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Sneak up on their prey
very silent and deadly
don't get in their way.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.12/2015
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Cross eyed woman had a nasty fall
after running into a brick wall
she was hit over the head
with a big loaf of bread
while trying to play basketball.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.23/2004
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#1
Put the toilet seat down.
What woman wants to end up falling into the toilet in the middle of the night?
#2
Stop changing the channel.
Believe me guys, when women are trying to watch a soap opera, you best leave the remote alone.
#3
Put your own dirty clothes in the laundry.
I hate picking up crusty socks.
#4
Stop farting at the table.
Do you mind? I'm trying to eat.
#5
Excuse yourself when you burp.
And they say our children have to have manners.
#6
Roll your own damn cigarette.
When was the last time you rolled me one?
#7
Clean your messes up.
Trust me guys, you're a bunch of slobs.
#8
Don't call me stupid.
We women are just as smart, if not smarter than you are.
#9
Move out of my way.
When a woman is trying to get something done, the man always stands in the middle of the room.
#10
Turn the music down.
I know you guys love your music loud, but sheesh!
#11
Get out!
The least you guys could do is give us a little privacy in the bathroom.
#12
Do it yourself.
I'm sure you guys are smart enough to do things on your own.
#13
Get it yourself.
Guys, get your lazy, fat butts off the couch and make your own sandwich.
#14
Use your manners.
We don't like being told what to do without a simple please and thank you.
#15
Take your boots off at the door.
Women hate it when men carry dirt into the house after just cleaning the floors.
#16
Shut up!
When we are trying to watch a movie, that means we are trying to hear it too.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.24/2004
I know some of these sound mean. No offense guys.
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Don't let hate consume you
it will eat you alive,
make you hateful and bitter
your life will take a nosedive.
You'll grow old much faster
way before your time,
let the love you feel in your heart
be set free, let it shine.
It's hard not to hold a grudge
especially if your heart's been hurt,
let God deal with those persons
think of them as dirt.
Just walk away from them
turn the other cheek,
what goes around, comes around
be yourself, mild and meek.
It's okay to feel angry
you have every right,
don't let hate consume you
never let it keep you awake at night.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.29/2015
God will punish those in the end, that decided to make your life so hurtful and horrible, that you just can't take it anymore. Don't sink to their level. You are much better than they are.
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They like to be held
when the weather gets cold,
they could be worn down to nothing
don't mind growing too old.
They enjoy having a cold drink
even a warm one would do,
enjoy being kissed softly
when they're feeling blue.
They won't cry a single tear
so long as you're there with them,
all they really want
is to be your friend.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.29/2016
I know this sounds corny, but I'm trying to find something to write about.
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In the Maritimes, it is difficult
Especially, on the Bay
Where winds are carried.
The temperatures drop down, really low
Could swear, you're in the Arctic
Snow piles up too.
The brutal winter wind, stays close behind
Dressed up, like an Eskimo
You will beg for warmth.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.6/2007
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Baby bears bounce basketballs, but not before playing blind mans bluff.
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Sept.29/2004
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Whispering, waiting
it sits on front of me,
telling me to have more
but, still it sits lonely.
It looks at me; wanting, waiting
wants to have a comforting moment with me,
should I, shouldn't I?
Mint green coffee cup sits empty.
"I'll keep your coffee safe
so you can sip it slow,
let the rich aroma fill your nostrils
gently as it goes."
I give in to temptation
it won't let me be,
waiting, whispering
my full coffee cup gawks with glee.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.27/2015
Wow!!! Never thought my empty coffee cup would ever have a conversation with me. I'll never leave it lonely again. :O)
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A fox in socks
plays with a box
upon her head, she has gold locks.
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Jan.12/2005
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Down to the two final teams
it's Canada against the United States,
three periods of hockey to watch
which team will meet their fate?
The game started at one pm my time
I could not wait to watch,
Winter games being held in Sochi, Russia
both of the teams were real topnotch.
Battling it out with each other
each team taking turns in the penalty box,
skating back and forth down the ice
both teams put up good blocks.
There was no score in the first period
between either of the teams,
they had a rough first period
trying to fulfill their Olympic dreams.
The second period finally begins
I was sitting on the edge of my seat,
who was going to get the first goal?
The women were superb athletes.
The United States gets the first goal
she should pat herself on the back,
definitely deserved to get that one
her team was on the attack.
It was still too early yet
to say who was going to win,
it was only the second period
on my face, I held a grin.
Second period over and done with
it was time to take a break,
the girls had deserved this one
I wondered what strategy our team would take.
Finally the third period starts
it seemed like a long intermission,
I was in a big rush to see the game tied
United States scored again, I was totally stunned.
The minutes had gone by quite quickly
when the game was almost through,
when Canada put in their first goal
three minutes, twenty seven seconds left, I'm stuck to the t.v. like glue.
I almost fell out of my seat and landed on the floor
our Olympic dreams, we still had a fighting chance,
I was going to change the channel at first
then felt like doing my happy dance.
I was really hoping with my heart
we'd get back to back goals,
but, since we have our first one
the girls were fighting with their hearts and souls.
The minutes ticked away quickly
penalties were still being handed down,
we were still in the game
there was no reason to frown.
Fifty-five seconds left in the period
Canada was able to score again,
penalty after penalty, were being given
come on, just be friends.
The game goes into overtime
the score is tied two to two,
another fifteen minutes to wait
I gave credit, to where it was due.
The longest fifteen minutes
in my life, I had to ever wait,
come on, let's go already
I want to know my team's fate.
I'm sitting here and watching
who's going to get the next goal?
Waiting forever, overtime finally begins
hurry up, get it in the hole.
Eleven minutes and fifty seconds, GOAL!!!!!
it was such a sight to behold,
team Canada wins the hockey game
walking away with the Olympic GOLD!!!!!!
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.20/2014
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