My dearest lover bought me a cover,
To help me sleep with warmth through winter.
Even when I sometimes felt somewhat bitter,
I hold this blanket, think of him, and feel better.
My dearest lover comes to me in any weather,
I wrap him in the blanket and hold him closer.
When he's held by me, he becomes warmer.
When I'm near him, my heart becomes fonder.
My dearest lover promises we'll stay together.
Every sweet promise makes our love deeper.
I only hope I can make us happier and happier.
I only expect he appreciates me as his lover.
My dearest lover makes me feel I too matter.
So I'll always make sure he is looked after.
He makes me feel so much gladder,
For he is as sweet and smooth as cake batter.
"A life of no consequence.
Failed odyssey".
Except in other men's eyes!
Wing down whose true light from out;
Judgement's highest.
"None made gladder or better
For knowing me".
Twisted facts put right by them!
O'er Love's spread grain, hid, hushed up
Who cheer loudest.
Park walks
Long talks
Liking the vibes
Trying to go along for the ride
Date nights , date days
Spending time with you
Something I wouldn't trade
Laughing , romancing and let's not forget dancing
To the beat of our own song
I really dig you hun
Vibing,digging,
Thats what
Its giving
(Repeat 1 x)
Let's go
Let's see
Lets make this
About you and me
Learn about each other
In and out
Laugh more
Cry less
Lets bring out the best
Small things they matter
Im glad
But let's get gladder
Vibing,digging,
Thats what
Its giving
(Repeat 1 x)
Its giving
Me and you
I can enjoy this view
(Repeat once)
Vibing,digging,
Thats what
Its giving
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by
Concetta Hardnett
04/26/2026
The Barmy Army still wading among the dung
After Ashes tsunami any new songs now sung
Aussies smarmy but new Harmy..Josh Tongue
Dream of gung ho team does seem far flung
Baz loves betting & forgetting.. took a bung?
Beyond reproach coach on to job has clung
Some fans jest but suggest should be hung
For bish bash bosh tosh Mac attack’s brung
Yep Jacob up his eponymous ladder swung
Radder bowler Josh has climbed many a rung
Cruel BazBull rule made us all madder..stung
Cool fool with incontinent bladder & one lung
New flair heirs did woo with their foo & kung
We coo pair made us gladder.. despair wrung
No longer unsung.. Bet Hell & its fiery Tongue
Not fretting couldn’t be gladder about getting podgy?
Forgetting about a stodgy bladder that’s definitely dodgy?
Sadder even snotty about needing a potty..regretting being dotty
Betting some grotty grumps about bumps & lumps anything spotty
Sometimes memory stumps.. only remember embers now befuddled
Somehow the huddled cast of the distant past still cuddled
Ashes of once clear flashes of near yesteryear appear muddled
Ribald oracle.. grinning about going bald...hair thinning
Apart from the ears and nose where it shows..grows & flows
Can't pretend follicle foes & woes.. do descend dear friend
Clearer you're now nearer to the rear end than the beginning
Refined increasingly find you do become more kind
Other than the tumour of another baby boomer
Defined needy seedy greedy.. must feed me consumer
Not a rumour..increasingly I pined for candour and humour
Chaps can perhaps blossom as a wined & dined late bloomer
No remorse.. scheming larrikin leaning's still in force
Gleaning the gleaming meaning of life is all about giving
Dreaming.. loving.. smile beaming and "living" of course
Delicate heart of mine I served silver plattered,
As I watched it get sundered and shattered,
I thought it swayed your palate gladder,
But you said it could flavor a little better.
Out walking, and I need a leak
A toilet I urgently seek
There’s now’t but a bush
Oops I felt a whoosh
Wet panties - I don’t need to peek!
I contact my doctor called Emma
And explain my awful dilemma
That when I need to pee
There is such urgency
It ruins walks with my pup Gemma
I have the solution Doc cries
Just try pelvic floor exercise
It’ll help with your bladder
And will make you feel gladder
It’s superb for ladies and guys!
We stare from the foot of life's ladder-
The space to the top makes us sadder!
Up, Up, we climb, coping
And always keep hoping
Each step we move up makes us gladder.
The thrill of accomplishment's waiting!
To weaken the goal, "quit" is baiting.
Just push for high standing,
When we reach that landing-
Stand tall with that number one rating!
May 5, 2021
Contest: Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Syllables per stanza: 9, 9, 6, 6, 9
PEP squad
Hello, let's cheer for the ones to hear
the gladness of our souls
The voices of the ones who speak
surefooted, strong and bold
The PEP Squad shares enlightended ways
together they bring gladder days
But many wish to keep them down
Crowd them with disdain so loud
Owens, west and wiley know and
Tatum, Scott and Owens glow
with light and grace that can't be drowned
by wicked souls and misery frowns.
