A person who does a lot of knitting

seems like she, he, or they would have a greater chance

of having a fireplace

than a person who does not do

a lot of knitting.

***

Hell is Freezing Over Day (the 31st of January)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).

This poem Knitting was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

***

Also for the record: the version of the poem in Milpitas Post (years ago) did not have the “or they” part

since I was not aware of they as a gender identity when I first wrote Knitting.

To include they in it now (when I’m aware of this) feels fitting.

The esc key could’ve been called the exit key.

But it was not, and so there might be a trap

waiting after pressing the enter key.

To press the enter key

might be risky.

***

National Escape Day (the 30th of January)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).

This poem Esc Key was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

The jigsaw puzzle is kinda like an orgy

(and/or a matchmaking process

or a very complicated relationship with break-ups).

Pieces, pockets, knobs, and curves

interlocking with each other.

Sometimes flirting,

agreements,

disagreements,

friction, fittingness,

awkwardness,

hopefully closure and completion

along the way

and (especially with the latter two)

at the end of the day.

***

National Puzzle Day (the 29th of January)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).

This poem Jigsaw Puzzle was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

FYI resembles or could be a karate sound

effect/onomatopoeia.

More than just “for your information”

(and with a pronunciation of fee-eye),

saying fyi sounds like a striking message

that can enlighten others to not mess

with someone who knows and does

karate while saying fyi!

***

National Personal Self-Defense Awareness Month (January)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).

This poem FYI was published (years ago) by Milpitas Post;

continuing is the memory of this poem I wrote.

Tracing paper shares a similar kind

of lightness and thinness as toilet seat paper,

maybe because the shape of the latter

traces the shape of the seat itself.

***

Thomas Crapper Day (the 27th of January)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).

This poem Tracing Paper was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

Tailquarters (or the opposite of headquarters)

must be a place for the last

or those thought as least important.

Its inhabitants are underestimated though;

their potential is dormant…

***

Opposite Day (the 25th of January)

reminds me of these rhymes (in this post: I’m sharing).

This poem Tailquarters was published (years ago) by Milpitas Post.

Continuing is the memory of this poem I wrote.

And while this January 26th post might feel one day late,

I’d rather post it now than have to wait.

A fine should not be called a fine

since it is not fine to be fined.

Maybe fine should be redefined.

Penalty sounds more appropriate.

***

Opposite Day (the 25th of January)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).

This poem Fine was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

When the owner of a smartphone finally figured

out how to use it,

a new smartphone is advertised

(so the one she owns seems stupid).

Her phone does not have

this new smartphone’s upgrades.

In response, she puts

her palm to her face.

***

International Mobile Phone Recycling Day (the 24th of January)

reminds me of these rhymes (in this post: I’m sharing).

This poem Smartphone was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

A judge will play against a king

in a basketball game

(for the court).

***

The king lost his crown

so he went to the dentist.

Once found, he smiled.

***

National King Day (the 23rd of January)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).

These 2 non-italic poems Judge and The King were in Milpitas Post issues;

the memory of both my poems still continues.

Two toes having accidentally been shoved up

the nose of a bad guy

ripping his nose off his face.

Maybe that’s how karate started;

in a very unintentional way.

***

National Personal Self-Defense Awareness Month (January)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).

This poem Two Toes was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.