When she was three, my daughter got a doll
and took her to bed with her every night.
And she'd rarely leave it out of her sight,
they were inseparable, I recall.
Around five, she named her doll Annabel
and would host tea parties for her best friend.
But only they were allowed to attend,
an elite and selective clientele.
When she became a teenager, she placed
Annabel, on a shelf in her bedroom.
But she kept moving her to make more room,
and eventually, she was misplaced.
One day I was cleaning out the attic,
and I found Annabel in an old trunk.
And I rescued her from that trunk of junk,
knowing my daughter would be ecstatic.
My daughter was so overjoyed to see
her lost doll Annabel; she held back tears.
And to see them together after years
of separation was touching for me.
The judge told the man, “You’re accused
By all of those that you abused.
You’re too touchy feely,
You touch and feel freely
And all of them feel they’ve been used.”
The man cleared his throat, then he spoke
But all that came out was a croak
He coughed and he spluttered
But nothing got muttered
It sounded as though he might choke
The judge said, “Are there mitigations
For your regular deviations
For touching two teachers
And one or two preachers
And, with my wife, having relations?”
The man cleared his throat once again
His voice cackled like an old hen
He just couldn’t speak
It could take a week
His lawyer requested a pen
The judge said, “It only gets worse,
You fondled a man in a hearse
It’s really quite shoddy
To grope a dead body
To decency you are a curse.”
The man tried to write a quick note
He coughed and he wheezed as he wrote
He struggled for breath
Like he was near death
Or had a bullfrog in his throat
The judge said, “Speak up at the double
You sound like you’ve gargled with rubble
As a means to an end
Suck a Fisherman’s Friend.”
The man said,,, “I’M IN ENOUGH TROUBLE!”
Thought in the night
The wind was terrible, raced around the outside like
Drunken dervishes hollering in the night
When the wind tired of this needless validating
Of its masculinity it became quiet.
Now my thoughts and worries took over
Often idle should I have put the chicken soup in
The fridge or leave it out; this morning it was
Off I blame the wind.
Of course, the soup was a ruse to stop me thinking
About what worried me like my declining health
Nerve-pain makes it challenging to walk yet I struggle
Walk 45 minutes a day it is suitable for diabetes
As my doctor says and reluctantly, I must agree
But I am still annoyed with her insistence about
The bloody pills.
All this is a prelude my thoughts go to my death
Not that I mind not living anymore, will it be painful
Struggling to breathe, or will my death be a friend
Switching off the light of life while sleeping; but this
Brings on another problem I will not feel I coming
Why should I write about it anyway?
I get up, write a poem about a friend who is alone
At the hospital and the nurse's sleep.
Why did God make blowflies?
To try our patience
There is no doubt.
They'll land on juicy steak
When you leave it out
Very soon you will find
Little maggots wriggling on fresh meat
The blowfly has laid her babies
Now isn't that so sweet?
That's what God intended
All his creatures do
Go forth and multiply
That is his golden rule
I have listened to your stories
You're very good at what you do
The fear you've kept inside our heads
With all your doom and gloom
They say no news is good news
To leave it out you think is best
Plus you can't be bothered
With the little thing that they call facts
This has gone on so long you see no wrong
In how you spread the news
Well time is up Mr. and Mrs. Media
You're like the little boy who cried wolf
You've lead us on for so long
Some of us are starting to see
That in the wake of what you say
It's mostly make believe
You've fooled us once, fooled us twice
So why not try a few more times
It's monkey see, monkey do
As these blind monkey's follow you
You think a noble fight is being fought
But it's more like bought and sold
Where you'll go down in history
As the media who cried wolf
So you can scream the sky is falling
Or the Big Bad Wolf is at the door
What's the word they say...oh yea "FAKE"
As we don't believe you anymore...
The cat wants out
It speaks in French Guiana
Is fluent in meow
Just off the tip of tongues
To the north in South America
Close to Brazil
They hone their language skills
Kitty returns an hour later
It is always impolite to talk
With a lizard or bird's tail
Dangling from your mouth
They leave it out
A mouse will follow
To study feline etiquette
Please close the door behind
In South America
Cats speak their mind
There's room for improvement in my heart
continually I'm aware of love's presence in my life
I better be fair at least with others if not myself
If I lost this precious piece of ground
tell me would i be capable of winning her heart at last
Or suffer the shame of loss and defeat that seeks its hold on all our lives
but the past has no hold on what the future brings
if you believe in something enough it comes alive
because it grows from the seed of hope that generous souls love sow
without question I love to see it spring to life
and prosper the one that watered it everyday
And I see the plant wither when left alone
it grew bitter with deceit till it died from despair
My own garden poisoned by lies false friends enjoy to toss around
None loyal to the cause no mention of Honor leave it out
frequently I battled with the thought
till i learned acceptance and told my heart to be strong
my soul responded in a rare kind of way it's difficulties that cause us to grow
will i find the fortune in misfortune finally at last
Or be trodden by the force failure often brings
There is too much hate in the world. Leave it out of the Soup. Here is my flower child
scoop: “Make love not war.”
Eileen Manassian
I'm NOT a flower child, but this quotation from that era is pertinent today. Innuendos
and sarcasm, implications hoping for inferences have no place here. We all need to
heed this advice from Paul.
New International Version (Romans 13:8)
Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another.
The waves of hatred and defeat
Go crashing into the rocky shore
With the sands of love and peace
Before you leave you must teach
The world what you have learned
For when you rise angels by your sides
You will take the worlds concerns
What you teach whether it wisdom or beseech
The knowledge you have earned
Let it wisen you further
Complete you with the gift
You have given unto the world
And when you fly
Saying your last goodbyes
Much the world has learned
So take this poem to
Consider or concern
For soon you rise
You have the choiceof just how far you get
The angels cry
With weepy eyes
forever in your debt
Choose wisely young one
Before your light is out
It flits and flickers some
Unsure, much in doubt
Take hold, control
Your future is bright
Leave your past behind
Leave it out of sight
Don't lie forgotten
Forever unaware
Of the time and its passing
Please, your thoughts you must share
Your light turned out
Your time is up
Your choice must be made
In white you rise
Your flight to the skies
As the stars in the night fade
The waves of hatred and defeat
Go crashing into the rockey shores
With the sands of love and peace
As the stars in the night soar
Listion close listion to me what do you hear i hear eternity,
Eternity singing how could we leave it out this way,
How could the world become this way!!!
Regret, race, discrase, what is next cant everyone see
This is our eternity this can never change stuck in the past
stuck back in the years what a damn discrase!!!!!
Orkie orca lived by the sea
With his mother and Aunt Bea
Up and down the Pacific coast they would roam
Looking for a spot to call their own
Orkie would watch the fishing boats
As they threw out their nets and floats
If he wanted to swim and play
Away from the nets he would have to stay
He would chase the seals on the waves
Dive down to the underwater caves
He would jump high in the air
He was having so much fun he didn't care
One day Orkie was out for a swim
He hit something with his back fin
He slowly looked back
When he saw something black
Mom, mom come and see what I have found
It seems to be bobbing and making a sound
That Orkie, is called a bouy
You have to leave it alone it is not a toy
You see Orkie they leave it out at sea
So the big boats know just where they should be
It show them if they are close to the shore line
If they don't cross this they will be fine
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