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Love is a like a long weekend
Sleeps in and phone muted
No one else is important but themselves
Window shopping on a Saturday
Drinking wine during an evening meal
Her eyes
And those eyes dark as a piece of coal
And as I work and Bees come
Sunlight turns them into honey
Eyes that see my different point of view
And they look at me with undeserved love
Those lips
And those lips that words of love come
Lips that desire to be kissed and sweetly
And love to be dressed in colors
That wait for me with kindness
Patiently smiling at my uncomfortableness
But Life Weakend
And so the pressure mounts as does Himself
Weakend by gravity the sags come
Their bodies get weak but their love survives
But not a day,week or moment goes by that isn't filled with love
But the weak inherit the world in the end
love has drifted and shifted from old days,
from daisies, roses and chocolate trays,
we fall in love, not after meet and look,
love is often through twitter or facebook!
her eyes were so dreamy on her webpage,
her lips so rosy they lit in me rage,
I fondled, kissed the pillow next to me,
dreamt with her I had a family tree!
I messaged her twice and got no reply,
good girls of that age I knew would be shy,
googled and Yahood, finally tracked her down,
knew exactly where she lived in my town!
that evening when we met, my love went cold,
her photo on her webpage was 30 years old!
Written 27/06/2021
Contemporary Sonnet poetry contest
Charlotte Puddifoot sponsored
10 syllables each line
14 lines aabb rhyme sequence with final rhyming couplet.
Slowly, gently
like a nomad, I slip away
out the back door of midnight hours ,
stepping into a brilliant autumn dome.
In a wet emerald park
Under lit panels of a tree
My guy sneaks behind me
Naughty as a vagrant wing,
Flinging on the grass, so free, so free.
And we run into the woods,
Inhaling dusk’s brightness
serenaded by jay-like trills,
while the child within holds this glee;
oh so free, free…a laughter beguiled.
Then sunrise slowly, gently flames
as our play begins to end,
he kisses my cheeks
before our moon slips-slides
into gray… a moment so free,
when our innocence abides.
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5/26/2016
Becca Teagan’s Contest: Slipping Away
*Poem inspired by aforementioned song
I love you! She said, throwing her arms around me.
I was stunned. I had no idea who she was.
Or how she got inside my parent’s home.
My brother explained. “This is my new girlfriend.”
I adored her right away.
She loved the house, she loved the parents.
She loved their fireplace, she loved their bar room.
She was fun, happy, enthusiastic and wonderful!
Where did you find this one? I asked him.
She is a keeper! If you don’t snap her up, I’ll marry her myself.
She never stopped loving things. That was fifty years ago,
And she still loves me, my brother, my parents, their new home…..
She and my brother are divorced now. He has a new wife,
But she still loves him. She loves everything. She loves and loves and loves and loves.
She is at my front door now. I am hiding behind the couch, because she might peek in the window.
I cannot take any more loving.
Naughty Children
Naughty children pick their nose's
And smear their clothes
Playful and mischievous
They belong to Jesus
Naughty kids are fast kids
They catch butterflies
With big smiles they show you
How quick their fingers are
Naughty children jolly play
Even in the cold
They don't get distressed
They chew yummy gum
Naughty kids climb
Are always up and down
With a lot of smile about
Laughing happily when they fall.
Naughty kids like
Movies and toast
Do not disturb
On their full stomachs.
Naughty kids kick
Everything broken
They run away
With fast legs soon.
Naughty children show
You how to forgive
With their wet cheeks
After you shame their bottom.
Naughty kids share
Anything together
And raise to adults
They cutely greet.
Haughty children
Are the brats rude
Who count teeth and
Mind the business of adults.
Shemp Howard has a special problem today.
He receives an inheritance from his Uncle Caleb who passed away.
One condition exists that does not seem too funny:
Shemp must prove he's married before he gets the money.
In the legal document, there is a strange codicil:
The stooge has to get married within 48 hours of the will.
