Wellow

 Well!

HI !

Darling Daughters of Mine

🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺

Greetings from the holiday HI

In a lovely Green Room 

by the by

🌻

Within a multitude in bloom

💚💚💚

Rolled up towels full of Ooomm!

And the Luxury of 

So many hours

Hugs and kisses

from this here Ms Missis

From me to you my darlings

By the by

🌸🌸🌸

The Tide

There once lived an ambitious young man 

Who discovered the secret to Growth -  

(real growth)

A particular kind of growth 

Potentially beneficial to countless:

And though Visible to all - 

Everyday and in every way

 yet somehow. He saw things in

Another way

So anyway...

He decided to share his dream 

Knocking on doors and talking

He talked and talked and talked to 

anyone and to everyone

The months turning into years

His voice going gravelly hoarse as

Some laughed or were openly rude 

Yet others attempted to copy 

Or blatantly plagiarised

Whilst others quietly dissuaded in - 

A myriad of ways 

Behind his back.

All the while thinking:

How DARE he? Think different!

How dare he? See different!

How dare he? Talk different!

The real surprise was that often

The greatest resistance came from his own people.

Same sex, same race, same culture 

Same religion. 

Then one day things came to a head

and finally someone stepped up

and stood up for him.

Turning the tables they cried:

How dare YOU speak this way?

How dare you behave this way

How dare you act this way?

Only then did the Tide begin 

To really turn

Vertical Lines

Victor taught us much in his quest to seek out 

the meaning behind the shadows -

shining a light into the recesses of man's mind.

Of all the thousands of words he uttered

It is the image of the Bird and the Sunlight:

Beyond those Vertical Lines 

His words - at least for me tonight 

the only ones containing any Real Meaning.

Today & tonight surrounded as IAm

by this hideous sea of gilded grey

I watch closely as unobserved, 

he slides yet another small piece of bread 

into the inner pocket of his jacket

And all those old vertical lines from before? 

Although now long gone

They remain deeply embedded within his soul.

And tonight across this vast ocean of space and silence 

I learn that residing amongst his satin-lined pockets

One can find not only crusts and crumbs

But also the crumbs and keys

(To Frank lest we forget)

Have you got IT

CUPPSO continues to seek

Mutually supportive 

Meaningful partnerships 

in our rapidly changing times.

We are ideally seeking a CFO 

with IT knowledge

To Be or not to Be?

Not sure I care to be 'nice'

Not sure I care to be

Not sure I care to

Not sure I care

Not sure

Not?

No.

Not! 

Sure. I care not

Sure? I care not to be

Sure! I care not be 'nice'

CRYSTAL

On that particular NACHT, the glass began to crack: 

On mirrors and on light bulbs 

and on screens of various kinds.

Those blue grey dark hued surfaces 

for years had taken note - 

Of all the things we'd left unsaid no stone was left untold. 

They followed all our every wheres

The hows and all the whys?

Behind granny E's vacuous face you'll find 

Her stupid lies.