Those frustrating days when nothing seems to be appreciated. Yeah, I have those. Most know me as a perfectionist when it comes to editing, and a creator when it comes to writing and photography. But the fact is...its really hard to write and create simply because there are days when you wonder if anyone is reading at all....
Sure, this blog gets ‘plenty’ of views, but how many stop and read? Not many comment, that’s for certain. So how can I even tell how many read?
A Brainless Nod is a blog about love and life, passionately written using articles, poetry, and serial web fiction. We are Dan and Lisa, and we both enjoy writing immensely. We hope you enjoy this look at our passions, our life together, and our opinions. Posts are sporadic due to us entering college, but expect new stuff every now and then!
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Wednesday, September 25, 2013
There Will Always Be Days Like Yesterday
Friday, August 9, 2013
(poem) - What is That Smell?
There’s nothing like a smell in the house
One that you just can’t find.
It smells like a giant dead mouse
Or a moose’s putrid behind.
It lingers in every room
No matter how many candles you burn
You try to spray perfume
But your nose does nothing but yearn
For a time when there is no smell
A room that does not make you gag
Damn this place smells like hell
Or a discarded wash rag
We’ve emptied the trash cans
And searched every cranny
We cannot find the deadman
Nor his putrid fanny
But we will keep up the search
For this affront to the nose
But allowing it to continue the stench
Would not be a good way to end the prose
It’s the quest
For the Holy Grail
And I can attest
We shall not fail
Because we are sick and tired
Of this awful reek
We don’t want to be mired
In the smell of something that died last week
Help us
Oh mighty lord
Deliver us
From this smell’s deadly sword
And bring to us
Gentle smells
Of beautiful rose buds
Or other flowers of bright pastels
But until you do
We have the Scentsy burning bright
And we will leave them all on
If we have to, all bloody night....
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
One that you just can’t find.
It smells like a giant dead mouse
Or a moose’s putrid behind.
It lingers in every room
No matter how many candles you burn
You try to spray perfume
But your nose does nothing but yearn
For a time when there is no smell
A room that does not make you gag
Damn this place smells like hell
Or a discarded wash rag
We’ve emptied the trash cans
And searched every cranny
We cannot find the deadman
Nor his putrid fanny
But we will keep up the search
For this affront to the nose
But allowing it to continue the stench
Would not be a good way to end the prose
It’s the quest
For the Holy Grail
And I can attest
We shall not fail
Because we are sick and tired
Of this awful reek
We don’t want to be mired
In the smell of something that died last week
Help us
Oh mighty lord
Deliver us
From this smell’s deadly sword
And bring to us
Gentle smells
Of beautiful rose buds
Or other flowers of bright pastels
But until you do
We have the Scentsy burning bright
And we will leave them all on
If we have to, all bloody night....
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
Friday, May 17, 2013
(poem) - Some Bosses Have it Coming
Bad bosses, bad bosses
They are all around us
Those that take their power
To throw us under a bus
I’ve dealt with them
All my life
They are good for nothing
Except way too much strife
But how do you get them back
When you’ve finally had enough?
Do you lash out and quite
As soon as it gets rough?
Say the day before your scheduled
Would that be okay?
To walk up to the boss
And tell them to have a nice day?
Or maybe you shouldn’t
Even show up at all
They’ll call to yell
And you can tell them where to crawl
Or are you the ‘better person’
And allow them to win
By turning in your two week’s notice
Showing up until your days end?
The fact is, many bosses have it coming
They allow their power to go to their heads
And treat their workers
As if they were brain dead.
Why do people get that way?
How do they fall so far?
Or are assholes predisposed
To climbing the corporate ladder?
All I know for sure
Is that I’m sick to death
Of all these douche bags
Being allowed to take another breath
So if you are in a position
To screw your boss over
I say go for it
Its not like they’d give you a good reference ever
Don’t let anyone take your happiness away
Especially not for a paycheck
Money might be hard to come by
But if your on the way out anyway...what the heck?
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
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