Places I Have Been

 

I have been in many places, but I've never been in Cahoots. Apparently, you can't go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone.

I've also never been in Cognito. I hear no one recognizes you there.

I have, however, been in Sane. They don't have an airport; you have to be driven there. I have made several trips there, thanks to many.

I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I'm not too much on physical activity anymore.

I have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go, and I try not to visit there too often.

I've been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.

Sometimes I'm in Capable, and I go there more often as I'm getting older.

One of my favorite places to be is in Suspense! It really gets the adrenalin flowing and pumps up the old heart! At my age I need all the stimuli I can get!

And, sometimes I think I am in Vincible but life shows me I am not!

I have been in Trouble many times; I spent many hours there as a lad.

I avoid being in Appropriate; the looks you get there are enough to kill.

I was in Candescent. Cool lighting; way too hot.

I was in Fantile once, but I outgrew their accommodations.

I've spent many days in Jured. Painful. Not a planned trip.

I avoided landing in Solvent by suddenly being in Herited. Rather nice, I'd say, somewhat like being in Sured!

I was in Substantial. Once. Felt like nothing there. I left and no one noticed.

I found that when I was in Famous, everyone looked at me the wrong way. Kinda creepy.

Almost got stuck in Finity. Took forever to get out of there!

Note: Parts of this were found on the internet, without a source, completely anonymous.  I added several lines.

 

 

 

Falling Mists

 

Falling mists,
    the cold, damp splendor,
Wrapped in gray,
   the earth held tender.
Light subdued
    by clouds and fog;
Air now cleansed
    of summer's smog.

Summer's heat
   and dust surrendered:
Cooling rain
   with moistness rendered;
Stifling warmth
   replaced with coolness;
Choking dust,
   with growing newness.

Autumn's rains
   give way to muted;
Autumn's hues
   reconstituted.
Joy returns
   upon a drizzle;
Gone is now
   the summer's sizzle.

Turn and joy
   to walk midst clouds now;
Gently kissed
   though far from crowds' wow.
Turn aside
   from noise all jangled,
Find I here
   life disentangled!
  
- D. Benning