And here begins
another new calendar,
Yesterday just the same,
but everything new, they say.
No hurt to take today
to contemplate,
what has been,
what is,
what may be.
No hurt to take today,
to ruminate,
to declare
that this twelve months
will bring unprecedented
opportunities,
successes beyond expectation,
joys that cause hearts to sparkle,
health in abundance.
This twelve months
will bring contentment
and satisfaction
appreciation,
and celebration.
My daughter says
. my hair’s too long;
. it drags my formerly too round face
. down.
My daughter says
. my car’s too girlish;
. pastel seats and butterflies
. are frivolous.
My daughter says
. my voice is too strident;
. her ears are are hurt
. by their happy cadence.
To my daughter I say
. life’s too short to be
. a fuddy-duddy*
. before you’re thirty.
.
.
*fuddy-duddy: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuddy-duddy
It walks like a duck
And talks like a duck
except
when it
woofs
like a retriever
Sometime Occam fails to slice
the correct solution with his razor.
Anticipation building.
Preparations made.
At the back of the mind
Really?
Surely there will come disappointment
instead of you?
You had plans
expectations
fought to bring them to fruition.
Imagine your surprise
when they were realized,
to find what you’d surmised
to be a paradise, what you fantasized
is actually a ruination
and your frustration forces a
mutation of
your plans.
She is nestled up against him
waiting for the whispered words
of adoration, desire.
He sighs contently, and tells her
she is cuddly.
That sounds like a teddy bear she says.
He pulls her closer, nuzzling into her neck,
but a single tear rolls down her cheek.
There is always an excuse
for not meeting expectations.
Someone else is always to blame
that you couldn’t meet expectations.
Everyone else is expected to leap
to meet your expectations.
Could you please just accept
responsibility for your actions?
.
.
Just a little venting. 🙂
Dude,
She’s just looking for a bit of empathy,
a wrap around her shoulders whisper in her ear,
“It’ll be okay. It’s you and me together, babe” moment.
She’s just hoping for a show of affection,
a finger trailing up her arm shooting sparks,
a kiss held for long enough to know you mean it.
She’s just waiting for you to come back
from wherever it is you’ve been wandering,
just wishing for you,
so don’t call her unreasonable, dude.
Her disappointment is justified.
She told you, didn’t she?
You saw it in her eyes and the set of her lips.
She had expectations,
and you, generally so sensible to duty,
ignored overt and covert messages,
and carried on blithely
as steam gathered in her head and shot out her ears
in silent reprobation.
Then you shrugged your shoulders, quirked your eyebrows,
and said, “What?” with a tone that flipped all switches of her self-control
and you were astonished at the explosion of emotion
thus released.
She told you. Why weren’t you listening?
I thought I knew
what was coming next,
but all I know
is nothing is what I expect.
.
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