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An exercise, done on command:
Draw a picture of your hand.
This was done 40 years ago.
Why I didn't continue? I don't know.
So no I must, with an old brain
Start again, working to re-train,
My eyes to capture, what I see,
On to paper again, so readily.

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Loy • 09/30/2020 at 12:04AM • Like Profile

Can’t wait to see it!

Lines

Posted by MFish Posted on 09/29/2020 at 08:53PM Other See more by MFish

Have I seen you around?
Have you been here before?
May I walk you home?
Could we just explore,
Talking of the times
And things we adore.
Would you have dinner with me
So we can talk and see
If we are compatible and
Have the same love,
Or is our meeting
Just a passing love?
It must be difficult,
During a time like this
For there will be no hugging
And most certainly, No Kiss.

She sees but cannot see.
She hears but cannot hear.
She questions, asking to be,
Saying, "What's wrong with me?"
I say without remand,
"Your mind has no command.
Your thoughts do not connect,
I am here to protect,
from what you cannot see;
From what you cannot hear,
for all this life's eternity."

Where did you go? I would say,
tell me please, when you go away.
You disappear from here in
this week of gloom,
although you sit with me,
in the same room.
An escape for you from
your own mind.
A place of solitude where
people are kind.
Please talk to me now,
for you know,
I want you near me,
until I must go.

I tire of doing this writing craft,
for in my life, I am feeling daft.
Daft in the head, we would say;
It's the way I feel, every day.
Perhaps it's because words cause me pain.
Wishing to do better and not complain.
I tire of words, from the dirt,
for when I write them, they hurt.
Hurt others I care so much about,
for I want to scream and shout,
"Enough, enough, is what I say,
there's hate in this Country, every day."

The past few days, have been wild.
I am living with an elderly child.
A child; my loved one I see,
Who asks all these questions of me.
Did you know my parents, I had?
I have nothing. No Mom or Dad.
She knows we have friends, I recall
But doesn't know names, not at all.
She remembers our granddaughter, by name,
For all others, it's not the same.

First came the Lord,
a beastly virus
and the rest,
bringing all
their fleas,
to a love fest.
Not liking Citizens
of this
grand land,
he was in control
of this,
under his command.
He cares not
for others,
it was the word,
for he
was committed
to take
Democracy away.
Rid his kingdom
of those
with dark skin,
was his desire,
so it was said.
He was well
started
with over 200,000
citizens dead.
Don't ask me
questions about
those all gone.
Next question,
as I am ,
now moving along.
It is a fake
virus,
is what he said
and it matters not
if you count
all the dead.
If you think
this funny,
it is not a joke,
for a real demon,
has you now,
by the throat.
Here's what you do,
get off your rear
and please vote Blue.

How Old

Posted by MFish Posted on 09/25/2020 at 10:10PM Humor See more by MFish

How old must you be
to stop having a fantasy?
Is there a certain age
to be used as a gauge
and stop behaving like a teen
age boy or somewhere in between?
Perhaps there is a notion,
as we age there is no emotion.
For me, it isn't true
as I feel connected, to you.
Emotions help you to relate
and avoid being a reprobate.

A long, long time ago,
in a place far away,
where the Elf and Fairy,
would come to play.
A wooded place with Sun
and shade,
where many toys and tools
were made.
Tools of trade, people
would say,
Sorcerer wands were made
every day,
for use by the Wizards, here
to stay.
A spell to move all the
darkness away.
The zap of a wand can sting
as well
for you will believe you've gone to the
Gates of Hell.

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