"Angel Dancer" - Bahamas AI art
©A. Derek Catalano
"Angel Dancer" - Bahamas AI art
©A. Derek Catalano
Monday, October 7, 2024
Sunday, October 6, 2024
What Of Tomorrow?
"Night Sky Wonder" - Bahamas AI art
©A. Derek Catalano
What of tomorrow, the dawn not yet seen,
Where dreams take their flight in a world so serene?
Does it rise like the sun with a promise to keep,
Or fade in the shadows where the hopeful ones weep?
The winds of today carry whispers unclear,
Of futures untold, of joy, and of fear.
In the cradle of night, as the stars softly glow,
We ponder the seeds that we’ve chosen to sow.
What of the heartaches left buried and deep?
Do they follow us forward, awake from their sleep?
Or does the horizon, in its golden embrace,
Leave them scattered behind with no trace, no place?
Tired of Being Broke
"Broke Again" - Bahamas AI art
©A. Derek Catalano
Tired of Being Broke
Oh, the woes of my wallet, perpetually thin,
Every payday arrives, then vanishes again.
My bank account balance? A sight to behold—
Like a winter breeze: bitter and cold.
I shuffle through pockets, both empty and light,
Hoping some cash might pop out in sight.
But alas! All I find is an old stick of gum,
And a coupon expired, for ice cream—yum.
I dream of a life where riches abound,
Where dollars rain down without making a sound.
But here I sit, in this broken-down chair,
Imagining wealth as I eat stale air.
Every payday arrives, then vanishes again.
My bank account balance? A sight to behold—
Like a winter breeze: bitter and cold.
I shuffle through pockets, both empty and light,
Hoping some cash might pop out in sight.
But alas! All I find is an old stick of gum,
And a coupon expired, for ice cream—yum.
I dream of a life where riches abound,
Where dollars rain down without making a sound.
But here I sit, in this broken-down chair,
Imagining wealth as I eat stale air.
Saturday, October 5, 2024
Drown Yourself in Rum
""Arrrrrrrr!" - Bahamas AI art
©A. Derek Catalano
Drown Yourself in Rum
When the sky is gray and the clouds hang low,
And the winds of life have ceased to blow,
When your boss is a tyrant, your job’s a bore,
And you're sick of staring at the office floor—
It’s time, my friend, for a noble quest,
To seek a liquid that’s truly the best.
So forget your worries, pack up that glum,
And take a plunge—drown yourself in rum.
Once upon a ship on the open sea,
Sailed Captain Morgan wild and free.
With a bottle in hand and a heart full of cheer,
He’d shout, “Rum for all! It’s the greatest of beer!”
His crew would cheer with a rowdy song,
And the parrots would squawk, “We’ve been drunk all along!”
From Tortuga to Port Royal, his fame was spread,
For rum, dear matey, goes straight to your head.
A sip of the dark stuff, warm like the sun,
Isn’t that how all good battles are won?
Whether you’re plundering gold or feeling dumb,
Just hoist up your flag and drown yourself in rum.
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