Best Busy Poems

Certain weeks I’m busy
And I run around a lot
So I’m either in a tizzy
Or I’m wondering why not.

For when plans are sometimes lacking
You might think I’d just relax
But I sent those calm genes packing
And I’m antsy to the max.

Though, with age in the equation,
Staying home...

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Chef 's Winter dishes are simply delicious, not too much oil or cream.

Rich or plain,  taste tested to perfection, tiny portions sometimes steamed

He starts  the day with freshly squeezed orange juice,coffee and toast.

And embarks on a fitness journey along the seaside in Adelaide.

Today...

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There are some that still crave
The smell of an old fashioned page
The look and feel
Of a bygone age
And there are some that prefer
A Nook or Kindle
That awesome feeling of lifting
A whole library
Without hardly thinking!
Pick a side! Pick a side!
They scream at me
But why bother wasting...

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There are many birds that gather
In my yard all through the year.
However, there is one I favor.
I wait for her to reappear.
You'll not find her at the feeder,
Like the others on the dole.
I think her mama taught her
Self sufficiency is the goal.
She and her faithful...

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Scratchy, scratchy, what's that sound,
Atop my home space, high and round?
Could there be one self-served mouse,
Schemed to steal my sweet, dry house?

No, those sounds don't seem that soft,
For some such small rodent, there aloft.
Could be, large birds of prey thus wait,
To bring me sure, their...

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Christmas soon, very busy Elves,
the busy, busy, busy Elves,
all packing presents from the shelves,
all packing, each one tagged.

All checked, addressed then safely bagged,
then safely, safely, safely bagged,
the sleigh now loaded, warmly lagged,
the sleigh, its lagging gay.

Christmas eve, Santa on his way.
Yes! On his, on his,...

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I'm really enjoying being part of Poetrysoup,
I feel like I belong in the community group.

I hope to share my poems when I can,
and this is all thanks to my poetry pal, Jan.

There may be times that you may not hear or see me,
and that's because...

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The world is what we make it, so let’s make it grand and gold, and glorious.
The universe smiles upon those who send it love, so let’s do that.
My own sweet soul is whispering stuff, but do I listen?
Not now, I say. I am busy.
 
Too...

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I’m so busy with church…  I don’t have much time…
But God forgives me….  So is this a crime?

I go each Sunday, and do “the church thing.”
I’m just too busy, to really do anything!

I’m there on time.  I try not to be late.
I...

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A Busy City Street

Every day I walk along a busy city street.
every day I meet largeness of an elephant
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Everyone is busy
I am not
I am free
Will you buy me!...

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The Happy Little Bee
Was Busy In His Tree...

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One hand on steering
The other hand steering beloved's knee,
One ear on cell phone,
The other ear listening to loud music,
One foot on accelerator,
The other on the brake.

Eyes on female pedestrians,
If a waving hand is seen for a lift
Stop the car, pile up freely
The more, the merrier
Conversation...

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A REFLECTION OF PASSING TIME


At age 15,   
    Afternoons could last a week,
    Especially if nothing could be found to do,
    Or if trying to endure a lecture at school.

At age 45,
  ...

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In the stillness of morning
I can truly cherish
each sacred moment
as I am all too well aware
that it won’t last much longer
the phone will ring
everyone will soon rise
the musts and wants awaken
tugging for attention at my skirt
come midday I’ll crave
Just one tiny second to myself
A place...

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