CDs
Every second Sunday my CD collection disperses
fertiliser from
blimps and
zeppelins onto a
great distance areas.
When top-heavy Trudy went drinking
She noticed the men were all blinking
Her low neckline falling
Dear Lord, it’s appalling
That Trudy’s own “three eyes” were winking
*Written June 11, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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Carolyn was such a witty lady I loved her poems and learned so much about meter from reading her poems. The Top heavy Trudy poem is a perfect example of a bawdy limerick and I love the use of humour in the title . Carolyn always encouraged me to write witty poems especially the limerick form and the poem I chose mirrors my own sense of humour
08/30/21
This poem was written by Carolyn Devonshire
(I chose this poem because she wrote about angels, then became one)
Angel on my Shoulder
Angels on my right shoulder
Battling devils on the left
Ever guiding my actions
Saving my soul from bereft
Angels e'er amongst us
Like Clarence on Stewart's bridge
Softly urge us to avoid
Falling from grace at the ridge
My special angel's sweet voice
Sounds so much like my mother's
But you have an angel too
Who's unlike any other's
Spirits of loved ones who've passed
Want us to know heaven's joy
So we reunite with them
And eternal bliss enjoy
So, Mom, if you're listening
Your voice overtakes evil
Helping me find the right path
You've mastered soul retrieval
A wonderful life bestowed
By a righteous urging
From an angel observer
For spiritual merging
I just put Elvis on my CD player,
I'm still a Country fan at heart,
In nursing school, I was considered a freak,
Even though, at that time, I was pretty smart.
Now at 74, I'm still an ole time country freak,
My family are all rock 'n roll fans,
I don't mind-I don't really care to change,
They don't have to listen-they can wring their hands.
Elvis is singin' that saddest of songs, "Old Shep",
It always make me cry crocadile tears,
Shep was such a cool dog with so much pep,
Now I know what happens after all those years.
I'm glad we don't euthanize people-
Of course dogs don't know what's going to happen,
Darn it! Now he's singin' "Your Cheatin' Heart",
Guess I'll just get to clappin' and tappin'.
Have FUN!
I found a CD I had lost years ago,
under some old magazines and a layer of dust.
I smiled and popped it into my player,
and soon found myself crying.
I had on the day I lost it,
lost something else precious to me,
and hearing the disc was like going through it all over again,
hearing each note was liking seeing it happen,
every harmony bringing it back.
Listening even harder,
trying to ignore the rest,
I heard a new note I hadn't noticed before.
Maybe it was something new,
maybe something new it on its way.
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