Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
way before the modern malaise,
those family favourite, radio days,
Swinging Blue Jeans, Johnny Ray,
Martha Reeves and Marvin Gaye,
those sentimental songs they played.
Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
without plastic meals from trays,
those salad days of mayonnaise,
with fablon coated, hollandaise,
and chicken roasted, lyonnaise,
experimental honey glaze.
Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
mum singing songs of praise,
inside that gravy, misted haze,
where memories are still replayed,
Cilla Black to Doby Gray,
the soundtrack of our yesterdays.
Categories:
doby, 10th grade, childhood, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Be there or be square
Why do you say that?
I am going to be there
Be where?
Anywhere
I'll be there and everywhere
I am the noter of the universe
And I put you on notice haha
Yeah hearby and doby
You got one moment to do it
And you get one split second to chance it
And anything after that is a second thought
-forego and forlorn
Too dramatic
You bet
Life is for taking and grab it
Pull it by the hand
Grab it and make it yours
Pull it and decide its fate
Don't give it a going
A chancing
Too much chance already
Determine its fate
No yonder
You hear?
Categories:
doby, crazy, faith, fun, universe,
Form: Free verse