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A nurse has washed six patients; it's a busy day,
And now she has just watched a lovely lady die,
Next she’s going to bed-bath the woman next door,
No time for her own needs, can’t let herself cry.
Then on to talk to the new admission, a man,
Ask how he has managed for he lives alone,
Then she prepares the young man for theatre,
Is called to the desk to answer the phone.
It’s the daughter of that patient, who died,
Very gently the nurse gives her the news,
Then quickly walks back down the ward,
In her black tights and flat, silent shoes.
Her friend is back from her break and they chat,
A few words as she prepares to do a dressing,
They're both laughing with the patients
As the men their ages are guessing.
You sweet talking man says the older HCA,
While staff nurse likes the flirting young man,
Although they are both very happily married,
They distract from fear and pain if they can.
Then, quick nurse, they turn check out the bay,
See an old man sliding out of the chair,
His neighbour had called out to alert them,
They prevent his fall by rushing over there.
They pop him to bed, do a set of observations,
BP, pulse, temperature, O2 sats, he looks blue!
Then to the phone to summon the doctor,
No fuss, no panic, the nurse knows what to do.
Pops on oxygen, 2 litres, speeds up the drip,
Documents her findings for the medics to read
Time for my break thank goodness, she thinks
Realises that she feels very thirsty indeed.
Checks that all is OK, the doctor's now here,
She gets halfway to the rest room with her tea,
When a very upset lady arrives; that daughter,
Immediately she takes her into the room to see
Her dead mother. For a moment stays by her side,
Then goes and fetches, gives her own cup of tea,
For it is exactly what the daughter needs
Strong, a splash of milk and sugar spoonfuls three.
Soon the daughter leaves with the information
A bereavement pack and a hug from the nurse
Who then turns once more towards the staff-room,
Sits down, counts out the money in her purse.
She smiles, for she can just about afford it,
For if this busy, long, sad shift ever ends
She is meeting, just outside at eight o’clock,
Going for a well earned night out with friends.
I was ‘ Walking ’ back from grocery shopping
When I saw something, that had me hopping…
… mad, I mean… at what I seen
… a Man treating a Dog, just like a Queen !
They rode past in a top-down car
She had shades on, like a Movie-Star
My bags dropped down, due to shock…
… Now… What She got, that I ain’t got?
… Her big ears blowing in the wind
Now, I know, that’s Man’s Best Friend
But the only reason, I figured, I was Walking
is ‘cause I need a new kind-of-Talking :
Bow-Wow! Get my tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow! Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow! Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow… … see I can Manage …
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
- to Bow-Wow
and it’s Alright Now
Now, I knew, something was wrong with that Sight
Can my Bark, be worse than Her Bite?
I started to Listen to the Canine next Door
Yapping and a Howling – made ‘em give Her More…
Then I hung around the Local Pet-Shop
I Finally figured out “What They Got !”
The next Man came, I Said, “They’s Expensive,
You may as well, get yourself a ‘Mrs’…”
… Bow-Wow!
Bow-Wow! Get my tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow! Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow! Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow… … see I can Manage
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
to Bow-Wow
and it’s Alright Now
Well… We were already happily Married, when He said, “Let’s get a Dog”
I sat up straight… went to sniffing, as silent-whistle-warnings, went off
I jumped in front of Him … and started to Tease…
“We don’t need nothing ‘round with Fleas !”
… and if You scratch behind My Ears,
I’ll make the kind of noise, you love to Hear ! …
Bow-Wow! Move Over Rover
Bow-Wow! Fe-Fe, Its Over !
Bow-Wow! This is My Growler
Git’ A Little Louder … Bow – Wow !
Bow-Wow… Wuff Wuff Wuff
Carol Brown… This One’s For You Kiddo’
And Your Great Sense of Humor (Smile)
This Poem is From Bygone Days
(Wouldn’t You Know… The Silly One’s Always Survive)
Hope You Enjoy It….
