I have this little Ginger Cat.
Lord knows what he sees
in me! – cutest adoring eyes
I don’t deserve; purrs in
reserve, as he settles to cuddle
and be stroked.
All I do is feed him, a bowl of
fresh water couple times a day --
box of clay for his business – but,
I could almost swear, that there is
true love for me, exhibited in even
our mundane close encounters
given a chance, he would kill every
backyard dove...just for fun shred
I guess, he’s only being a cat for I
keep him well fed
hoping God instructs Michael
to give similar latitude when it
comes to His Man
sure can be confusing, when
considering, God, and His, often, perplexing
species' plan....
**Ginger Shots**
Today, of all days, I find myself dividing my tears into sections. With each moment, each tear, and each snuffle I make, the paper tissues crumble, showing signs of the mishaps in life that surely cannot be mended. Yesterday was your birthday, and today is my revelation about life—my life.
Lately, it seems I’ve taken a new route, and this road is certainly not paved with gold. God truly blesses heroes; He has never failed me yet! However, I have encountered many obstacles. Is it empathy or just plain stupidity? I never considered myself an empath.
As we grow older, it's true that we begin to see life from a different perspective—the lows, the in-betweens, and the highs. My emotions are so intense; they rise and fall, with frustrations that test my tolerance. Today, I saw red.
Today, I need my ginger shots. Who cares if it's unhealthy? Today, of all days, I am dividing my tears into sections. With each moment, each tear, and each snuffle I make, the paper tissues crumble, revealing the mishaps in life that cannot be mended.
Does anybody care or notice that America has failed us?
there was a cat named ginger in s o c k s,
who’d tap with a paw on the door.
with fur ginger and white,
he was quite the k n i g h t,
but..... still liked to sleep on the floor.
ginger tabby cat
volleyballing crinkle toy
for home team tryouts
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I don’t drink soda as a rule,
But when I’m sick, I’m not a fool –
I think of sick days as a kid
And do the things my mother did.
She served us soup and toast and tea
And baked potatoes, naturally,
And then, of course, was ginger ale,
A stomach balm that would not fail.
So that’s the diet I’ve imbibed,
Exactly as I’ve just described.
Yet here’s a fact that I found strange
About how ginger ale did change.
We had one old can – ordered more
And when they got here from the store,
The new ones tasted much less sweet,
The reason worth a quick repeat.
The older version said it had
140 calories – not bad.
The current cans have 1-3-0,
For sugar’s not the way to go.
The old one brought me to my youth.
The newer one, to tell the truth,
Just wasn’t worth it to my tongue –
Its praises I would not have sung.
So now I’ll stick to herbal tea
Or Gatorade until I see
That I am back and in the clear
To sip my coffee and my beer.
atop
a garden wall
striped marmalade throw
feline
lazy time
under sunshine
interlaced visions
a weaving
paws dangle in indolent ease
reach
underlay deep
whiskers sense sparrows
muscles tense in their plush
carpet shag
then
drowsy textile head slumps
sun-drying kitty-mat
basking
2 textured images twilled
to fade together forever
later
cat-rug carried away ~
sun settles in a deckchair
There once was a guy
who wanted to try
to wrap a girl around his finger
but he met Ginger
who immediately saw right through him
and took him to the gym
where they started exercising
and formalizing
their friendship
before they went on a field trip.
Ginger took him to a farm
where she maximized her charm
and let her new friend do all the work
before telling him that she could never settle for a jerk.
gin joint ginger
I had heard of her of course
we all had
but we thought she was fictitious
when we saw the barkeep’s face we knew better
He is usually unflappable
tonight he could barely speak
she had taken his heart
and his tongue it seems
Ginger was the foster teen I met at the school bus stop
In spite of her burns she was so beautiful and strong
Never forgot her long eyelashes and deep brown eyes
Given by her parents like her severe burns from abuse
Even though she was a joyful spirit and forgiving soul
Resilient enough to love her abuser and persevere
She had spells other witches only dreamed of doing.
Her pot was full of exotic homemade recipes she had stewing.
Her spells were legendary, her ingenuity was amazing.
Goats, cows and chickens were in her kitchen, grazing.
She calls the animals, and they come, bending to her will.
A cardinal and rooster just flew into her open windowsill.
What concoctions will she invent today? The other witches wonder.
She brings on a storm complete with lightning and thunder.
Ginger bread man, run, run, run!
Christmas time is time for fun.
Bring some toys, come and play;
Make some noise this holiday.
Little children wait for you;
Snow man, make some few.
Ginger bread man, make some toys;
Give some gifts to girls and boys.
Nursery rhymes or stories poetry contest
1st place
Former entry to the top 100 best new poems list
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Ginger waves
Preened to glister
'Long mine frame's
Length
attached by
lover's sweat
She peels hern glory
Almost strand by strand
From mine scaffolds sheath
her coy
cauzing mine innard's
pant
If i were painting by numbers
1 would be her ginger
gracing mine canvas' mass
10 would be hern flesh
blushing with each
mine deliberate stroke's
press
Ginger had an ice cream covered in nuts
But the nuts took revenge on Ginger's guts
Alike a pea-shooter
They shot from his hooter
Now he has a burning pain betwixt butts.
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
My vibrant head ablaze with copper red
They come to me, I am one with the bees
Circled by buzzing right down to my knees
Here for my genes not ones made of thread
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
Bursting with self produced vitamin D's
Thinking perhaps I am flower instead
They come to me, I am one with the bees
In the grace if the forests wistful breeze
I bumble along to where they've been led
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
Slowly I crouch down to leaves where I freeze
Striped black and yellow, I'm still in their stead
They come to me, I am one with the bees
Truly no times more uplifting than these
Drawn to strand petals atop my red head
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
They come to me, I am one with the bees
I read bees are attracted to redheads, possibly think they are a flower. A nice thought...
Is anything nicer than ginger crunch?
It's my favourite slice on which to munch
It tastes best when the icing is thick
And crystallized ginger on top of it
I’ve dreamed all day about eating it
Distracted by the massive sugar hit
There’s one piece left for tea tonight
And soon I’ll taste its sweet delight
At least, that’s what I anticipated
But my joy soon dissipated
For I opened up the biscuit tin to see
Some bugger got there before me
Waaahhhh!
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