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It was amazing
When we first met
Sort of like Romeo and Juliet
But I was quickly
Able to see
What she had in store
First the pictures in my man cave
We're taken down
And then thrown away
But the last draw
Was when she took
My deer off the wall
I told her...
Much like a used car
You know the one that's neglected
And driven too hard
I should have told you
I only come as is
I'm a lot, set in my ways
I may be new to you
But I've seen better days
So don't try to change me
I only come as is
She looked at me in complete disgust
To be honest man
She almost cussed
Then she said, fine
I guess you can keep it up
Just know that I
Think it's dumb
Like your camoflague and all you guns
What do you need em for
Don't you think you could sell some
I told her...
Much like a used car
You know the one that's neglected
And driven too hard
I should have told you
I only come as is
I'm a lot, set in my ways
I may be new to you
But I've seen better days
So don't try to change me
I only come as is
Then about an hour or so
I see a note on a pile of clothes
It's says you haven't
Worn this shirt in a while
Now I'll admit I'm no Ralph Lauren
But flannel goes with all my pants
And besides that
It never goes out of style
I think it's time that I
Trade her in
Her bodies great but in her defense
She's as used as me
So I guess
I got her as is
I now know why her x
Did what he did
In 1755 a British army medical surgeon Richard Shuckburgh, while campaigning in
Rensselaer New York, penned the nursery rhyme Yankee Doodle. This was used to mock
the Colonists by the British soldiers, with whom they served in the seven years French and
Indian war.
The word Yankee was of Dutch origin, meaning a simpleton, Doodle
from low German a country hick, and dandy a middle - class man impersonating the
British aristocracy, who with the fashion of the day would wear a macaroni. This was an
elaborate wig embellished with ornate decorations. Also speaking in an effeminate
manner.
After the seven years American war, the British Crown, who now controlled the thirteen
States from New Hampshire in the North to Georgia in the South, increased taxes on the
Colonists, to pay their fair share of the war. On July the fourth 1776 the Continental
Congress declared independence from Great Britain, resulting in many battles and
skirmishes. The words and tune of Yankee Doodle which was once an insult, became a
song of pride, used to taunt the much vaunted power of the British army. After the British
surrendered to the Colonists and the French, many verses were added extolling the
struggles to achieve their ultimate victory. It is sung patriotically in the United States
today, and is the state anthem of Connecticut.
Yankee Doodle went to town
A- riding on a pony,
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it macaroni.
( chorus )
Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle Dandy,
Mind the music and the step
And with th girls be handy.
Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding.
( chorus )
Motivation
(Verse 1)
You can do it
Yes you can
You can be apart
Of the plan
The plan to make it better
The plan to overcome
The Plan to be a product of where you come from
The plan to recreate
correct your mistakes(mistakes)
The plan to make moves
You can do it if you choose
no need for hesitation
Become your own motivation
(Chorus)
Motivation is all you need
A little push to succeed
You can do it , you can win
it all starts within
Motivation is not just a word
Put in hard work
Its well deserved
we are the best of creations
Keep it up,don't give up
Thats motivation
(Verse 2)
Keep pushing
Keep striving
We all gifts
So stop hiding
God gave it to you
it's up to you
what you do with it
Do you sit and get stuck
Take anything for a buck
Do you keep giving up
Or do you stop making excuses
Do you grab hold of yourself?
Do you depend on everyone else?
Do you keep on hesitating?
or do you keep on waiting ?
Find it out the clue
That should be motivation to you
Chorus)
Motivation is all you need
A little push to succeed
You can do it , you can win
it all starts within
Motivation is not just a word
Put in hard work
Its well deserved
we are the best of creations
Keep it up,don't give up
Thats motivation
Hook
This song is for you
I can do it,So can you
Motivate yourself everyday
can't be so quick to listen to what others say
This song is for you
I can do it,so can you
motivate yourself everyday
cant be so quick to listen to what others say
Chorus)
Motivation is all you need
A little push to succeed
You can do it , you can win
it all starts within
Motivation is not just a word
Put in hard work
Its well deserved
we are the best of creations
Keep it up,don't give up
Thats motivation
Repeat Until Chorus Fades
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
7/22/2018
One pretty simple thing to do -
To build the ground for the two:
A woman’s scent, a male’s look,
And here’s a cover for the book!
In Romeo Juliet tragic twist
Sad tears be shed, classics insist.
