Paula's Poetry

  MY NAUGHTY KINDLE I like technology, really I do I worked with it for years, more than a few Others I trained while fear was on the younger But I have always gone when there has been no other I only like phones if I need to call or a friend rings me The mobiles are great because I am not tied, but walk free However, however, however, A Mobile along throws me into a never Want this leash on my time When I go freedom is my design Now my Naughty Kindle is another thing In bygone days was a joy to bring It had books and books and books galore I had no need to wander in and out a store Always a passenger never a driver Gave me the time to read, to savor But my Naughty Kindle a gift from a son Burdens me down with more work to be done. But that is not the reason for this display No, no, no, no, there is more to this dismay I know my New York accent throws some off But voice to text doesn't try to match, just scoff And when I tell what the naughty Kindle does It types my words until i...

  SUNSHINE AND STORMS Sweet, glorious, sun-kissed happiness Understands the heights of joyfulness Noon repast, laid with expectation Soon to receive a long forgotten flirtation Honey mine woman borne four precious alive In and out the years grew apart yet children thrived Notions of apart but still near, to cosset and care Eventually brings heartbreaks, tears, and despair. Angels descend and instruct repentance Nigh the time approaches that brings Damnation or Salvation Salvation sounds strongly and Trysts only if sanctified difficult Options grow narrow as calling Rises more clamorous Mounting a fever of favor Surmounting worldly lusts ~PLS/PCS~10/26/2020 All reactions: 25 Nancy Ndeke, Ica Iova and 23 others 20 2 Share

  WHAT BREED? When you refer to a Human by Asking “Breed?” That’s a bit bizarre Blood is blue, cut is red Race is human Evolved from apes? Evolved from God? Dios is my choice. ~PLS/PCS~10/26/2021 I need to explain this - first, never write a poem when your mind is on something else. Second, explain a bit more - In my mind we talk of breeds when it is an animal such as my Pit Terrier Serafina who was raised in a pound for her first year with only cats for company, thus she thinks she is a cat. Third, the poem was triggered by a comment about the caste system being removed, and someone saying how will we know their breed? All reactions: 1 Larisa Chernova

  IN THE NIGHT In the night, evil lurks and squats, needing cover to its pooping Tasteless, salacious, crude Hasty posting and skittering away Eventide before dawn sheds its light Now, no friends of mine are determined to insults or injury but those who are walking Gawking and stalking a downward path Hellbound to regions no sane person seeks Time to awaken to reality; only a short time to malady. ~PLMS/PCSS~10.27.2022 Sudbury news photo I usually see sparkle and good, but some people always want to stir a pot of sludge. And as I took a quick look at my mobile found the crudeness that the ignorant want to spread in these times. Under cover of darkness, all and everyone is brought into the light. Even the emoji is in distress. All reactions: 2 Mark Durfee and 1 other 1 Share On this day