Standing Wobbly-Legged

It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn

It was a one-eyed kind of morn With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy Slight images of a lovely form Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain Racking my skull for a proper memory Writing

Hands Out Of Your Pockets

  Get those hands out of your pockets & love someone Spread flirtatious innuendos so she’ll firmly understand Whispers roll off my lips upon naked skin in the sun & she knows this passion is worth all the misplaced sand   Image by adamkontor from Pixabay

Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta

  “Spread love everywhere you go: first of all in your own house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor… Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God’s kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes,