lots of coins sometimes sounds like
the drip…drip…drip of water
for a prisoner in a mostly
silent torture
chamber.
***
National Coin Week (3rd week of April)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re its staple).
This poem Coins was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
and Silly Possibilities for a Silly Person. They’re on pages 5 and 9.
Paper can also be found in this blog via link https://whendeadlinesbecomezombies.wordpress.com/2024/04/10/paper-thats-not-legal-size-does-not-mean-its-illegal/ .
Silly Possibilities for a Silly Person is also in this blog via https://whendeadlinesbecomezombies.wordpress.com/2024/03/06/silly-possibilities-for-a-silly-person/
and (for its intro:)
Here’s the link to OV View‘s 4/26/24 issue (where they also appear): https://ovview.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Issue-8-Vol-17-4.26-final.pdf .
Two weeks earlier, in its 4/12/24 issue, OV View published my poem More Silly Possibilities for a Silly Person. It’s on page 5.
Here’s the link to the issue: https://ovview.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Issue-7-Vol-17-4.13-final.pdf .
More Silly Possibilities for a Silly Person can also be found in this blog via https://whendeadlinesbecomezombies.wordpress.com/2024/03/23/more-silly-possibilities-for-a-silly-person/ .
began in China. This surprises me since I thought
nail polish would have originated
in Poland (like Polish
sausage is from
Poland).
***
National Mani-Pedi Day (25th of April)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re its staple).
This poem Nail Polish was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
And this may help explain
why those copyrighted works
are unauthorizedly reproduced
or distributed.
***
Movie Theatre Day (the 23rd of April)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re its staple).
This poem Pirates was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
(where mood became calmer…
where I ponder)…
This stream: serene, scenic.
Not easy to leave it
(blue green surreal trip,
a deep drift,
healing, unspoken
agreement)…
***
Earth Day (the 22nd of April)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re its staple).
My poem and photo share a name, and that name is Stream.
They feature Mother Nature (whom folks should esteem).
get close together.
Soaking up waves of pleasure,
they savor rainbowy nectar.
***
The high of 420 (on the 20th of April)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re its staple).
My poem and my painting both share the name High Winged…
The sentence after this one is about timing.
While this April 21 post may feel one day late,
I’d rather post it now than have to wait.
strangely hang on wire above a street.
Could hanging shoes be a warning or a message?
Minds are what these shoes could mess with.
Maybe they’re part of a legend.
They could be a symbol of a change, departure, or end.
Perhaps they mark territory (more so if they have scent).
Wire over street is where lost shoes could’ve went…
***
National Hanging Out Day (19th of April)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re its staple).
This poem Shoes was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
And while I did not submit its last 2 italic sentences to Milpitas Post,
part of me wishes that I did. They can feel like a ghost.
because its hands high five each other
for both reaching the clock’s
top together (or it could
be a high
twelve).
***
National High Five Day (3rd Thursday of April)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re its staple).
This poem At 12:00 was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
since the way that she was talking was faster
and more acrobatic-like
than usual.
***
World Voice Day (the 16th of April)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re its staple).
This poem On the Phone was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
and purchase the final key component (aluminum foil)
for his art project. The store did not have
any foil. Therefore, the customer
was foiled. Foiled by
the foil.
***
National That Sucks Day (the 15th of April)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re its staple).
This poem Aluminum was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
When Deadlines Become Zombies 