MoonBee
Marriages are for when the husbands and the wives are determined to stay together for what
will be the rest of their lives. These people have been married to each other since they
day the men and the women met through their relatives or old friends from either high
school or college. It seems that when a man and a woman have read their vows to each
other, they don't ever break. And once the men and the women are married to each other,
there's no more going to bars, no more going to any of those dating websites, and no more
enjoying the bachelor/bachelorette life, ever. Ones who commit infidelity will allow the
marriage to have ended in a divorce. Marriages also mean that these two people mustn't
cheat on each other with other men/women, even if he/she is as attractive as the current
husband/current wife is. Sometimes most marriages will last at least four months, but some
of them will have lasted for more that sixty to eighty years. The children will have been
born after these two people (a man and a woman) have been married to each other,
especially when they're planning on starting an actual family. Why, this is starting to
look like an episode of "The Newlywed Game" hosted by Robert "Bobby" Eubanks, Carnie
Wilson, and Sherri Sheppard. Those marriages are not just a unity of a man and a woman,
marriages are a unity of same-sex couples (two men and/or two women), especially when
they're about adopt some children of all foreign countries, including Haiti or China. But
even if all married couples have to deal with financial situations, monthly bills, the
arguments, or whatever, these two people must know that they still love each other and
must always be supportive of what their plans for the future are. And no matter the
struggle or other guys and/or women that will have interfered in their marriages that day
in and day out, all married couples must tell the others that their happily married and to
have spared them the embarrassment in the near future. And if these marriages were to last
until the end of time, that would be great for all married couples. Newlyweds, too.
I have such good memories of our beautiful mother and handsome father,
Days and nights of growing up with them.
We lived in beautiful houses, the Magnolia house, the Chopin house and the Lorne Park house,
Grandma Elfrieda our very virtuous and good grandmother came to live with us,
She was a beautiful woman with silver white hair styled in a french role.
She cooked and sewed for us, styled and sewed my grade eight graduation dress, my secondary school dress,
I always had a selection of beautiful clothes, she knitted me a beautiful nordic sweater.
For my birthday one year she knitted me a sailor like sweater and sewed a beautiful flared skirt.
Father brought mother and I a coat,sweater and skirt one year, quite beautiful and a navy blue dress with a rainbow collar.
He was the director of a fashion company in the city of Toronto
Mother was an executive controller for a handsome builder of subdivision houses,
Summers we would go to the cottage together, our brother Tom would stay at his friend Eric's place,
When I married my husband Walter and had two beautiful children Kirk and Erik,
We went to the Limetree Beach resort in Sarasota, Florida with my sister Antje and my parents.
MY divorced years I lived in our parents' beautiful spacious house with my
children and sister,
They were such beautiful and handsome parents and kind to us all,
I will always remember them with love and friendship,
Their friendship continued and we went to visit my sister Antje and her children and husband at their beautiful house.
We visited my brother Tom his children and wife Gail at their house,
They got married at Pioneer village. i was a bridesmaid,
They drove in a horse drawn carriage, Tom wore a tuxedo and Gail wore a very
beautiful wedding gown.
My sister Antje was a pretty bridesmaid at their wedding,
She is very happily married now to Michael and has two beautiful and handsome children Esme and Evan.
Our parents blessed us with friendship and kindness,
We are all truly thankful to the Lord , our God.
Author:Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Most folks I loved
died when I was in my thirties.
Not just people,
but our San Francisco bohemian mecca lifestyle,
our 365 days and nights celebration
turned into an epidemic of waiting
and watching
and mourning our losses,
wondering about possibilities of survival.
What could remain for us,
for me,
for this place?
What could become my purpose
our purpose
for any lonely future of diaspora survivors?
My closest friend,
a happily married matriarch
with two adolescent children,
died of breast cancer
when I was in my early forties.
Perhaps this was my final straw.
I have not reconstructed any friendships since.
This reminds me of my maternal grandfather,
who lived into his eighties
but as his quantity of years continued
his quality of celebrated convivial life shrank
through loss of two wives
and all their friends,
his generation of neighbors,
and then his hearing.
He told me
not long before he passed
he was not sure
if his loss of hearing was a curse
or a blessing,
prohibiting him from cultivating renewing friendships
only to be lost yet again.
My own hearing is not perfect
yet I seem unwilling to listen
for any more friends,
loved ones I could no better afford to lose
than those already gone.
Yet still I wonder
about therapeutic reasons for my survival.
As fertile celebrations fade to dusty memory,
my capacity to comprehend why I still breathe,
yet my generation of intentional families has long passed,
shrunk to incomprehensible mystery
as did my revered grandfather's hearing.
