what do you write about?
I look on my desk
besides two computer monitors I have
sore throat spray
plastic owl with a rotating head
snowman Christmas felt craft kit
two-sided ceramic dish in crisscross design
Disney princess counting numbers game
red sunglasses with lens that are black
nickel coin collection from my dad
large print thesaurus and dictionary
broken pencil
Dick Blick catalog
tiny scrap of gum
hair gel
empty glass
toy glow creature
Yes,
I could clean this off
but in a week it would look the same
just new contenders
It was a good morning until I went to the bathroom and fell,
slipped and skidded across the floor in my hubby's hair gel.
In pain, I tried descending the stairs to scramble some eggs,
but I tripped on my dog's chew toy, and broke both my legs.
I got home from the hospital, sporting two knee high casts.
Suddenly, my house trembled from thunderously loud blasts.
I turned on the TV news to discover what the cause could be,
and saw the warning; a supercell twister headed right for me!
I couldn't hobble to the cellar. In my eyes, tears began to well.
I screamed as my roof blew off. This day is a nightmarish hell!
Everything I owned had been destroyed, and when help arrived,
Someone softly said, "No one inside could've possibly survived."
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It Was a Good Morning Until...
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It was vanity that killed him,
not the flames, nor acrid smoke.
If he had got out straight away,
they would have said, "What a lucky bloke."
But he stopped to put on his best PJ's,
which hung behind the door.
Chinese silk with a flower motif,
the collar and cuffs were velour.
Then he rummaged for his dressing gown,
which he saved for such occasions.
Again manufactured from natural silk,
and hand stitched by several Asians.
The flames were now licking under the door,
but he stopped to apply hair gel,
then searched through his drawers for deodorant,
and a spray of his favourite smell.
"Silly me," he thought as he dashed for the door,
"My breath must be really minging!"
and eventually found his mint mouthwash,
which set his mouth and gums a tingling.
A quick look in the mirror to check all was well,
then he deftly opened the door,
the landing and stairs were well alight,
and a big hole appeared in the floor.
"Looks like this is it," he thought with a sigh,
"my vanities done for me yet."
He sat back on the bed with a copy of Vogue,
and lit a Gauloises tipped cigarette.
I am from little toys, from
hair gel to vases.
I am from the Foster Home
and the scent of cleaning.
I am from the growing basil,
the fallen tree out back whose
long gone limbs I remember as
if they were my own.
I'm from movie nights and
silver coins and from loud
Christmas feasts.
I'm from giants and Krampus
and "God Bless America!"
I'm from watching the fireworks
from Cali and Michigan, pineapple
on pizza.
I'm from Indian princesses,
Kings with forgotten names.
With pictures on the wall
in the bedroom I'll remember
forever.
I Love my Mother in law.
Phone rings
Ear stings
Door knocks
Nerve shocks
Come in
Large gin
Be nice
Head lice
Hair gel
Strong smell
Stale wee
Flows free
Stand here
My dear
Trap door
what for
Goodbye
Large sigh
In jail
Good tale.
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every gal should have a little glitter in her life
it all starts from head to toe
hair gel and wild hair
big loopy glittery earrings
cheek blush
lip gloss
necklace
nail polish
snazzy bling bling sweater
wide belt
over a razmataz jean skirt
don't forget the sparkly thongs for a night out on the town
and the fancy panty hose that shine when the lights hit
all the way down to the high heels with the little bows!
and to think this is how i dressed in high school!!!
karen croft
glow of glitter
When no. 1 came to me,
he had Hollywood written
on his forehead
and a white speedless horse,
he had moves and moods,
Armani air and hair gel,
and at times was more spiteful
than any woman I've known.
But dash it all, spit on your neck, fantastic,
I just had to say no,
no way was he the Ogre
I was waiting for.
On a nice and sunny day
I could take you far away
Far away from all the crowd
All the crowd that’s around
I could take you to the ocean
To the ocean of emotion
I could show you my devotion.
I could take you to the mountains
We could drink from the purest fountains
See the fish in clear cold waters
Talk about this and that
Take a break and keep on going
Walk through fields
Enjoy the smell….
Of your hair gel
And then hear the ring of bells around
That would wake us up
And proud
You could look into my eyes
We could look into the skies
See the nicest whitest clouds
Feel the sun shine on your face
Be aware that we are blessed
It is thanksgiving 2006 let me see what I have to give thanks for. I live in country
that is in a war with no end in sight, and because of it racial profile is seen as
being all right. Thanks! A country where if you a child molester but pretty then
you don’t have go to jail and if you go to the airport they measure your hair gel.
Thanks! A country where if you a famous you can say you hate the Jews as long
as you blame on booze. Thanks! A country where it’s says land free unless you
an illegal Latin speaking immigrant. Thanks! A country where children are killing
one another in street and at holiday time is the only time we give the hungry
something good to eat. Thanks! Wow it is thanksgiving 2006 and what do I have
to give thanks for….. nothing. Thanks!
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