Do you have a standard morning routine? Please c/c and help finsh?

Yowee yeah I do and glad ya dint say the other one.

I wake at 5, say "Thanks" to be alive

I gather thoughts,

seeds, bread and grains

to dish out and toss

to critters who also survived

another night.

My back porch a sanctuary

they come knowing I'll be feeding

as we wake the sun.

OK forgive me, I dint follow yer rules

Ski Idaho

I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. Let by begin my opinization with a short causerie: I was about 7 and I was out at the Olsen's house,....I was the youngest so I just listened, and I heard a strange new word being used, and it was s----hit. I then said "I have to go home. Bye." I walked home, walked directly into the Kitchen where Mommy was at work, and I said, "Mom" she looked at me and I said 's--hit x 10' said it about 10 times. She said nothing, but grabbed me by the arm, let me upstairs, used a Dial Gold bar of soap and washed my mouth out with soap very thoroughly. She then told me it was a dirty word and not to use it again.

So S-I, in the first stanza, craftily written, I gather you are talking about the other S being a Bowel Movement, right? I live with two young ladies and can promise you their routine can get much messier than mine when you start involving make-up and all that stuff. Nevertheless, I do agree that for a man, at least in this juncture of my life, there is no better feeling than dropping a brick in the proper receptacle while I read the Sports section of the Newspaper.

I love the way you write Bret. It is fun. It is natural, real, enjoyable. Too, your following is an omnium-gatherum of some of the best poets on YAP, and you should be proud of yourself sir, cause I am very proud of my lil bro.

With friendship and love I share,

Thomas

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@ Thomas - I consider it child abuse to wash a child's mouth with soap.

That being said I will regale you with my routine since you have told us yours.

I wake up. It is not an easy process.,

I don't want to do it.

I want to stay in this same town I have been

dreaming of for nights on end.

I go to a bar, there are a lot of old men there,

but they are friendly and harmless and then

I go to search for the lost pets.

I can't find them but I find this house

and there is promise from the people on the porch.

I ask, have you seen my dog? No but hon,

we have a horse you can ride.And I ride the horse into a large unspoiled pasture, but then

there are wolves and I am afraid

My horse vanishes and I am left running through long grass.

I gasp for air and am despairing when I find myself at

a Woolworths counter ordering a sundae with my Grandmother.

I am so relieved I take a little sip of air and bring the spoon to my mouth,

the ice cream is cold and coated in chocolate and is delicious,

my Grandma asks, Honey do you like it?

And I say, Yes, Grandma, I like it very much,

and she says,

wake up.

I do,

and here I am,

in the same little life,

the same predicaments,

the sameness.

Oh Grandma, and I want to go back.

i'm a capricorn, yet my increasing is libra... and my communique sign is Sagittarius, so as that performs into all of this. As a cap, I awaken in a well timed way, yet can not manage human interaction till ultimately 8 AM. regrettably, the libra increasing component to me is often VERY wakeful interior the morning so, probability is i would be bright and cheery at 750! The libra section additionally gets me to certain out of the mattress maximum days, waiting for the international. I consistently attempt to dress my maximum suitable with the cap/libra, yet, my sag areas do not in all probability care. So, probability is, now and back what I positioned on could be wrinkled while it would not be!

Sit,spin and twirl,

Stand on top of the world.

Shave your behind,

Sit and dine.

Shiny butt,all's fine.

So long!