More Poetry

In a funk
lots of junk
got no spunk
Monday stunk

Empty Shell

Washed upon a sandy shore
Tossed asunder by the waves of life
I am left an empty shell
of a person I once was

A spirit eroded by
the surf's constant battering
A passion extinguished
by the relentless waves

Disappointments and setbacks
forced hope to take leave
With that lifeline broken
All that remained withered quickly

Abandoned by life
Now open and bare
The shell now lies empty
A testament to who once lived there

A new post

Happy 50th!

Phatty Foo Foo

(My darling feral rescue.)

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Bob, thank's for making my birthday so very special.

We've been through so much together. Remember the morning I ran after the garbage truck in the rain in my nightie and was instructed to leave it across the street for pick up?!!! Yup, me too!!! What was that? Like the 5th time or something? Damn!
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I love you darling and thanks for always sticking around, no matter what.
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XO Blottie

P.S. For those of you who don't realize, I'm actually and invited guest. I like to think I'm the vegetarian, softer side of Just Bob!

Happy 50th Blottie!

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