under the rug the fur-balls grow
waiting for the hoover to suck
or sometimes blow
cobwebs of age and innocence let us know
truth be known
people clean randomly with a duster
thinking of pure thought
kaleidoscopes of nonesense flitter
& flutter through a tired brain
women wander through dining rooms
and flop on slippers
mutter to themselves
about life, love & why we all hate shopping
everyday is a day for somone
even through the gloom
and slow whispers of yesterday
we muster ourselves
together we make wholes
and holes in random thoughts on where to place sunday
In a list
A contest entry
- Hyperbolic Pebble~A Tribute to Poet Michael Thomas by Blue Rew.
1480 points, ended November 19, 13 entries
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Comments
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the process of ordering our little world, what to do, when to do..how much; even why...all so important in the secret formula for happiness, contentment; balance what we will with what we must...very nicely done here...picturesque
...PK 
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I missed you.
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You ae just too bloody good for your own good...
C
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mwwwaahhh
thank you
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To me; a hidden insult to humanity, well the majority of such. I adore the ending, and even through my interpretation, I feel the assertive incisions slice through. Love it
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thank you.. not sure on the insult thing.. but maybe it's a hey sod off you people kind of thing?? who knows what others see.. but again, thank you xx
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"everyday is a day for somone
even through the gloom
and slow whispers of yesterday
we muster ourselves"
and 'together we make wholes' is such a beautiful line! that is so true, i love this! you have a typo in someone...
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yes we do.. yes
thankyou tara.. xxx
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"everyday is a day for somone
even through the gloom" i love this... so very true... I HATE SHOPPING...lol
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me too
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I agree with Kathleen - actually, there was a petition at one time to get rid of daylight savings time and make it into two Sundays, instead. I'd vote for it. 
Lovely work, Gill. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
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ahhh thank you mrs beatty xxx
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yes...see, that is why i love cleaning or call myself a "cleaner"...it's so very therapeutic for all those dust balls and holes and wholes we make and remake.... wonderful writing, gilly - love this one
~ Nicolette
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i love you girlfriend xx
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"every day is a day for someone"
Love the ending here. Me, I'd place Sunday right between Sunday and Monday.
You have to, ditch Thursday. It's such a tease.
That's good numb you've got there.
Tom
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thank you tom, spot on there.. well done
thanks again for the read
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G.x
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Great poem Gil. Loved "Flop On". Makes me drag my feet.
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i flop my slippers all the time.. loololol
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Personally, I wish there were two Sundays...
I'm so glad you were the first poem I read this morning.
Great stuff.
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sunday sunday monday monday... they all have a Y in them.. why why why.. lololol
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yes, we muster ourselves -
never thought
i'd get old enough
to hate shopping...
a very good poem
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thanks luv... i know i really don't like food shopping... arrgghhhhh
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