To toast or not to toast a sandwich

can depend on the weather and/or your mood.

Toast it when your taste buds are lonely cold,

comfort distract you (and if you brood).

If taste buds are chilly,

toasted sandwich can give

them a h(oo)ug.

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National Toast Day (last Thursday of February)

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

This poem To Toast or Not to Toast a Sandwich was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

February’s shortness

encouraging the spring,

like red (looks stoplight limiting)

leads to green go/growing…

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The sooner (than most months) ending of the 2nd month (February)

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

This poem February’s Shortness was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

Love or Lust or Like?

I love you I need you I want you like no tomorrow.

You are my first priority;

for you I’ll leave my cargo.

Or

I lust you I knead you I crave you like no tomorrow.

You are my must priority;

let’s give in to our passion carnal.

I’m not sure how or if

I can ever tell these thoughts

to my secret crush.

And so I keep these thoughts to myself

so we don’t lose each other,

so we don’t lose us.

***

Carpe Diem Day (the 26th of February)

and International Friendship Month (February)

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

This poem Love or Lust or Like? was (years ago) in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

A bowl of salsa dip functions as a hot tub

for chips. Their spa serves sauce,

so it can be called

the spauce.

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National Tortilla Chip Day (24th of February)

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

This poem Bowl of Salsa was published (years ago) by Milpitas Post.

Continuing is the memory of this poem I wrote.

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Onto a different subject

(so this post not done yet):

In its 2/23/24 issue, Orangevale View published my other work Readings on Feelings (on page 2).

Here’s the link to the issue:

https://ovview.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/Issue-4-Vol-17-2.23.24-FINAL.pdf .

For those who might not want to check that issue out,

I’m including the poem in this post, here and now:

Readings on Feelings

Readings of five more poems (featured in OV View)

were recently recorded and can now be listened to.

Anagram for Skies, Pink Anagram, Tears,

Husband, and Love are five poems for your ears.

For those who might wonder how they’re spoken or sound:

my website includes links to where they’re found…

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Links for Anagram for Skies: https://youtube.com/shorts/F6JpaK7oD0E ,

for Pink Anagram: https://youtube.com/shorts/FDYMADz0BU8 ,

for Tears: https://youtube.com/shorts/mfkb7jrgTKg ,

for Husband: https://youtube.com/shorts/-ldy2o0ga2Q ,

for Love: https://youtube.com/shorts/WGY9YG_IF9o .

Also, these five writings are in this blog

(continuing the memory of what I wrote and thought).

“Do you have any pets?” got answered

with “I got younger

siblings.”

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Onto a different subject

(so this post not done yet):

A coin that’s got a decomposing face

has changed

into a zombie president!

***

Family Day (in Canada, 3rd Monday of February)

and Presidents’ Day (also 3rd Monday of February)

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

These two non-italic poems Pets and Coin were in Milpitas Post issues;

the memory of both my poems still continues.

Winter is called winter because calling it loseter

might make people feel lost or loserish

(especially since some major

competitions happen

during winter).

***

The 2024 BAFTAs and NBA All-Star Game (on the 18th of February)

and competitions and award shows in winter (including February)

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

This non-italic poem Winter was published (years ago) by Milpitas Post;

continuing is the memory of this poem I wrote.

Waiting for a late yoga teacher to arrive

to class might really be that teacher’s lesson,

or an exercise of patience, discipline,

and concentrating (especially

on any potential sign

of that teacher’s

arrival).

***

World Human Spirit Day (17th of February)

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

This poem Late Yoga Teacher was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.