Ontopic Dorys thread of Meandering Nonsense

Day 10. The beginning of grief

Grief is in a bottle
Fizzing up
Building, rising
Threatening overload.
Numbness.

Sat at the traffic light,
All I hear is my indicator.
Turn right.
The change from red,
To amber,
To green,
To amber,
Seeing red.
Zoning in, zoning out.

Outside myself with overwhelm
Back again with the click of a finger,
The grief evaporated
Now in the room
Inside my head,
Hide the tears in the shed,
At the bottom of the garden,
Padlocked in so they don't escape,
Anticipating a plethora of wakes.

Waking up to realise
This is the start
The beginning of the end.
Months before we contemplate mend.
While the numbers mount
More than anyone can count
We don't know what's true
They'd tell us the sky isn't blue,
If it got their pals a back hander,
Neglecting us all, got mates to pander
Make sure we fill their pockets,
Press drawn in - crony puppets.

This is the start.
The beginning of the end.
Who's going to be left standing
At the other side of the bend?
 
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stayed home from work today
time for advancement denied, delayed
it's just that voice inside your mind
says it may be best to be confined

i feel alright, but not enough to stop
that guilty feeling that if i shop
that i, too may pass this new code red
without the symptoms as has been said

seems like everyone has something wrong
we all are dying from the moment we're born
they call it life,.. like it needs a tag
its as much, pre-death with a drawn out lag

we may use due diligence in our daily pursuit
make great leaps, avoid costly disputes
stay away from trouble, our days could be long
cross the wrong person could be your swansong

so promise me, son. you won't do the this thing i've done
walk away from Starbucks if you can
it don't mean you're weak if you don't buy a latte this week
it just means you won't contribute to covid-19
 
I was going to start listening to my music collection A to Z but decided to go as random as possible. Trying for one full album per night. If circumstances permit.
Tonight's random selection
Blue Öyster Cult - Spectres.
 
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I was going to start listening to my music collection A to Z but decided to go as random as possible. Trying for one full album per night. If circumstances permit.
Tonight's random selection
Blue Öyster Cult - Spectres.

quick story,..
1970-something,... went to watch Styx open up for BOC and didn’t realize my younger brother was there. afterward, i’m home with friends, reveling over the great performances by both groups.
all of a sudden my brother bursts into the room holding up and bragging about the drumsticks he’d caught from both drummers.

and people wonder why we never got along! ☺️
 
So I'm gonna try and make something like this for randomly choosing what i listen to each night. Cd vs vinyl and what letter the band will start with.
It'll keep me busy, kill time and I'll never actually use it if I ever finish it.
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quick story,..
1970-something,... went to watch Styx open up for BOC and didn’t realize my younger brother was there. afterward, i’m home with friends, reveling over the great performances by both groups.
all of a sudden my brother bursts into the room holding up and bragging about the drumsticks he’d caught from both drummers.

and people wonder why we never got along! ☺
Yeah but look at you now.
You're a rockstar of weed growers and he's still doing dishes at the Kingston Holiday Inn.
 
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Roses are red, but sometimes they ain't,
I jumped too hard today and sprang my taint,
I thought I could jump but learned that I can't,
The pain was severe, came close to a faint.
I had plans to sand the windows and paint;
My wife approved postponment, the wonderful saint.
My youth it evades me, this aging is quaint.
 
Day 11.

BFFF (Best Fluffy Friend Forever)

Still got one pooch left
To keep me company, not bereft.
But daily I wonder what would Targ do
If he was kept in this lockdown like a zoo. Nothing would have changed much,
But it'd be a comfort having his touch.

He never liked long walks,
Although I know if he would talk
He'd say, 'Mum why are you having cornetto for breakfast?
And more importantly is there any left?' And I'd gaze into his soulful eyes and say 'My darling, beautiful boy you earned your pay
By giving me the feeling of permanent safety'
God I've been missing you lately.

Six months have gone by
Without hearing your judgemental sigh, When I was staying up late drinking, Interrupting your sleep so I could stop my brain thinking,
Your soppy wet nose in the morning, Alerting me to the sunshine dawning.

Would Targ view isolation with a moan?
Of course not! He was born to work alone. Patrolling our garden territory,
A canine militia, a fluffy dignitary,
Bringing beauty into my world,
Now only in pictures can I see your curls.

I miss the laziness of his attitude
Feel likes this might be a platitude,
But I lost my best friend 6 months ago,
And I missed his birthday this week too. Got lost in this chaos, swept up with the blue.
I'm sure he won't mind my lapse in memory,
It was only temporary,
Because he's always in my mind and heart, We'll never really be apart.

My soul dog Targ.
 
Day 11.

BFFF (Best Fluffy Friend Forever)

Still got one pooch left
To keep me company, not bereft.
But daily I wonder what would Targ do
If he was kept in this lockdown like a zoo. Nothing would have changed much,
But it'd be a comfort having his touch.

He never liked long walks,
Although I know if he would talk
He'd say, 'Mum why are you having cornetto for breakfast?
And more importantly is there any left?' And I'd gaze into his soulful eyes and say 'My darling, beautiful boy you earned your pay
By giving me the feeling of permanent safety'
God I've been missing you lately.

Six months have gone by
Without hearing your judgemental sigh, When I was staying up late drinking, Interrupting your sleep so I could stop my brain thinking,
Your soppy wet nose in the morning, Alerting me to the sunshine dawning.

Would Targ view isolation with a moan?
Of course not! He was born to work alone. Patrolling our garden territory,
A canine militia, a fluffy dignitary,
Bringing beauty into my world,
Now only in pictures can I see your curls.

I miss the laziness of his attitude
Feel likes this might be a platitude,
But I lost my best friend 6 months ago,
And I missed his birthday this week too. Got lost in this chaos, swept up with the blue.
I'm sure he won't mind my lapse in memory,
It was only temporary,
Because he's always in my mind and heart, We'll never really be apart.

My soul dog Targ.
Beautifully done!!:clap: