so smooth you are-
the thought of you soothe's down my throat.
milkshakes, mocha latte's and root beer floats...
baby you are my chocolate chip, you're my honey dip
...and I just love the way your cream is whipped...
butter pecans, hot fudge and caramel
I love your taste and your sweet unforgettable smell...
everytime after tasting you...my mind dwells...
on the rainbow colored sprinkles placed upon you
there's no other flavor I wanna try beyond you...
hot syrup oozing all over you
-no matter cold or hot...you're my fondue
baby you're so good, I want double scoops of you
you chill my body in this heat
my favorite dessert, my favorite treat...
without your taste, I'm incomplete
- you give me this feeling-
I never felt...
and when I have you, my heart just melts
...I'll put you in my icebox to preserve you
you taste so good, sometimes I wonder if I deserve you...
slowly churned, soft served and home made...
...I like many kinds...but you're perfect just the way you're made.
I'll place you in my cone and put a cherry on your top
cause baby you're just like icecream...
good to the last drop!
Copyright © Natalie Braddy | Year Posted 2012
With my hammer
Held in my hand
I can destroy a building
Or make it stand!
This amazing tool
Has much use
It can pound something in
Or pry something loose.
I can use it
As a crutch
Or to break ice
For tea at lunch!
I can grip it tightly
To strengthen my wrist
It can be a weapon
Like my fist.
Yes, my hammer
Is a nifty tool
As the tongue
For both, the wise and fool!
The tongue can build up
Or tear someone down
It can pound in hate
Or spread love around!
A tongue can speak loosely
Without a care
Or gently whisper
And cry out in prayer!
Oh, the tongue
Is such a little member
Much like my hammer
( I must remember)
It can be used
To strengthen my soul
Or as a weapon
Spinning out of control!
Like a raging fire
The tongue can destroy
But in God’s grace
It will bring much JOY!!!
Written by Stacey Brown
Copyright © Stacey Brown | Year Posted 2014
What is a friendship?
A ship that doesn't sail.
It's a person to count on,
someone you shouldn't fail.
It's a person whom to look up to,
to care for when not well.
It's a person to confide in,
when a secret you must tell...
What is a friendship?
A ship without the sea.
It's a person you have love for,
that always makes you happy.
It's a person who believes in you,
who's advice should be free.
It's a person you'll share life with,
for all eternity...
What is a friendship?
It's the ship between you and me...
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016
The Country's Song
A clear crisp October morning perfumed with the aroma of Orange cinnamon buns,
The warm white icing, dripping off the compass that provokes a good morning.
The wind wafted with the scent of Honey from our neighbors Bee hive,
His hand probably was tired from holding a dozen jars,
His bee’s were kind to him, they spared him there stingers.
He was always a friend to the urban wildlife.
That morning he painted his porch for our tiny feet to prance upon.
His bowl was filled with caramel candies, and small candy corns.
And then he disappeared, along with his luggage.
Deep within the layers of the sky a voice echoed…
A silent clucking of Roosters, and Chickens,
This morning there are shards of frilly feathers, and in the coop lays a lazy fox with a date with our neighbors rifle.
Tomorrow he is used as compost,
“Sorry fox” the children say wearily,
The farm owners picked up the eggs that lay astray in the nests
The white, tawny eggs were placed into the cardboard carton.
The Country was baked by the beams of Twilight that lingered across the fields.
The ovens were always full with piping hot Sweet Potato pie, or homemade, freshly picked cherry pie from the Orchard down the road.
The Country was a community, that always held hands,
Grills were always sweating.
Pumpkin picking was always a ritual we did together as a town,
The contests began for biggest pumpkin, in the Summer so the farmers could begin coaxing their pumpkins to grow bigger.
All love the country,
All are family,
And all connect with nature in a enriching way.
So tomorrow I will think about the joy I will feel to hear, smell, and see these glorious sights,
For the country Is home to me.
Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2016
A little girl I stand, awakened early morning hour.
The sound of shuffles preparing, for coffee one will scour.
Muffled voice all too familiar, for only one it could be.
Dads words saying, “I Love You”, In the next morning I will see.
Pulling out of the drive-way, swiftness to the curtains I will peek.
Thinking about the big firetruck, heartbroken without me, fire he will seek.
Chin up my duty calls me, I drag the hose from tree to tree.
Mr. Owl followed by a quarter, responsibility instilled in me.
By evenings long awaited dusk, another dinner without dad.
We pray with mom at bedside, safe returning to be had.
Memories of impromptu visits, our other family at the station.
