Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Phyllis says she makes a good bear.
I don’t really want to trade a quilt
for a teddy bear. Neither
Whatever is expressive
about clumsiness (bad knees),
disproportion (potbelly,
After a bad night,
Goya might have invented turkeys.
Almost swamped by ink,
The best Buddhas blaze, inert, in Boston;
they shine like babies in a bath
because Bostonians are bitter
Stuff my eyes with clouds.
Dangle tender mites above my lashes till
the lids go lank
Here is the rock behind which she rose from the unpleasance of sea-foam.
“Just who did kill Dr. Brewer?” Nurse Kelly asks in the caf on break.
“I resent your asking.”
Her eyes flit about the room. “I know you’ve been seeing his former wife,” she says,
The devil, for one, is a philanthropist.
He gave so much
I came home juiced one night and collided with 7 planes in the dark. King Kong swatted them when he was on the Empire State, I see what he meant, you knock one away, another springs back.
You may want to engage in “activities to avoid boredom”. Here are some suggestions but feel free to invent games of your own and above all be imaginative.