An Ode to two of my favourite friends
“Comfy and Cosy” who l adore
Filling me with abundant joy and pleasure
My being they restore
A most compatible duo
Often seen together hand in hand
Friends to so very many
Available and loving...they just understand
A grounded kind homely duo
Who never fail to cuddle and console
Putting their safe loving arms around you
Warming and uplifting body, mind and soul
Ode to two of my favourite friends
“Comfy and Cosy” who l adore
Filling me with abundant joy and pleasure
My being they restore
A most compatible duo
Often seen together hand in hand
Friends to so very many
Available and loving...they just understand
A grounded kind homely duo
Who never fail to cuddle and console
Putting their safe loving arms around you
Warming and uplifting body, mind and soul
I was just getting into my PJs to go settle in for another writing session when I realized that I've had this shirt for… I'm guessing, about 25 years. I have two of them, one red and the other blue for the Chiefs and the Royals. I wear one or the other of them every night. They are getting a little thin around the tummy, but man are they really comfy. I wonder how many things we could buy today that would still be going strong 25 years from now.
Technology grows
and the quality declines
means high costs for all
Comfy cat did not watch the news.
Did not worry about robberies or home invasions.
Slept soundly through sirens, whistles and police chases.
Rolled around the bed in happy uninhibited ways.
Luckier than any human in history.
Skies are dark and foreboding
Winter storm rolls in tonight
Commuters don't need any goading
Hustle home before moonlight...
Now folks are back from the stores
Hunkered down with their lovers
All comfy and cozy inside of doors
Tucked in tight 'neath snow's cover
comfy cozy cold
watching winter wonderlands
snuggled softly still
nov.04.2019
a late fall or early winter haiku
sponsored by: tania kitchin
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
central comfy chair, grandma’s.
a mischievous grin, dimple-cheeked.
flops into the warm leather seat, giggling,
with strawberry hair, occupied.
1/24/2019
Woke up Sunday morning
put on my Sunday best
'cause I didn’t want to go
and look different from the rest
when the meeting was over
was among the first to go
made a beeline home
put on some comfy clothes
Every weekday I work
must wear a suit and tie
feels so darn confining
it makes me wanna cry
by the time my shift is over
tell you goodness knows
can’t wait to get on home
put on some comfy clothes
Comfy clothes are great
doesn’t matter what the season
just can’t quite explain it
there is no rhyme or reason
but if you feel uptight
don’t know which way to go
things will get a little better
you put on some comfy clothes
My hanging-‘round-the-house attire
Is comfy, loose and old.
When wearing it, I’m not the most
Attractive to behold.
Yet when I’m settled for the day
To laze or do some chores,
My clothes are those that I would never
Wear when I’m outdoors.
These outfits once were new and of
A certain year’s design,
But they’ve been put to pasture and
Their new life suits me fine!
Come over here, my sweetie pie.
Tell your honey what’s wrong.
I sense you're sad, but this is me.
You don’t have to act so strong.
I’ve been down here in the kitchen
Just waiting for you, honey ‘chile.
Come here and take a load off.
Stay with me, babe, for a while.
I’m having a midnight snack;
Hot cocoa with whipping cream.
Why don’t you join me, Sugar?
Please sit and chat with me.
I know you are feeling downhearted.
But I’m happy you finally came down.
Let me fix you a bit to eat,
For I so hate to see you frown.
If you’d rather, just lay your head on my lap.
Tell mama your every woe.
Go ahead, Sweetheart, let it out.
Let those demons just go.
Are you feeling better now, darling?
I see you are eyeing that cake!
Insomnia got us both, but now
I’m enjoying being awake.
Now that you finally came out of your shell
And shared what was making you blue,
I could stay up all night until dawn, dear,
As long as I stayed here with you.
There are places in one's life
That are as comfortable as an old shoe
Where one can feel so much at ease
Never tongue tied, nor a need to speak
Where perhaps the walls are worn and dusty
But acceptance fills the air
Where a mind can curl and rest it's feet
And a soul can breath and be complete
There are places in one's life
That are as comfortable as an old shoe
I have a place that's right for me...
And I hope that you do too....
I can’t help the way life is for me. I’ve done a few things right and made lots of
mistakes.
My rights, my wrongs all make the women standing here before you. The fact that I am
still standing means something. Maybe it means my purpose in life is deeper than any
man will ever know. To see it come true I must hold strong and never give up. I must
see the good in even the worse of situations. I have to hold on. To the fact that a
better day lies ahead, it’s just that, that better day may not be tomorrow or the next.
That better day may be a long way off but it is still there. I can feel it. I breathe
it. I know it down to the core. That day is like waking up and stepping outside to
feel to the cold wind hitting your skin and not noticing because a familiar smell has
brought you to a familiar place. A comfort zone that is so cozy that you never notice
the outside elements, it is seeing or meeting someone for the first time and you see
your life through there eyes. And your life through there eyes does not have an end.
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