Sit-upons that we wove together.
The troop activity. How many spots
will remember me?
The wicker basket and picnic blanket
woven into the amphitheatre. We,
my hubby and I,
cozied up, listened to Amy Grant.
My towel, with the Caribbean islands,
sinking in the warm sand, waiting
for my salt-sea body to rest.
My familiar easy chair,
the grandkids are always
welcome to share.
The pews that retain glory and praise
on Sundays and Wednesdays.
The split-level stairs,
carpeted teal,
where I oft sit and watch
somersaults
and converse with a houseful.
There are the horses,
that lent their backs,
brought me to greater heights -
walked me on the Cozumel beach,
‘round Yukon’s emerald lake,
and one that wanted to dive off a cliff,
“whoa…no!” I took control.
On my childhood bed,
so close to my sister-cousin.
We laughed and shared -
now it's only in my memory.
The yellow bus, -
my hopes and dreams were sown
within its polyester seats.
So many places where I sat,
brimming above or below the surface.
So many places we stay and go.
We squat, recline, attack.
Monday night in my blue flesh
Shouldn’t complain it’s cold
Minnesota will be much crueler
and much warmer too
cozied up with the grandson crew
and their cockapoo
11/14/2022
Strains of chamber music fill the air
Invited guests have come to share,
Cozied pots filled with steeping teas
For the Kitties, Collie, Bear and me.
A table filled with a sumptuous fare,
Cakes, scones with cream, and a torte with pears
Served on plates edged in filigree
A perfect afternoon, a jubilee.
For Eve Ropers Contest: Rhyming Me a Poem Poetry Contest
11/12/21
Photo#4
Placed 1st in contest
carefree
cozied, in an author’s chair,
while mother folds her arms
and clothes,
chasing me away
from my world of dreams
to the shore of chores…
later
she loves to hear
or pretends, like mothers do,
my poetry,
when i am old enough
to view her passing tear
4/30/2021
I've seen the ugly parts
Of you & I've cozied up
And fell asleep just fine.
Not with the idea of
Perfection
But with how perfect
You blossom in the
Rain.
Umbrellas can only protect
Us from so much.
I love the sound of hard rain.
I love splashing
Between the ditch of your lips
Kissing away the pain
Of yesterday.
No matter how dark the sky
Lounging on the back seat,
Nodding to some beat;
Cozied up against the chill,
Head on the window sill;
Lyrics on the lips,
In between the sips;
Road Lights burning bright,
Behind the eyes closed tight;
Soul singing in peace,
Heart finally at ease;
Terse shoulders relaxing,
Shedding all that's been taxing -
to be run over by the wheels;
So, so tranquil it feels.
My dream creature was a glorious sight
He kept me warm each and every night
With a walrus face
But he knew his place
And he cozied into it really tight
Some might belittle my alien guy
They might even ask me, why girl, why?
He is ugly sure
But intentions so pure
And man could he ever make me sigh!
the closet door slightly ajar
she had no idea he was in there
her cat knew but was not concerned
not fearful at all
understanding nothing
about his grandiose ideas about
mayhem, death and destruction
the feline had
no understanding that he was there
for an evil purpose.
He was determined to not
allow either the cat or her owner
to see the morning light.
the cat cozied up to her mistress,
thinking they were just lying down
for the night like they did every night.
A sigh escaped her, and she began
pawing her mistress's tummy,
settling down easily
without any fear
at all.
I was drinkin’ wine that night in Mike’s bar,
She was cozied close to me in side booth
Me ship, anchored quarter league not so far,
lay in deep Frisco fog mate, that’s whole truth.
I was havin’ bloomin’ time in me youth,
For Frisco’s not so bad waitin’ over.
Rose loves likes of me, but she’s an old tooth,
Even so her wine put me in clover.
Me ship’s headed for the white cliffs Dover,
Lights in me head flickered, they left me daft.