The best I can hear,
through this epidemic distance,
I rescued by adoption
then by love
four hurt children
no one else wanted,
and each continues teaching me how to love hims and her,
when I listen well,
in their distinctive needy ways and broken means.
Yet even here
with these final four
I night sweat in guilty worry
about how they could best thrive
when I can, at last,
no longer hear them,
nor they me.
Most folks I loved
died when I was young,
leaving me to wonder
severed prospects for survival.
Ron desperately wanted to have a girlfriend
He’d looked after his old mum right till the end
Ron was a tall and extremely attractive guy
Unfortunately poor Ron was so terribly shy
He saw a poster in a window for a single’s night
There’d be lots of ladies, it seemed just right
He phoned the organiser, her name was Eva
She’d greet him at the door; he couldn’t wait to meet her
Eva smiled when she saw Ron’s handsome face
with her skin-tight dress he baulked at her embrace
Her huge breasts looked like two bald headed men
He extracted himself; so he could breathe again!
Tables for two were set up around the room
Scented candles gave off a lovely perfume
Ron sat down at a table in search of a date
Would he be lucky and meet his soul mate?
Big Beryl sat down; she had such bad halitosis
She covered her mouth hoping Ron wouldn’t notice
The moment she spoke poor Ron got a foul blast
When their time was up; Ron moved seats - fast!
Then next he met Ann; she was obsessed with her pussy
He would only eat Whiskas; her Tom was ever so fussy
But any hope of romance they had to defer
As Ron had an allergy to animal fur
Butch Bertha said she preferred women to guys
Ron thought it a pity as she had such lovely eyes
Her mother had forced her to go out that night
They both agreed a date just wouldn’t be right
Mavis nervously sat down, she was painfully thin
From the smell of her breath, she’d been hitting the gin
She said she’d had a tipple to steady her nerves
And she’d got her hip flask if she needed reserves!
Ron began to think speed dating contrary
Then a beauty arrived, her name was Mary
Pretty in pink she stood out from the crowd
She was shy and demure and she wasn’t too loud
Ron hesitantly asked Mary if he could give her a call
And their very first date was at the local dance hall
At the end of the night they shared their first kiss
Now they’re happily married and life is just bliss
09-27-17
You swept me away into the depths of our own island,
I was young and in love yet craved independence for my life-
Six years passed and you offered me a beautiful diamond,
for you had always longed for me to be your beloved wife.
R e l e a s e your youth to him…
maybe it's meant to be….
Returning a sacred gift was the hardest thing I’ve had to do,
I spent nights wondering if I had made the right choice-
I moved far away and thought it would be easy to forget you,
but without my soulmate my spoken verses had no voice.
R e l e a s e him like a butterfly…
if he comes back it was meant to be…
I just couldn’t stay away too long before I thirsted for your adoration,
my desire became an obsession I had to go find you once again-
I ran as fast as I could to somehow give you a realistic explanation,
for you have always been the line to my life, my intimate best friend.
R e l e a s e your trust to him…
let’s pray it’s meant to be…
I wrote a short verse with a yellow rose and down on bended knee,
I promised my dedication and proposed with promised loyalty-
I cried…you cried…for you always were so in love with no one but me,
and I am so blessed to have always been treated like deserving royalty.
R e l e a s e your heart to him...
it was definitely meant to be…
I came back to you, you accepted me with nothing but loving open arms,
we swore vows under oath to the Lord I’d be yours, you’d always be mine-
In each other’s embrace we will always feel safe and free from any harm,
for true love became destiny when our love reckoned for the second time.
***This is a true story about me and my hubby. He proposed to me after 6 years of dating. I was 21 and so young. I returned the ring, moved out of state then realized he was my soulmate after all. So I proposed to him this time. Happily married for almost 14 years :)***
Date Written: August 24, 2016
Jan and Darren joined the poetry soup site
Worked on our own poems in our own right
Started to collaborate on works together
Hope this happy union lasts forever and ever
When we joined soup they put out the 'welcome mat'
Lovely comments from PD, Anne Lise and also SKAT
Encouraging new writers is their wonderful gift
Joining poetry soup gives our hearts a lift
Being on the site we have found a lot of fun
In our poems together I’ve just become a mum
Darren is a perfect ‘husband’ and is a doting dad
He always makes me smile but his jokes are often bad
Friendship has blossomed, we've shared laughter and tears
Talked of what the future may hold and our worries and fears
We've discussed our youth and the things we did back then
So little we would change if we could live our lives again
Jan is very happily married, her lovely son is grown
Darren is deliriously happy building a life of his own
The beauty of soup is the welcome they give
Encouraging friendships that last as long as we live.