Popcorn, chocolate bars and hugs, dads work, a childs’ vacation.
Fond memories growing up, of all the family time we spent.
Cabin, lake and camping, Flashlight tag to no relent.
No matter our scheduled travels, no hesitations to stop and help.
Morally guided passion, his genuine attributes not found on yelp.
Uncompensated care given, unescaped these childs’ eyes, not to be unseen.
My future I learn to follow, entirely he cares for every human being.
Waves of fear come and go, a firefighter I’m reminded.
Hearing tragic unfortunate news, unsightly loss, for I am blinded.
Thirty-seven this year his daughter, any trouble called upon he’s sure to be.
A guardian angel on my horizon, A firefighter one might see.
Copyright © Chelcie Darling | Year Posted 2016
really is God's tears
threaded with despair
or some other image
impossible to conjure
We say so much
because it does
so much to us:
in hordes of vapor
off the coast
to turn us blue,
as though sinless,
making us forget colors
other than cobalt
it washes my car,
makes me remember
one more hour
to be glad.
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
Indian Summer lingers for a while
with a cascade of warm sunlight
caressing crimson, gold and russet leaves
with deep honey-colored rays.
The air is quiet like a whisper
and the earth still smells of late, late Summer grass
and a delicious heady scent permeates every sense.
Corn shocks stand and pumpkins sit majestic in hay-strewn fields
awaiting their autumnal purpose.
Crows caw in the distance as if to say,
"Look! Look at the splendor of it all
before it flees in cold November winds!"
Tender, sunny days slip into cool twilight quicker and quicker,
and well-loved and well-worn quilts are pulled closer and tighter
in an embrace that signals the bittersweet exchange
of one season with another.
It is a time to nap in a snuggled solitude
and with a thousand blazing hues hovering overhead
from leaves that must fatefully drift downward to earth
to rustle in piles around the footfalls
of anyone who has ever dreamed deep orange dreams.
O, Indian Summer! Yes, Indian Summer!
Please stay, we beg.
Let the warmth of your gentle hand
touch us just a little longer
as we walk in meadows and along paths,
still intoxicated with golden, sunlit yesterdays.
copyright © 2017 Gregory Firlotte
Copyright © Gregory Firlotte | Year Posted 2017
I Opened A Window #6
I open a window and love flew in for the first time,
The only thing I wish to say,
It must of come from the great
It's now inside of me,
It's growing and taking it's time.
I had to somehow share it with the whole world,
Otherwise, it would be a shame and some sort of a crime
It is for one person and also the many,
You see her name is Debbie and we once married.
About this love I'm speaking about,
I was not in the mood to even charge a penny.
My heart was beating hard in my chest,
That is where It is stored,
You know that is the best place..
I felt as if somehow I was connecting with the people all over this world,
It covered me all over,
Like water in a warm pool.
You see I knew it was the universe speaking to me directly,
This my friends was no coincidence,
It was connectivity.
I would like for all of you to know,
That my love is here for the taking.
There is no need for fact checking,
You see I'm just here waiting and I'm kind of shaking.
By Marc Acrich
Copyright © Marc Acrich | Year Posted 2018
Something had to give
Or, it was going to break
…explode into fragments so sharp they could sever gravity
The machine had been running on vapors for far too long
Everything got too hot too quickly
Everything groaned, screeched, & whined as it threatened to seize
Each piece, to the tiniest, was twisted, and skewed six ways from Sunday
It was so many things…
The one thing it wasn’t….
It wasn’t good
So far removed from good that it was miserable
A junk pile of outdated parts
A wretched heap of uselessness
…it wasn’t always in such disrepair
When it was in its prime, it ran like a syrupy dream
A dream that promised an eternity
Now, that dream was pregnant with sorrow, & about to birth a bitter end
It promised nothing more
The tank long emptied
It promised nothing more than
The lengthy, messy, harrowing task of dismantling the machine
Piece by piece
Each stamped with painful memory
…a reminder of what it used to be.
Copyright © Heidi Coon | Year Posted 2018
I am a sculpture
Crafted from the materials
Of being scolded,
From being told that
What I am is not who I ought to be
And where I'm going is not the best place for me.
Lost with this concept
My hear full of hatred
and my hands fill wit guilt
Curling my fingers around the judgement
And the grudges
Until it seeps
through the creases
Of my knuckles
Unable to drop it
until I've found clarity
Until I've found somewhere to place it.
Copyright © Kjerstine Willis | Year Posted 2018
"The Mystery of Life"
Living in this world is full of mystery,
Some lived the fullest, some in misery,
It's because we're not born equally,
That's how we're created differently.