The PEP squad shines and brings us hope
Denouncing those known misanthropes
This the land of free and of brave
the PEP quad needs spportive way
For though they do not ever cave
this country is slammed with depraved
Let's cheer them on as they speak and try
PEP quad, PEP Squad detoxify
the nation and the world from strife
Caused by those of of malicious life
Many, many more names I know
who are truly PEP but for space I showed
only a few of the proud people to know
that without them we will NEVER grow
to be as we are enshrined to be
with blessings and tranquility
Poor Susan has got a weak bladder
Incontinence made her get sadder
She now wears Depends™
They’re her new “best friends”
And Susan just couldn’t be gladder!
Trademark~~Quintain Poetry Contest
DEPEND Trademark of KIMBERLY-CLARK WORLDWIDE, INC.
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick
12/20/20
I sail over green forests,
Ride jet streams above seas,
Gain speed like lightning,
While earth seeks to please.
I sip nectar from Big Dipper,
North Star looks and lingers.
Comets whisper amazement,
As planets crook their fingers.
My soul soars over Orion,
I’m an itinerant in space!
A far off galaxy beckons,
Can my body keep the pace?
Hobnobbing with celestial members,
On through ethereal constellations.
Forget the wild blue yonder,
Touring cosmos inspiration.
Soaring higher, faster, farther,
Climbing rungs of Jacob’s ladder.
My adrenaline exhilarates,
Anticipation gladder.
Exploring worlds, light years apart.
Unbelievable, yet on and on I seek.
Soon wafted into heaven,
Angels brush my cheek.
Symphonic melodies fill the air,
As I skate on streets of gold.
I’m happy to live eternally,
While heaven I behold!
Moving out feels much sadder
than moving in, more gladder--
which is poor grammar
for severance of love's embodied glamour.
Packing up
feels more like packing in
and down,
cutting ties with my own stage,
this playful working space,
for everyday self
and other witnessing life
love
hate
joy
anger
courage
fear
healing
suffering
Not a fabulously grand stage
but my intimate memories
triggered by damp basement
through dusty attic,
inside resonant
and outside growing resilient,
front yard exhibitions
and back yard more inhibited glimmers
and shivers,
dimmers
and emotive rivers
Moving out
without regard for loss
feels too surgical,
masochistic,
violent dross,
silent shriek of bad faith,
cross,
divestment from personal
political
economic
cultural placement
more sacredly cherished
than secularly calculated
in clock time to move on.
My best therapeutic intent
to know I leave this tiny spot of Earth
at least as healthy
and beautiful
as I have found her
while unpacking
in her abandoned
neglected
bramble thorned sadness
inviting my hope-filled gladness
too few years ago.
I’m urgently needing to wee
But ordered to withhold my pee
I stand with legs crossed
And feel fit to 'bost'
I wonder when they will call me
The doc said I need a full bladder
I’m bursting to go, I get madder
When I’ve had my scan
I dash to the can
I couldn’t have been any gladder!
Written after my experience on Friday when i had to have 2 scans
03/29/20
It's spring. Cares we're flinging,
and the birds are winging;
their birdlings are singing
growing fatter!
Love doves now are cooing.
So what could be brewing?
Romance is ensuing.
That's the matter!
All the world is playing.
Some for rain are praying.
Rainfall answers, saying
Pitter-patter.
With my worries fleeing,
it is all so freeing.
Crazy I'll be being -
a mad hatter!
Yes, the world is brighter.
Burdens now seem lighter.
Things could not be righter.
I am gladder.
April 14, 2018 for Mick Talbot's Violette Contest
INTER - NATION PRONUNCIATION
My transatlantic friend’s adored
We reach across the ocean
Communications although flawed
Won’t lessen my devotion
She looks pure and sweet indeed
With fair visage clear although her
Voice as if she’s just smoked weed
With pitch half octave lower
Though we’re sharing the same lingo
And her presence makes me glad
There’s a problem here by jingo
For her words can make me sad
When my health is on the mend
And that makes me glad or gladder
This assertion she’ll extend:-
‘You’re looking so much badder’
I guess to her my accent’s shot
And sounds as if it’s such that
I will say ‘the weather’s hot - what what!’
And not rhyme it with ‘hat’
But we’ll muddle through so that
We resolve all our confusions
Just distinguish ‘bet’ from ‘bat’
Avert risking grave contusions
.................
If we temperate our scoff or is it scoff
We need never call the whole thing off
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