the Sun pouring down and through me.  Flush out all the chill and frozen bits that need defrosting.



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LIMERICKS… yes… really

I decided to play with some Limerick

After all, word play is my schtick

You might be entertained

With this little game

have fun and see if they click




There was this lady from Lones

She had a way of throwing out her bones

With gestures of metaphor thought

She wrapped them in possibilities a lot

This Lady grew hazy in that zone



There once was this guy from Maples

He had charms, was willing and able

To cast out a golden thread

woe a wily woman to bed

This guy was a spy from Staples


There was this woman quite clever

it was said she was quite the be-deviler

She brewed in her cauldron

A potion of bones, smiles, and citron

And fed it to all the good fellers


She gave a limerick a shot

After all they’re funny as snot

If snot were funny

she’d jump like a bunny

and run in front of cars a lot




29 june 2011  > 21/12/3  >  Universe/hanged one/empress


What can you do to get a new perspective on things?

Are you in charge of your life?

What is it that brews in you that needs you to take action on?



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