A few More

Day 50:

Sexy knickers

Sexy knickers riding high
Doing naught but chafing thigh
Fancy bra of fanciful hue
Not quite built for holding two

Underwear is rarely sought
For anything outside support
Yet in drawers of drawers plain
Are those taboo and less mundane

Briefs so brief they barely are
And lacy things quite bizarre
Things with holes in front and back
And the thong for the magnetic crack

All the garments sit unworn
As days go by and I'm torn
Between the shorts old and soft
With the bra holding boobs aloft

Or something sexy but sorely felt
As it digs in below the belt
Looking great but unseen
As underclothes have mostly been

So once again I pick the shorts
Unglamorous but worth retorts
For I will be comfy in my gear!
... Depending on which dress I wear...

Day 51:Waiting

Hands tick by,
seconds go past
watch it fly
failing to last

soon becomes now
what is soon was
not knowing how
there is no pause

stir discomfort
powerless we
wait to buffer
towards the see

A coaster strains
cresting the hill
blinded by pains
downwards we spill

whipping through all
carts plummet on
ignoring your call
bring terror upon

Tick tock tick tock
beware the clock
for it controls time
and it cannot be stopped.

Day 52:Questions

Where we exist is telling
of our self and of our fate

for if we live in present
we surely lack restraint

and if we dwell in the past
then we have much regret

but if we work for tomorrow
we’re living on a bet

do we wait for dice to roll
before we make our move?

do we do as we have always done,
making ruts in this groove?

do we cast aside concerns
and just exist for joy?

do we close our eyes and shrug,
dancing chance’s ploy?

Will happiness come from asking why
or learning not to care?

Will contentment be in success
or from avoiding all we fear?

Will questions bring us answers
or drown us as they breed?

should we ignore suspicions
and not let dissention seed?

Which of the paths is righter?
to be ignorant and free?

Or to suffer and be learned?
(however cliche that may be)

And do we get to make that choice?
in blindness there’s not light

we may not know we're happy,
until all is put to plight.

And then surely we’ll look back
in derision of complaint

Wishing we’d spent time laughing
instead of worrying about what ain’t.