God made and gave us life purposively,
Some questioned out of curiosity,
Others wanted answers immediately,
It's up for us to discover apparently,
Being rich or poor is not a destiny,
It's a choice anyone can fulfill freely,
You can be rich someday, gradually,
And be forever poor intentionally.
Dreaming is the first step actually,
Fulfilling gives hindrances occasionally,
Achieving success is not that easy,
If attained, the prize is really worthy.
Having tough time fighting courageously,
Gives million of reasons to stand firmly,
It leads to a brighter future surely,
That's how God plans perfectly.
Copyright © Ramona Aguirre | Year Posted 2018
The raven lands on the branch with ease
Feathers glisten a purplish hue in The moonlights glow
Chestnut eyes glare down below
The prey awaits for the wolves to devour
So the wolf bird calls upon the hour
And as the wolves sink there teeth into the flesh
The raven comes down to taste the death
Copyright © Sarah Payne | Year Posted 2018
Park run getting into shape
Thank you for the Park run,
They really are so much fun.
At Tring you go up a rise,
Then through a gate,
A little rooty and muddy surprise,
Before the welcome flat that’s great.
Then along the Ridge path covered in leaves,
Unlike the climb you can run with ease.
As you move along the Ridge, there’s lovely good news,
Through the multi coloured autumn leaves, you get fabulous views.
Soon, at the end you go downhill.
Arms out, almost flying, gives you a thrill.
Down, down, hear the Marshall cheer,
Except on Park run they are called volunteer.
Out onto the grassland, with a pant and maybe wheeze,
It’s refreshing hearing the wind whistle through the trees.
Down, then up carefully round the slippy hairpin bend.
The steadying Marshall, encouraging like a friend.
It’s open, other runners are friendly, as you go up and down,
When you’ve climbed up twice, round the bend and you’re homeward bound.
At bit more flat, then up the hill.
The finishing line is closer still.
Have you got a sprint left to the end?
Across the line you get chip time my friend.
It’s so well organised, there is no queue,
Come next Saturday morning you’ll know what to do.
It may be rain, obviously better in the sun.
But get out there, keeping fit, Enjoy the Park run.
Copyright © Phillip Rance | Year Posted 2018
Im not that lady loved by all,
Dont wishing diamonds or precious gold.
Im not that one who likes to prettend
Dont wish to wear any diamond ring.
I am that simple ,love simple life living
With a bamboo house,surrounded of
I am that easy to love but easy get hurt,
Im so sensitive but i cant blame myself.
The way i am isn't perfect
No doubts in my mind
Im different i guees
But i guees idont mind.
But iknow somewhere out there
Is only for me.
My sneakers,my jeans
My fancy jewelry.
So goodbye past im in the roll
to have or to hold.
I am what what i am
I m nobody !
But real to be me.
Copyright © Lorena Glodeviza | Year Posted 2018
Gentle dove with crystal breath
with plumes that touch my heart
you bring a message of my death
when you say we'll be apart
I will not leave, here I must stay
for my heart remains with you
darling, love will find a way
if you could believe it too
Dove looked down with sorrow
and shook her head once more
there can be no tomorrow
for with me, you cannot soar
You are a cat, I am your lunch
what future could we share
I hear you, but I have a hunch
you'd eat me, without a care
Copyright © Milly Hayward | Year Posted 2018
Too many times Lord you saved my life you kept me safe away from harm when I couldn't carry on it was you Jesus who gave me that push the push I need in life that boost I needed to lift my spirit your love for me is Everlasting you died for my sins when they scratch you and hung you high on Calvary Lord I look to you when all my strength is gone on sometimes when it rains it pours but God will open your heart and fill it with forgiveness and love oh lord it's your child I need you you said you would never leave me so I'm leaning on your Everlasting word Lord Since I Lay all the things I used to do down and gave my life to you my family and friends they don't treat me the same they treat me like a stranger but Lord I know when is all over in the skies will part you will meet me at the Pearly Gates with the crown full of gold saying job well done my child Lord I give you my heart my soul I live for you every moment I make every breath I take is you Lord who gave me the strength to fight another day so I look to you cuz you are the man who parted the Red Sea who delivered the children out of Israel Who deliver me who delivered and set me free I never want to feel forsaken by The Man Who Loved me before I was even was born that's why I put my hands in the hand of the man who stilled the waters who died just for me the king who was From Galilee BY: Victoria Nicole Jones
Copyright © VICTORIA JONES | Year Posted 2018