It Is Just A Bad Dream

I have sore shoulders,

I have itchy toes,

I have high fever,

I have running nose.

I need immediate medical care,

Shall I call 911? I suppose.

But which treatment shall I get,

My goodness, it is hard to choose.

My eyes are wet,

My hair is loose,

My phone is dead,

My credit cards confuse.

My life ends up in despair,

Shall I call 911? I suppose.

How can I survive and feel fair?

Only the divine knows.

In a frightful mood,

I run wild in the neighborhood,

I yell,

I tell…

It is just a bad dream,

I wake up and enjoy my blissful life all the same.

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Leo’s Z to A challenge (Y is 4 YELL):

Victoria’s Monday Writing Challenge: (Dream on)

How Women And Men Love (4 Victoria Writing Prompt)

A woman loves a man,

She shows it via her cooking,

A man loves a woman,

He cares more about her looking.

A woman who loves a man wants a child or two,

It is a bliss if the man wants the same too.

After they work out plans to stay merry,

They will get engaged and marry.

She loves him, body and soul,

He loves her, more than he can tell.

It’s his greatest joy to plow and sow

As their love continue to grow.

Their baby may have Daddy’s eyes,

Black, brown, or blue,

Their kitchen may have Mommy’s pies,

Warm, fresh, and cool.

The loving birds know happiness there is no transcending,

Their marriage holds for goodness’ sake a rather cheery ending!

How women and men love,

That’s my take from above.


This poem is an entry for Victoria’s Monday Writing Prompt.