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Sunday, May 22, 2022

This call from nature (submitted to farmer-ish: https://farmerish.net/)

 The day had begun with infinite time

With lots of gaps to be filled,

I have finished watching a movie on crime

It was just another opportunity to be billed

I feel so cold, temperature is only a number

Confuse yourself not, it is close to summer


There is a wonderous sight to behold

when I look out my porch window

of colors so vibrant and certainly bold

all the time basking in the sun's shadow

These gaps of emptiness get pushed to future

It's difficult to resist this call from nature


The leaves are green, the sky so blue

There are many a thing that my eyes can feast

Radiant in the sun's beautiful golden hue

the hungry trees stretch themselves due east

There is rarely a moment of lull outside

Wonder of wonders, I feel still inside


The movement is subtle, there is no trace

I tarry not and I leave with haste

Having waited long for this loving embrace

There is no longer a second for me to waste

I run outside like a young wee schooler

I only subsist through this call from nature

Sunday, May 15, 2022

I hope she hears

 I need my phone to make call

There is someone out there

So, I rush down the hall

There is so much I want to share

I hope to get her when she has a slot,

because with her work she is busy a lot


I need my phone, oh! I see it there

Still seated on the sofa, lest I forget

A glimpse of it; I race like a hare

This took too long, I feel regret

She might be busy is one of my fears

But if she is away, I hope she hears


I have my phone, in my hand

unlocking it is not great mystery

I cuddle it like it is a top notch brand

Smile not, for we have some history

No one would have thought such a plot

Because with her work, she is busy alot


Without further ado, I dial her number

the ring does a sound like a snail

The time is high to wake from slumber

I pray she picks up before voicemail

It has been ringing a while, the end nears

If she is away, I hope she hears


Note: This is a generic poem that can hold true for anyone. I have used the word "she" rather than "he/she/they" as it is easier to use a singular term, but there is no singular term to cover men and women that I can think of