Awake me muse, for I need to commit,
To something, anything that will keep me fit
Before me sits, an unbuilt kit,
waiting for me to assemble it
With steady hands ready to work,
Unboxing, pulling out pieces,
for all they are worth
Parts and pieces dispersed here and there,
instructions interpreted as somewhat fair
Leave it to me, I’ll get it done,
better late than never, I told someone.
Time has come, to glue this to that,
prime, sand, then paint all that
To finish the task at one’s feet,
the process calls for it to repeat
Don’t call me a bad guy,
if I justify why you should electrify
You can paint or wallpaper any wall,
it doesn’t much matter to me at all
With all those lights still so dark,
plug in with “AC” to get a spark
Once we throw the thumb-wheel switch,
we behold all that glows,
hopefully, without a hitch.
I can proudly say to you this day,
this dolls house is ready and on its way
Ready for you to decorate
with folks gathering to participate
Thanking you in advance
for this build of mine
and approving of my timeline
At some point, you might say,
at his best, he was a gifted Miniaturist
Some people love to speculate
And conversate about everything
Whatever they perceive it to be
Or believe it to be an F & A
C & a T in essence they investigate
The things that they see
Like leave it to me
I'm connecting things
To escalate the escapade
Where should we go? Wherever you want
Pick a place and I'll get us there
We'll fly standby and take to the sky
Or I'll pick and we'll land who knows where
Just leave it to me, I know what to see
I promise you'll like where we go
And if it's ok could I hold your hand?
Please walk through this dream with me slow
I'm not in a rush though you might see me blush
When I give you an orchid bouquet
And I'll tell you things played from my heartstrings
And maybe this dream will then stay
Renew in 2022
2021 was a year
Through God Grace
I'm still here
No longer living in fear (no fear)
God's real
I know it
I had a cup he overflowed it
His mercy he showed it
His grace he gave
My soul he saved
Refreshed, renewed
In 2022
Renewed Refreshed
Trying to pass this test
I will not flip a page back
This year I'm staying on track
I'm going to get everything he said back
My dreams my goals
He's still in control
I will marry my dreams
Be obsessed with success
He said leave it to me
I will handle the rest
I said less that day
Begin to pray
Trust in me I will set you free
Refreshed, renewed
In 2022
Renewed Refreshed
Trying to pass this test
I will do , I will be all that you said I wouldn't be
Refreshed, renewed
In 2022
Renewed Refreshed
Trying to pass this test
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
1/1/2022
THE EIFFEL TOWER
In the city of light their aspire
Was to build to a climax higher
Gustave Eiffel you see
Said just leave it to me
I can satisfy all your desire
Monsieur Eiffel seen with affection
By Dames de Paris for perfection
Of his manner de Gaul
Mais plus ca most of all
For his grand magnifique **ection
21 April 2020
There was a great war in 1969
Many died for no reason
During all four of the seasons
Shot and killed on the battle field
I was the Demolition Man
Disarming and arming
All things that went BOOM
The Bouncing Betty was my favorite
She would bounce up high
Then spread out wide
Killing all within
A safety pin was all I needed
To disarm this beast a secret I had to keep
But now shes obsolete
The secret is out so all can see
How to disarm Betty with just a safety pin
This was for a contest but leave it to me I was to late, lol
Daniel Cretona
Poor old Daniel Cretona
he carries the woes of the world on his shoulder,
he remembers when young fearing total destruction,
as there seemed no chance for peaceful construction.
The fears disappeared in the following years.
there seemed now no need to shed any tears,
the cold in the east seemed to warm to the west,
the bear its aggression it seemed to divest.
But then what followed was a world badly led,
the olive branches on offer are dead,
the stars and the stripes puffed it's chest with delight,
thinking they had won, the long cold fight.
And instead of taking the bear by the hand,
and creating for all a new Promised Land,
gave no respect to the state of the bear,
left it brooding and angry alone in its lair.
This earth needs something better than this,
If you ask me our leaders we all should dismiss,
they haven't clue on what they should do,
they should just leave it to me and to you.
He was my fairytale
But he said "it was a lie"
I made a lot of mistakes
But he said " it's just a life"
I was so young and free
I was rookie in love
He said that "I should stay still
I will always be above"
But then
You said me "Go", I'm still enough
close to your cold and broken heart
Tears that are falling from my eyes
are able to break the useless ice
Whatever it is, just leave it to me
I'll be with you, just wait and see
Future is near, forget about past
Life's awesome, don't be aghast
He was my fairytale
But he said "it was a lie"
I made a lot of mistakes
But he said " it's just a life"
I was so young and free
Memories were bright but then
He proved that it was a game
There was no feeling, just pretence
Write an invitation, send it to your friends
“Everyone please come, one and all…
We are going to party, have some fun.”
Include a little note with these lines…
“Leave off the gifts, I don’t want them
Leave off the fancy dresses too”
Please come over just as you are
All I need is your smiling face.
RSVP if you can, and don’t delay
Tell me if you’re bringing a friend.
You really don’t want to miss this one!
Leave it to me to supply the food.
Ice to put in glasses, and chests to
Keep the beer cold. There will be
Even cola, and bottled water too.
There’ll be wine, and also mixed drinks.
Help yourself to dip and chips, and
Even shrimp and little sandwiches.
Rumaki is always a special treat.
Enough food to sink a battleship!
Stand up and dance the calories off!
