by | Mar 18, 2021 | Philosophy

With each thought we share
Though you may not care

You plant a seed of kind
That stimulates and excites my mind

And though you may not see
Ignore for modesty

We’ve experienced a mental intercourse
Though enjoyable, not grounds for divorce

So, choose your words well
For you can never tell

What from your words may grow
For all the world to know

And if that thought be true
I kiddingly beg of you

I’ve simply got to know
Does that make me a homo?*(1)

And if a person who plucks chickens is a chicken-plucker
Then I, who allow your thought penetration,
Does that make me a mind-fucker?


*(1) If you have conversation with someone of the same sex does that imply
homosexuality if the mind becomes impregnated with something that hadn’t
previously been there?

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)