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Ode to a fart

Crazy in Action, Me Myself and I, My creations, , , , , , , ,

Sometimes I have no idea where something comes from, but if it’s strong enough or amusing enough, I have to follow through.

This is one such moment.

I was struck by an intense desire to text a certain someone that they’d already farted in front of me, and in fact what seems like ages ago. I was being nudged very strongly to “break the (embarrassing) ice”, and though amusing I wasn’t sure how that would go. Like: “really, text someone at 9pm to tell them they’d already farted in front of me!?!?!” My mind kept saying: ‘bad idea. Really bad idea!’

But I’m still being nudged.

So I thought a poem instead.

Ode to a fart

Sinky
Smelly
Sometimes
Right there
"Dude you dropped a massive one!"

Other times
Silent
Sneaky
Before you know it
Deadly
Stench
None can break free from

Onions
Garlic
Pale in comparison
Vampires would
Welcome their
Enemy
Over SBD

Garlic rots
Onions wilt
At just the sound
Of it's name
Silent but deadly

Never oh never
Can such a horrid bomb 
Be released
In public
It would decimate
Olfactory nerves
For miles and miles

Don't dare
Light a
Flame
You never know
It's blast radius

And they always
Seem to KNOW
No one really
Gets away with it

Just think
The next time
You are in a mask-less
Zone

How many
Bombs
You survived
Because of
Covid!

   ~ Treasa Cailleach

Ok, it’s official. I’m a dork with a messed up sense of humor. I have no idea the reason or cause, but by the time I finished my little poem here, I was giggling.

I hope you have a good laugh. May you understand your messages and know why you’re supposed to do something. May you have good connections with those around you and be comfortable expressing things you are guided to say.

Om Shanti

I’m me.

Me Myself and I, My creations, , , , , , , 
Happy
Sad
Sometimes terse
For better
or worse
Plump
Strong
Healthiest
'Unhealthy'
You'll ever find
Capable
Aware
A companies' wet-dream
Desiring for my own
Dreams
Manifest
Carrying all
Responsibility
Stress
Loving myself anyway
In every
Dress
Formal
Casual
Jeans and boots
Scrubs
Can be scrubbed
Or finely polished
Rough around the edges
A beautiful gem
Hiding
Kindness matters
Especially for
One's own heart
I'm me
And always will be

     ~Treasa Cailleach

Take time to appreciate and love yourself this holiday season.

May you know your worth and love yourself for it. May you have the happiest of holidays with or without family or friends.

Om Shanti

Tristesse

Me Myself and I, My creations, , , , , , , 
Heaviness
Burning
Aching from deep
Not deep
Penetrating
Radiating
A conversation
Sans words
Feeling
All and none
Emotions blurred
Saddness outweighs
Thick and heavy
A denseness permeates
Heart and throat
But somehow
Love stays alive
Turbulent waters
Threaten drowning
No life preserver
No hands to grasp
No boat to board
Aching and burning
Unseen conflict
But somehow
Love Is felt
Love Stays alive
       ~Treasa Cailleach