You will see me alone, dining.
Always near a window
Watching people hurrying outside,
Or well-dressed patrons
Frequenting the five-star diner,
My favourite eating place.
Alas always alone.
Still one lady, impeccably dressed
Always visited the place every Saturday.
And always with a different escort.
I wondered who she was,
But I could hardly ask her, could I?
Her escorts seemed rich and elegant.
Not that I was shabbily dressed.
But I was not the handsome type.
Then one day she came in alone.
She had no escort as she ordered her food.
What could I do? I approached her meekly
And asked for her company.
"Finally, you came," she smiled.
We never dined alone from then on.
FICTION
Big open space rises
like a hot air balloon
overlooking Farmers fields
of corn, hay and beans
On an October morning
as cows scatter from
their milking to find
a good eating place
To graze for the next few hours
The smile..
Only that
Twice
An eating place
A goodbye
Smile..
Fading..
Etched...
I believe there is more
When time passes by
Unleashing feeling from the veil
Like wind in its runs.
Empty heart that I see
Can give more than expected
But what should I do
The interview changed everything.
Here I’m talking about you
Someone I never knew
Meeting at eating place
Smile was to fake.
I know it is not a sin
To hold a little happiness
Through you can speak
Cause eyes tell the truth.
And now, here you are
The place I can’t reach
And this is a little convention
You change a side of me.
MONUMENTAL – Man, you is mental
DENTURES – A ding on your car
CATALOG – One cat per log
BALANCE – Throwing a ball
IMAGINATION – My image of a country
NOSTALGIA – Disease of the nose
ACCEPTANCE – Include your aunts
APPREHENSION – After Jim Henson
GROCETERIA – An ugly eating place
CONFIDENCE – Opposite of deep trust
BRAINSTORM – Very violent thoughts
RECOMMENDATION – Comment again
DOWNTOWN – Under the city
GIVEAWAY – Offer a solution
ENCOURAGE – To race to old age
ANNOUNCEMENT – A proper name for cement
BEWILDERED – Go wild wearing red
RESOURCEFUL – Filled with sour stuff
ENTERING – Stepping into the ring
HOLIDAY – A day for mistletoe
MAGNIFICENT – Enlarging a penny
REMINDING – Recalling a bell
THINKING – Skinny ruler of a land
APPETITE – Tiny apple
SUBMITTED – Ted eating a sub wearing mitts
Some are a bit of a stretch... think weird! LOL
© Jack Ellison 2015
He Deserves a Moment
of Our Time.
On the cross He hung & bled.
When taken down . . . He was dead.
But in the grave He would not stay,
O’er even death, He’d have His sway.
Now He sits at God’s right hand,
Through Spirit’s power, rules our land.
He died for sinners. . . you and me,
For in the end.. . . Judgment will be.
But there’s a thing that you must do.
If in “The End “this works for you.
Accept Him now, o’er sin & strife,
Then you may have eternal life.
Then as a token of your thanks,
As you pause for hot beef shanks.
You might say some words of Grace.
Before you stuff your pudgy face.
Written by oldbuck
After he had seen a young family, say
a short blessing together in a busy
eating place. It didn’t take long,
but I’m sure the Lord was smiling.
Felix and Trix
There once was a cat named, Felix
With kindness, he covered his heart.
He had so much fun in the sun at day's start.
That he almost forgot about Trix.
Tuxedo sparkling, black trimmed in white
‘Twas the attire that he wore every day…
So handsome was he when he started to play.
That not one cat or kitten had fright.
His charisma and charm dealt them no harm.
Nor to the squirrel named, Trix, he loved her.
Mesmerized, was she by his gentle soft purr.
That she climbed down the tree on the farm.
In front of his face was her eating-place.
And he purred while she ate and he lay.
So thus it has been from then to this day.
Felix purrs, as he watches Trix's face.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 11, 2010
This (true story) poem was written for the member contest: Cat Tails
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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