When we joined soup they put out the welcome mat
Lovely comments from PD, Anne Lise and SKAT
Encouraging new writers is their wonderful gift
Joining poetry soup has given our hearts a lift
Writing with others adds a new and rare poem quality
My collaboration with Jan means the whole world to me
We have intuition, though that may sound absurd
Sometimes I know what she'll say before she's written a word .
We have our page on which we write but love writing as a team
Creating something that might make us giggle or share a sweet dream
You'll find us on Jadazzle out there hoping to make friends
Writing poems we hope you find easy to comprehend .
When we joined soup they put out the welcome mat
Lovely comments from PD, Anne Lise and SKAT
Encouraging new writers is their wonderful gift
Joining poetry soup has given our hearts a lift
12th June 2014
Written By Jan Allison and Darren Watson
Written For Dave Woods Contest
~The Contest of my Dreams~
Dear Hani,
I remember a positive thought coming to my mind. A good night's sleep can happen,
even after you have had a bad day.
Three years ago this very day I woke up, packed my belongings and left forever
and for good.
She stood there at the bus stop and asked me how my day was going.
I wasn't sure if I could....But knew I should.
Reply to her that is.... Not many people may ever care, but I was certain and
sure She does.
I knew where I was but deep down underneath I felt completely lost.
While She was there, I felt a little less lost.
I had been a block away from my home, my old home, that is.
She ask me how I currently felt after all of this.
I replied, "Couldn't be better," but I was never good at lying.
After being faced with a bad hand in poker, my bluff was called.
When I wake up every now and then, I think of the moment she uplifted me
with Her inspiring words.
She didn't even know my name or who I am. Without knowing what she was doing,
she went ahead and did it anyway.
Even after being happily married for four years now, I still wake up in the middle of the night. When I do, I visualize the worn shoe's I was wearing with dirty white laces. They appeared to be untied like a loose stage in my life needing to be secured.
Now, every time I have this same dream, I see my wife’s pretty, dreamy eyes right
beside me looking like an angel. One and the same they are.
She said "You have the same look I had not but a few weeks ago, but your tone of voice is a lot more obvious."
"They are still out there,” she said while looking up into the clouds.
Maybe she might mean women I had loved in the past.
"Are you the one who I truly love also out there?" I asked.
"No." She said. "I am right here next and near to you and will be always."
Hani, I am just trying to give you some thoughts, ideas and ways to present words.
Capitalize the “S” in she for further emphasis of She is the one for me.
Thinking of you..
Thinking of how you
Drove me to the top of
A hill just to show me a
Sunrise. I'll never forget it.
You told me of its beauty,
Which I was too young to
Understand, but I wish I was
There now. Remembering
How you had tried so hard
To make me happy as a child.
You didn't have to. I was ecstatic
By you just being there for us.
Recalling all those times you
Would say," What did the cat
Say when its tail got cut off,"
And I would answer," It won't
Be long now," but then, it
Referred to seeing you, and now,
I'm afraid, it does not.
I never thought I would see
The day where I knew I
Had to watch you fade.
I always pictured you would
Stick around so that when you
Passed on, I would be alright
Because I would be happily married
And have your grandchildren that looked like you.
I won't see that day.
And I'm sorry to say you won't either.
I wonder how you're garden is doing.
You have such a green thumb and
I would've enjoyed seeing your vegetables
Grow and become bigger, like the love
You grow in my heart.
There are things I never knew about you,
And there are things I wish
You had known about me
These last few years.
Just thinking about how you
Are so young. I've only known
You but fifteen years, but it's gone
By as if it was fifteen seconds.
There are thing we'll never get to say.
There are things we'll never get to know.
I'll never understand why
Hope doesn't influence what really happens.
I may never again smell the delight
Of your home-made stew, but i do
Know that when I write, I'll think,
"I got that from my father."
I'll always know
There's nothing you can do to be
A better father or a bigger inspiration
To me.
You are what I can
Be proud of and what
I can aspire to be.
I lived a dream by
Just being your daughter
And I simply cannot give
You a bigger compliment than
You Are My Father
And I love you.
That will never change.