Never say you are too old to dance;
Old people know how to have fun!
Think of when we once were young
Overdoing too much food and drink.
Most bodies would hurt the next day
OH, but we did have a ball!
Remember how we stayed up all night?
Raise a glass to those who didn’t make it!
One more drink, a song or two, and
We’ll party like there’s no tomorrow!
Slowing down
inside
slowly
Whirling wheels
spokes run backwards
Stillness still
repels
Imagination still
tells stories
draining fuel cells
Rearrange
what matters
on the open top
of time
Wasting it
contradicts
the flywheel in my mind
But it’s slowing
and the only fear left standing
may be of wheels
rolling on again
Stress thorn.
Your smile
successfully
beguiles
a victim
willingly impaled
struggling weakly
to escape
runs it deeper
till it fades
and leaves a lasting scar
What was that for?
Perhaps I understand
love’s power
a little more
So blind
this mind
cannot retain a fraction
of the truth explained
So light my way
Spirit at my side
Leave it to me, you say
and I’ll try
Political Chicanery
By Franklin Price
8/20/1015
Political chicanery
Are spoken words I say
Slightly bending of the truth
Is the politician's way
If uttered words can scrambled be
To turn the meaning 'round
I think I can quite manage
To pound them in the ground
Excuse me while I practice
Take time to coalesce
I haven't done a thing at all
For which I must confess
Contrarily I did it all
Made everything so good
Made no missteps along the way
Did everything I should
No one ever helped me
Bipartisan with my foes
Confronted every problem
From my head down to my toes
Everywhere I fixed it all
Made everything first rate
Now my run for President
Brings my stumping to your state
Give me your nod when voting
I'll guarantee you won't regret
I'll continue fixing everything
Leave it to me and do not fret
I'll always be there for you
You'll never be alone
You know I'll do the best for you
As I rule you from my throne
Come with me to the lost and found
Come with me, RIGHT AWAY!
For there is something you have lost
Oh, find it now, TODAY!
Come with me, dear, and hold my hand
There's no time to delay
If we don't find the LOVE you lost
Your heart will go astray
Leave it to me, inquiries
I know just what to say
We're looking for this man's lost LOVE
the one he did betray
For yes, it is your Love for me
You lost along the way
So to the Lost and Found we go
Hold tight, dear, do not stray!!!
Oh, here it is, your poor lost LOVE
My HEART you used for play
So please, dear, pick it right back up
Or there'll be hell to pay!!!
Eileen Manassian
It’s time, its here, it’s that time of year
Time for chocolate eggs and a bunny
But look deeper in and ask, is it a sin?
For many do trivialise with a hat that is funny.
The deeper meaning behind, is getting harder to find
Why chocalte eggs are given and eaten just now.
Is there a glut of them? Is there a chocolate laying hen?
Or a chocolate factory that's owning a cow.
Is there a golden rabbit? Did somebody bag it?
This is one thing I do not know.
But what it means to me, is not hard to see
The size of the egg or the rabbit is for show.
As I don't like chocolate bunnies or eggs
I am out to rescue the bunny, hen and cow
But what to do when the rescue is through
I will put on my thinking cap just now
When they are free You can leave it to me
I will find something new to do with them.
As for Easter this year, you need have no fear
The animals will soon all be free
To stop them being abused
And to keep me amused
No clue to the killer of the Easter bunny….
it’s me.
© 21/03/2013
On my bed is a colorful quilt,
Not hand-made – it came from the store.
Each morning I lay it out, always the same;
It’s so simple, it’s not like a chore.
It has to be facing the way that I like,
Connecting green squares on the top.
The sides must be even and thus all around,
It will hang with the perfect-length drop.
The pillows are fluffed, each one touching the next,
And are topped with a match-the-quilt sham.
If you enter the room and expect something less,
Then you really don’t know who I am.
Unless – and it is an occurrence so rare,
There must be a good explanation –
My husband has made the bed, then you will note
It seems lacking in coordination.
The top of the quilt’s where the bottom should be;
The pillows are huddled behind it.
The shams block the headboard and there is my spouse,
Never suspecting I’d mind it.
To him, it looks great, though of course not the same,
But he claims he was being inventive;
While I like things to be just the way that I like –
I admit that I’m ****-retentive.
How you’re wired determines your preferences here;
I’m fanatic ‘bout how my bed’s looking.
So I told my husband, just leave it to me,
And stick to your forte, the cooking!
Years ago at home sick with a cough,
My Mother made chicken soup for me.
After lunch she would turn the radio off,
And let me watch TV.
I recall one of my favorite shows,
About a small boy named: The Beaver.
I curious name I suppose,
Their parents Ward and June Cleaver.
He had an older brother named Wally,
Who always knew the truth.
The show presented 50’s life, ‘By Golly,’
Which seemed just like my own youth.
Beaver would always get in a mess,
Or some crazy predicament.
Wally would then make him confess,
To their father in embarrassment.
In many ways I could relate,
As I have an older brother too.
Because when I made a mistake,
My brother always knew what to do.
I sometimes would break a light,
Or damage one of my dad’s tools.
My brother would say it’s alright,
And seemed to know all the rules.
When “Leave it to Beaver” is done,
I always revisit my childhood.
Such a special age, had so much fun,
And the true value of brotherhood.
By: Greg Stanley
On the show, “Leave it to Beaver”
For Michael’s “Old TV Show” contest
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