The playing field was leveled, but we got a round.
Initially, the game that wasn’t was meant to be fair.
We ended up with fairs,
where all the games are rigged.
The darts are dull, and the balloons are made of steel.
And yet, we like to believe we are pretty sharp.
Risks were born to be assessed.
Stubborn asses, aren’t we?
Gambling away with one goal in mind.
We will not give up our position.
Born to lose are we who see
life as a game full of chances.
We only get one chance,
one soap bubble.
Don’t blow it!
Or try to pick up the pieces?
Very true, Pops! One can’t blow up
that which has already blown away,
unless your a real dandy lion.
I like it!
We’re forever blowing bubbles.
Well, Bonnie, I’ll be damned. Good to see ya!
I sure hope everything is cool with you and yours nowadays.
Yes, I still blow bubbles, but I’ve foregone the soap.
It makes what bark I have left go dry before it decides to flake off.
Take care now, girl! And thanks for the Monday surprise.
It’s been a busy summer. It is all good. I trust all is well with you also.
Don’t get too flaky now you heah?
Nice words uncle, nice poetry. Of course those things are made to make us feel good about us, to feel we are a big shot, just for hitting a with a stick a small ball.
Which solution do we have one? Oh, yes, we think we know it all.
Nice advice to end with. I like it, and I think we will be wise enough to know when we need to act cause that chance has arrived. Do not worry we ll know when it comes.
Love and hugs uncle T
(Hope I did not missunderstood many things, please let me know if I did)
Is all well with me, Bonnie? Absolutely knot.
But in that special way, I somehow get around it.
Thank you, Mariana!
I wood say, you understood correctly.
Sometimes we act from what we call our
well-established principals, even if it is not to
our own personal advantage. One Chance, with
a capital ‘C’, is no to be confused with those other
things we so rightly call timely opportunities. Knock, knock.
I hope I am wise enough to know that nothing I believe is for sure.
So what will it be next time around, marbles or Chinese checkers?
Luvz & hugz to you too, sweet niece!
Juggling bubbles on the midway makes it hard to not break the one that really matters.
You’ve made a sharp, pointed response, Sir Mark!
I’ll can do the jug pretty well, but not so with the dinga-ling.
pop pop goes the weasel!
that sly and slithery fellow…
pop what bubble and when
oh no .. there it goes …
Yeah you!! over here … BLOW!
Coming from you, I should have known.
Your response has blown me away.
Fantastic, Lillith! You’ve rounded it out.
*grin* well now … blown you away? really? ahmmmm.
I like your poem… and your bubbles too…
Yes, Lillith, I do understand the importance
of the clearing of one’s throat. Uh-hmmm!
Is that where your prince, the frog, comes in?
And, btw, I want you to know…you’ve inspired me to
make my first attempt at a piece that will be to your liking.
I will be posting it tonight, and I’d love to hear your
thoughts on the matter, if you wood be so kind.
Thank you, and have a good day!
Thank you, Cindy!
Please stay tuned, although I might pre-warn you.
Beware, your finer sensibilities might be offended
with my next post, but I sure hope knot. It’s really
just about having a little fun with s-e-x-y words. O.K.?
i loved this pome it was awesome
Aww… some more promised!.
I’m in suspenders…..you remember those, Uncle?
I’m glad you liked my pome, boyimnew.
Your comment really hit home. Have we met?
Avonymoose, come on now…
of course I recognize that!
It means it can’t be below the belt.
Uncle Tree I am … honoured … perhaps you can use it for this?
I do so hope you will submit an entry. http://pillowtalkpress.wordpress.com/2009/09/17/the-salon-challenge-ii/
I don’t aim to blow it.
Haven’t seen you in months,
but I’m glad you are still in the world with me.
And thank you for a great poem.
Hooray! You’ve sent me aloft, Maj One.
I really have missed you don’tcha know?
I’m so glad you’ve come back.
You know what they say about that?
Thanks for circling back around!
You have a lot of catching up to do.
Take your time, Sher, and let me know
what you think, what you like, and what…
I’ll always stick up for you. Luvz and hugz!
no i dont think so im male 30 years old blue eyes do you know me i dont think i know you
boy if you’re 30 i’m 11
did my son urge you to do this?
otherwise…if not, why
is your english so…so elementary?
“How is it, you’re the only poet who can burst my bubble,” she asked, her whole body laughing.
Is that a question, funny girl?
Bubbles are most fragile,
and will pop at the drop of a pen.
If I ever reach your falls,
I may learn how to ‘get a grip’,
but for now I’ll hold on loosely,
instead of letting myself go.