Baby switch off was a touchy subject until Bob and Sue

realized the powerful duo mojo that sparked off solo gogo.

It kinda freaks me out

that I'm an expert in fishy business.

Harold had an itchy feeling

that his high school memories

were going to seed.

An inner thought

contemplates the perils

of outspoken dissent.

Pubescent Venus, rising out of her inner shell,

found herself a fly catcher, not a man catcher,

and was not amused.

A wise man leaves well enough alone,

and Leif was determined to prove it.

A flying fish wish

practically beams Sweet Baibio

on her bonnet, she lost in flights of fancy,

soaring overhead with Trumpeter Swans,

Northern Gannets and Tropicbirds.

Apple of My Eye encounters

Sweet Honey Pot at the local Meet Up.

Why is it that just when I'm ready to fly

I tend to get a flat tire?

Crabby Weather

Growing always happens

when I'm not in the mood for it.

Insightseers

Ya think that's a reason why over there?

It sure looks like a solid root of a matter.

Oooh! Look! There's a shaboomah magic! Cool!

This calm before the storm

holds a whole note of awareness,

the sweet song that is you.

Umbrella belles sing ding dong ding dong.

Flurried ice, drifting sideways, mists into tears.

Opinionated Tulips

Jeepers, that Daisy sure does get potted sometimes.

I'm trying not to look.

All she needs is a bit of grounding.

Hey! Dig deep, Daisy-Girl, dig deep!

Quacklin' cold comfort.

What do I do with this

window into the future?

It's too low to embrace,

too easy to kick,

and impossible to kiss goodbye.

When I can't handle my inner limits

I make a break for the outer lands.

Freedom lies in the scent of the sage.

Playing with progress means

pestering the past

and pushing the envelope,

one pint-sized step at a time.

(Ah... Keep ticklin' that spot!)

A Mother's Dexterritory

'Twas little Sue who sidled through

to look upon Abe's flexings.

Then down said she will I toss thee

my hope for mingling blessings.

But low did go a mommy slow

so quickly man did tremble.

And Sue fell flat and Abe in hat

abandoned close knit pressings.

Scoop, scoop an' a swish!

Hip a little dipstick wish!

If I go down and breath no mo',

Twitch a little trick rich dish.

Dog Wise Game Plan

No thinky-linky-with-your-pinky!

Move-n-groove-man!

Ruff and roll

with the punches!

Grampy advice 

(heehee heehee)

So nice, so nice

(heehee heehee)

You might hear it twice

(heehee heehee)

Or maybe it's thrice

(heehee heehee heehee).

Higher archical flying lessons.

Lollipop Loving and Losing

Looks like Ed set her uh... uh... up again.

Yep...

Whoops!

...and now she's licked!

Twisted Wisdom

If you exhale the gimp within

You'll lessen the limp without.

I think I must be getting old.

This morning I got out of bed and everything quack'd.

Sometimes I can't decide if all my gesticulating

will just drive me into a hidden train wreck,

or if maybe that state of delicious merry-cherry

can only be attained by whipping up

a gentle ferocity.

Understanding Flighty Directions

Eh? Errrr.... oh!

Suck in the sight

Of the expected height.

Take a one!

Then a two!

It's a lift off for you.

Children Gone Wild

Do I hide helpless back in the sack

or must I march boldly into the see?

These fingerlings need growing

and I'm here a-smoldering.

We've been beating this idea

around the bush for days.

My conclusion?

It's time to bury it.

Case closed.

Creatively beep discussion.

AAAAAA!

Noooooooooo!!!

?

!?!

!?!?!?!

!?!!!?!

!?!

!

Ahhhhh.

Yessssssssss.....

(Between brattishness and  blissfulness

there flows an endless see of wonderment.)

Ma, when will I rise out of these depths?

Ah, my baby Bubble-Loo,

All good thoughts can only rise

once they've taken on the weight of the dark

and turned it into incredible lightness of being.

Lucky Stiffs Locked in Sibling Rivalry

Look at me!

I'm sitting in the end spot!

I'm the luckiest, bestest gold pot!

Hoho, careful how you crow!
If it weren't for me and my desire to rain glow
you wouldn't have a dream to sit in.

Oh, quit ducking from the discussion.

I'm quack'd too.

My favorite part of Thanksgiving

is the turkey dressing,

but ma seems upset

by it this

year.

A sound air purifier.

Hope Family Pride

Remember kids,

it's up to us to seed the sky

with sunny horizons

or that composting pile of

disturbing machinations

upon which we feed will

not be all for naught.

Oncoming inclement weather

plays pool with the philosopher's musings

on whether the weather be good.

Good grief, just go for it, man!

If I weren't the cold drip that I am

I'd be fluttering all over the place

burning up that glorious sky

with poetical, trans-celestial,

fip-flappering loquations.

Rocky dreams are hail for the feather.

Thought balloon being bugged before

elevating to a sunny thought.

Minor magician about to cause a major mishap

by reining wild with momentary musings.

Only the Shadow Knows

What's going on in there, Dad?

 Too much light on the subject, Kid.

Not enough contrast to frame

a path forward.

Hilda, I think we've gotten too caught up in our own magic.

Pile of Did Snot

You did, too!

I

(Achoo!)

Did not!

Did not! Did not!

Did not! Did not! Did not!

(Sniff.)

I scream for me in my solitarity!                           .

                      And it's you I use to build solidarity.

Billowing Balloons

(.........seeeeeee....meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee........wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......)

  

Oh, how I wish for something magical to happen...

(.........seeeeeee....meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee........wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......)

Party Favors

Madame, I admire your robustity.

And I, Sir, your augustity.

Hee hee, Mabel...

After all these years of your longing

for an unconsciously elegant figure

I see your old bones are finally dissolving

into a graceful sketchiness of being.