He has proposed to women who all think he's a creep.
This seems like a mountain to climb that is too steep.
Shemp meets Miss Hopkins who mistakes him for Cousin Basil.
Miss Hopkins gives Shemp a beating that is just brutal.
Along comes Shemp's student who nobody thinks is choice.
Miss Dinkelmeyer is not good looking, and has a terrible voice.
If you wonder what the conclusion of this episode will be:
Get the video and have a look-see.
Based on the 1947 Columbia Pictures short subject "Brideless Groom" starring the Three Stooges.
Priceless gifts, priceless times with those you love,
What comes to mind when you think of those two phrases?
Is it spending time on cell phones, computer, I pad?
If it is, then that's too bad,
Because you are truly missing out on very precious times,
Hearing the birds sing, a eagle, a hawk soaring above,
Fresh cut grass smell, kids playing in the park, mom's pushing their loved ones in the swing,
Stopping to see a monarch butterfly flying by, landing on some milkweed plant, just to say hi. Spending precious spirtual time with our Savior Jesus for whom made you and all of the worlds beauty..
Precious gifts come on many shapes and forms, they aren't around too long, take time to play with your children, talk to them, No matter how old they are, they came from you, just because you cut the physical cord at birth, doesn't mean they aren't without your love, your arms around them, they still need your time, your shoulder to cry on.
Time is lost, love, teachings, nurturing, hugs are lost,
Those things don't cost a cent, yet they are forever heartfelt,
Tomorrow isn't promised to anyone, don't wait til another time is free, whatever is keeping you from connecting with your loved ones, it doesn't compare with making your child smile, laugh, giggle, love is forever, money is lost, love your children today, now, take that walk, hold that hand, they will fill your heart to the brim, and that is something that you will never lose, and much more meaningful than a wallet full of money will ever show off..
Upon first seeing you, I vowed to “make that woman my wife”
It just never dawned on me how much that would change my life
In the beginning, just being together was all that was needed
But it was the little voice in the back of my mind that I should have heeded
Looking into your gentle, loving eyes of beautiful blue
There was no doubt that your love was true
The look of passionate love was rightfully read
Though I misjudged what you were indeed calculating in your head
That glorious day finally did come when we read the vows that we would each write
After reading mine, it was yours that sent me into sheer fright
“The hunter has become the hunted and you are now mine
And it is now that I do with you as I please until the end of time”
Love Your Neighbor
As you love yourself
Wait a minute I
Am almost gone
to the wilderness
Don't bring that hate,
Envy, rage, foolishness
Drunkenness, Adulterous
Taking all my sugar and bread with
Lusting after own eyes
And mind over this way
Telling me to be my own shrine
We don't need God
We can make it own our own
I can't even take this next breath
Without God allowing it
He has ability to snatch it out
At anytime ,thankfully
He is patient with us
This is for fun my friends
But hope to get a point across
We can not even know love
Until the spirit of God
Dwells within to create
a new mind and heart
Then the love within
Flows out into all ,
Love all of you
If you like it are not
We all still have hope
If we are breathing
This poem written to show difference in fruit from this world tree
Vs fruit that grows within spirit tree
"Somethings become part of our existence, never dispensing them however old or cracked they are...! May not be out of any special fondness or attachment, but simply so, defying all rationale."- By Poet
The syllable count-10, 7, 7, 10 is followed in all the three limericks.
I owned my house many many years back.
Changed my furniture, even kitchen rack.
But there is a rusted sink. 10,
It is tilted at the brink
Fear if it will come off the hinge and crack
Now my sink looks a worn out contraption.
My wife's upset, has a hot reaction.
All its former glamor, gone.
In my wife's eyes, it's a thorn.
Still hold it to my strange satisfaction!
Though a washbasin, looks a urinal.
Water keeps flowing as through a canal.
In lower pipe, there's a kink.
Anytime my sink may sink.
Why I keep it, I have no rationale!