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Fresh shower and a shave
First one I've had in days
Clean pressed jammies, and new sheets
Off to meet the girl of my dreams
I pull down tight on the shades
Hoping against hope I'm not running late
We get together most Saturday nights
When I pull up the covers and shut out the lights
I often wonder where we'll go
As neither of us ever really knows
Where the mind travels in its comatose state
Or where dream girls like to go on dates
We might end up at some fancy dance
Or a beach somewhere in the South of France
It all depends on her or is that depends on me
When I'm out cold with the girl of my dreams
Sometimes I play her hero well
But not that super if the truth I must tell
Slowing moving as if in a dream
Most Saturday nights in my sleep
Over time she has never changed
In fact even I look pretty much the same
Whenever we have a chance to meet
Out on a date with the girl of my dreams
The older I am
The older I get
Finding myself doing the same
Thing, again and again
Nothing in life
Ever much changes
I'm so predictable
But then you knew I would say this
It all has to do
With my attitude
But then again
This tidbit you knew
I wake in the mornings
Shower and shave
The very same way
I do every day
I put on my trousers
One leg at a time
First with the left
Then with the right
Same with my shoes
I follow suit
First with the left
Well, you know what I do
A bowl of Cheerios
Every morning for breakfast
I've done this before
So you know that I've got this
After all that
I let out the cat
Where he starts the first of many
Afternoon naps
Down on the corner
By 8:05
And just like I am
The bus is always on time
I'm predictable
In all I do and say
Just looking at me
Gives that away
I get to the office
Sit down at my desk
And just like the cat
All day I nap
Back at the corner
By 5:05
Here comes the bus
Still right on time
Make it back home
Let the cat in
Sit down to dinner
Me and my feline friend
Predictable
In all that I do
My trouser routine
Works for my jammies too
Exactly at 9
I'm tucked into bed
So I'm fresh in the morning
To do it all over again
I'd tell you different
But won't play you the fool
Cause we all know that I am
Predictable
This 'Heroic' Crown of Sonnets, I am posting as seven separate Sonnets, for ease of reading. This is written with thanks to a fellow poet, who is most likely too modest to be mentioned, but whose great mastery is evident in everything he writes.
ONE
I come home, and she’s cooking in pajamas,
She’s overjoyed, she’s out of bed, at all!
She handled it with no qvetching, no dramas,
She wasn’t ill, but she was never well…
I smell rice, olive oil, garlic and onions,
She makes food simple, clean, wholesome to eat,
She weekly went to doctors – not for bunions!
She had long, skinny, happy, healthy feet!
I kiss her like I ne’er before have kissed her,
She hugs and lets me hold her by the door…
She dealt with life so wisely – how I’ve missed her!
She had to keep both feet firm on the floor.
I come home, and she’s in her fuzzy jammies,
SO beautiful, and cutting up salamis!
The time the children dread most is approaching.
They know the clock on the wall doesn't lie.
They might feign exhaustion, pretend to be busy,
But Mom can see through the ruse.
"Bedtime," she says. "You know the drill."
"Potty, then jammies, and bed," they reply.
Scampering off to fulfill these duties
Fearing the next words out of her mouth.
"Not so fast!" yells exasperated Mommy.
"You know what comes first!" They stop in their tracks.
"Prayers?" offers one. "Snacks?" hopes another
But deep down they know the truth:
It's time for The Clearing.
Clothes in the hallway...
Toys on the bed...
Left over dishes, plates, and cups on the table...
ALL must be cleared away!
No exceptions.
"You know the rules," Mom says. "Get clearing!"
9/10/2023
for The Clearing poetry contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
Mommy,Mommy, who took you away?
Don't you know I need a warm bath and I so want to play?
Where are you, Mommy? You were not even old!
Daddy told me a virus took you.
How can I cover you with a warm blanket, when it gets cold?
Who will tuck me in each starlit night?
I am so terribly lonely, Mommy!
For a ten year old this is a lonely fright.
They won't let me see my Nana at all.
I can only see her though a window, Mommy!
And oh ~how our hot, shared tears do fall.
We don't have real school at all, maybe not even in fall!
My friends, Mommy I cannot see, just call?
Living with masks, no company, no Mommy.
Behind brick walls till I am ninety-three and my childhood
lost in fear and misery!
My best friends miss you, too!
Your warm hugs and yummy bakings.
Grown-ups hide from each other Mommy, too.
They argue, they get drunk, they cry.
I kneel in my jammies, with my hands on the window sill.
And wish, beyond wishing that the world was the same again.
But most of all, that you were with us, still!
Will I ever play jump rope again or is life on a Chromebook
where my story ends?
I cannot even hug my best friend, Joanie!
Daddy said this summer we must stay inside, there will be
no riding on dappled ponies.
Daddy misses you so much!
I hear him crying in the kitchen, holding your pretty
coffee mug.
We try to smile and do play with the doggie on the new rug.
I will talk to you before bed, Mommy of my heart.