I thought I should find now me ship, Rover.
My last hearin’ moment, I thought she laughed
Woke with me head hurting great at sea now.
Waitin’, breathin’ fumes of strange rust worn scow.
This dude over here, posts four lims a day
Five lines each makes a twenty line buffet
Writing them is a breeze
They flow out with ease
All cozied up under my flowered duvet
I was drinkin' wine that night in Mike's bar,
she was cozied close to me in side booth.
Me ship, anchored quarter league not so far,
lay in deep Frisco fog mate, that's whole truth.
I was havin' bloomin' time in me youth,
for Frisco's not so bad waitin' over.
Rose loves likes of me but she's an old tooth,
even so her wine put me in clover.
Me ship's headed for the white cliffs Dover.
Lights in me head flickered, they left me daft.
I thought I should find now me ship. Rover.
My last hearin' moment, I thought she laughed.
Woke with me head hurting great at sea now.
Waitin', breathin' fumes of strange rust-worn scow.
empty hearted herself
she cozied up to me
offering the magic
of imagination
of stories in the moonlight
of dancing early in the morning
around the misty lake
it didn’t pay to argue
for logic was always on her side
she was always right
i was always wrong
except sometimes
she would shock me
when the worm threatened to turn-
she would acquiesce
gifting me with a rare compliment
i did know what i was talking about
i could sew a straight seam
i could create
until i expected it
then she would turn, herself
and accuse me of perversion
in my imagination
in my poems and stories
when i wrote about the simple beauty of a young girl
and a small boy talking to a magic tree
- i must be a ‘closet something’
and why did i write about child molesters?
i had to stop sending her my thoughts
my dreams
my wishes
she was talented at opening me up
making me ripe for the killer sting
which i prayed would not come
this time
in that, she was always right
and i was always wrong
to hope she would ever change
Met this gal from Ding Dong, Texas
Had warts all over her bum
I know because she showed me them
I got up and started to run
Her six foot twelve hulk of a brother
Said, "Boy! Best ya sits y'self down!"
I knew I should listen to brother Luke
The meanest damn dude in town!
So Anitabath, his ding-a-ling sister
Cozied up and quietly whispered
"How's if we have some fun in the hay?"
I quivered at having to kiss her!
I said okay as this ding-a-ling stripped
I cringed at her wart covered bum
Saw a chance and tried to scurry away
But Luke was on guard with a gun!
"Just where d'ya think yer goin', sonny?"
As he blocked my escape with his brawn
Just then I spotted a tiny opening
Took off like a skitterish young fawn!
I heard the ominous crack of his rifle
Felt around but could feel no pain
Got into my pick-up and took off like a shot
Never gone near Ding Dong again!
There's definitely a moral in this sad little tale
Don't hang out in a bar in Ding Dong
Less you're ready for some Texas hospitality
Say, "So long, sayonara, I'm gone"!
© Jack Ellison 2012
My girl dumped me, she couldn't hack it
She said it was her or my fake leather jacket
We were together for 30 days
This jacket has cozied up to six Shaneyneys
Judy is my next target, so now I will have to chase her
I am the Mac Daddy rollin' in my Pacer
Camielle comes along and tempts my fate
Judy is now off the slate
Women need to use more self control
I am too much, I am hard to hold
Tomorrow there will be another one in line
I will not mess with her if she looks like the bride of Frankenstein
My dad is stressed, he's really working his pacemaker
I take him to the hospital, he's riding shotgun in my Pacer
The hospital will keep him over night
I buy some Mad dog 20/20, it's time to get tight
I am called the next day to pick him up
I tell him no ride, if you don't have a lid for that cup
I get pulled over for a sobriety test
The cop tells me I don't look my best
He makes me walk the long straight line
Then count forwards and backwards between 1 and 9
He tells me my car is so ugly, he's got to shoot me with his tazer
After the jolt I am allowed to leave steady rollin' in my Pacer
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