I want to be in heaven with you, skipping on stars.
And, once again, having a happy, young girl heart!
Love you forever, Mommy
Your...Penny. xoxo
May 14, 2020
2pm PST
Poem # 1266
I have that Sunday feeling
you know the one I mean,
I should be up and dressed by now
but I’m really not that keen.
I have that Sunday feeling
that comes before a tiring week
it’s even too much effort
to move my mouth to speak.
I have that Sunday feeling
you know the one you dread,
it always begins and ends
with just getting out of bed!
I have that Sunday feeling
while munching on my toast
One good thing about this day
is having Sunday roast!
I have that Sunday feeling
but it’s ok I’ll survive
As Sia is on the radio
reminding me I’m alive!
I have that Sunday feeling
while staring at the ironing pile
Maybe it won’t hurt
to avoid it for a little while.
I have that Sunday feeling
so right here I will stay
Sitting in my jammies
having a slow and lazy day!
Heard the term “outside the box”?
What box are they referring to?
Sitting in my jammies at my computer
Don't see no box, do you?
A term you hear a lot these days
What can it possibly mean
This old guy is totally confused
Totally betwixt and between
Catch phrases have always confused me
Prefer simple Dick and Jane words
So all us grandpas can decipher them
This stuff is sure for the birds
Maybe I'll get an old cardboard box
And sit me therein for a while
Then emerge and start thinking of stuff
In a clever “outside the box” style
Really that's not at all what it means
Heard someone say emphatically
To go where no man has gone before
Think a lot more erratically
Now confused much more than ever
Think I'll lie down for a while
Till the world spins a few more times
And I get back my winning smile<>
'twas 'pon a Venice 24-hour layover, when two male members of our airline crew had quite the separate, yet different, adventure.
Flight attendant Number One, who speaks Italian, thought it would be fun to fly his drone in St. Mark's Square... it was fun at first, until he was arrested for doing so.
The drone was confiscated and could possibly have become a Christmas present for a Venice cop's cousin (or, perhaps not).
Among the many convoluted and unfathomable Italian Laws, one states; 'Drones must carry third-party insurance.'
This one did not and, violating Italian aviation rules is an offence, potentially punishable with fines of up to €113,000.00.
Flight attendant Number Two, who speaks nary a word of Italian (nor Chinese), having had a hard day sunning himself at the Lido beach, returned to the hotel and turned in for a good night's sleep.
He woke in the wee, dark hours with the feeling something wasn't quite right.
Turning over, he was appalled to find, not something but, someone sound asleep, and snoring, in bed with him.
Could it be, he had left the door to his room unlocked?
If so, what a turn-up for the books this was.
Turns out, it was a little old Chinese lady, clad in her little old Chinese silk jammies, sleeping peacefully!
Not to put too fine a point on it but, this Flight Attendant couldn't make lemonade out of that lemon, old as she was, as, he happened to be gay.
She wasn't there when he went to bed and, completely baffled by this turnabout, he could only wake her and, as not word one of English did the little old oriental lady speak, shoo her out the door... presumably, disoriented as she was, to roam the corridors, where she may yet be to this day (or night).
She's sitting there, looking at me,
while I pretend that I don't see
that look of longing in her eyes,
that look that comes as no surprise.
It's a forlorn look that seems to say,
Do you have time for a little play?
I know you're busy with your write,
but honestly, you're at it day and night."
I feel guilty; we're off to the kitchen,
so she'll stop her meowing and her b...hing.
With my cup of coffee, and her tummy sated,
We're ready to play as she anticipated.
She bats at the paper balls I toss at her
I throw them at her long-haired coat of fur.
Sometimes she catches one in her paws,
My Bella, you deserve a reward. Applause!
A better roommate, I could never find,
even when her meowing blows my mind.
I rescued her, but she's adopted me.
We're a mutual admiration society.
She never complains when my hairs a mess,
or when I stay in my jammies, but I confess,
if she did, I'd retaliate right back at her,
"You're the one always draped in fur!"
Wistful green eyes are staring up at me.
This time I won't pretend that I don't see.
I've got a hundred paper balls on the floor,
but what the heck, I'll just throw some more.
"Play With Me"
Come play with me and have some fun
pick a card and choose a game
Better still
we'll play them all one by one
The first card is the swing
it tells us to close our eyes
Imagine swinging high reaching the sky
gliding slowly to feel the wind upon our face
The second card a bottle of bubbles
it tells us to gather the many wands
Make as many shapes and sizes as we can
and watch them gently waltz through air
The third card a blank sheet with one crayon
it tells us to think wisely before drawing
for in this game there are no erasers
We'll tell each other the meaning and why
The fourth and final card says sleepover
it tells us to invite one person or friend
I choose and select you for this party of two
so wear the jammies you like most and hold me close
Now that we played each game and card
the swing was exhilarating I'll admit
the bubbles were a blast with much to see
the blank sheet and crayon made its way through
but nothing would be the same without my sleepover with you
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