Gone with the wind, sorrowful reads
Replaced by fast impromptu needs.
These days romantic love gets tough
With cash, prenuptials and stuff.
What comes along the mutual love,
Comes down to all split in half.
Romantic comedy will bring
A few good laughs to a new fling,
Keep on reading to discover
Fifty ways to dump your lover.
New sublime trend of nowadays
Tackled in fifty ways of Greys.
It depicts shady hue of loves,
Where spanking dominates, in cuffs.
Co-workers’ passionate romance
Is doomed without a second chance.
The two get laid, the boss decides,
Which of the two has to resign.
Teens’ making out: do not disturb!
Light by the dash board looks superb,
By dusk her daddy’s curfew chimes!
By far not till the end of times.
Two middle-aged equipped with wit
Are using toys to flavor it.
In case of technical mishap
A magic pill shall keep it up.
Now married couple’s vicious spell -
Kids, chores, career, what the hell!
No sex life, just plain intercourse,
And not so regular of course.
November 23, 2020
**********Concluding my Devils Holiday series.....**********
Moonlight?
Why only the moonlight?
I can withstand the sun, I can mingle with
my cattle, play their best friend.
Shred their hopes, their families dreams
of success..
Moonlight?
Why only the moonlight?
I must get my fill, do nothing but feast
during the dull, empty darkness.
Draw out my prey. Because I cannot enter,
unwanted..
Moonlight?
Why only the moonlight?
This curse, yes I mean curse
is not for what I intended.
Was I recommended?
I don't want this, remove this
I don't want this curse.
Who is that talking?
Shut up!!
A voice, low, is sternly worried.
Sounds like tears with a sniffle,
rippling through my answers
quieting this monster
inside....
Who is that talking?
Keep it up!!
I feel normal again,
I think my curse is lifted.
Flat teeth, no K9 vampirism
death dealer negativity
draining my will to live
No blood stained memories
I think this curse is lifted.
I really think th--------------
Sweat drenched pillows,
piss stained sheets.
There she was, my angel.
Staring at me..
It was a dream, I think..
Was it a dream?
What did it mean
I still see the images of all that were slain
My angel seems different
I smell my desire
flowing through her veins.....
8/18/09......Jared Pickett.......:JP}
To be honest, I -
I don't wanna live right now...
I'm too shy, won't lie
What time is it, hm?
Oh it's time to sleep...wait up...
What day is it, hm?
My mem'ry blurz...banned...
65 wondrin' wonderz
Where have you been, man?!
65 cans I -
I kick up in the air...hm...
Keep it down a hair
56 cans I -
I kick down in the ground...hm...
Keep it up a hair
Hush, monsters inside...
Despair hurts...so, truth or dare...
Demons and angels...
Subside from my side
Sh! Silence is bliss, yo...bro?
Do me a favor...
I'm sorry...I guess...
I'm untrustworthy...yes...I'm...
A mess to be frank
Here's to those who
Don't get the kudos they deserve:
Perhaps you're too humble,
To tuck panegyrics into your pockets,
But you're rare diamonds unharvested.
Every single one of you!
Though buried gems, you aren't invisible.
Let me repeat this, none of you are invisible.
You need not fret about due credits unreceived
Though deaf to rounds of applause and cheers
For jobs well done, people take notice
And celebrate your talents.
People praise your good deeds
And document your accomplishments.
Yes, indeed, people know you exist.
Your painstakingly crafted masterpieces
That slipped through the cracks?
Someone found it, and so did I.
I'm not blind to your artistry.
All the good that you do
To make a difference in this vale of tears,
Someone is paying attention.
Most of the world is too deeply asleep
To watch you shine in the twilight sky,
But there are those aware that you're up above;
Shine on! Shine on, bright stars.
Your names will never become asterisks
In the treasured book of memories.
You'll remain unforgettable.
Poets,
Mentors,
Teachers,
Volunteers;
All unsung heroes out there
That doesn't get enough kudos,
Here's a trophy from me.
Thanks for all you do, and keep it up!
Date written: 10/20/2022
He flew in from the east not ominous by itself, I will abide.
however, our fierce opponents in battle were terrified.
They had heard of the crow oldster, spread by my brothers.
His wing span was twenty-four feet they lied to others.
Screaming was heard from our enemy’s camp when he appeared.
“It is the crow oldster!” Many abandoned their army, so a ’feared.
Grandpa crow thought this was hilarious and threw out a loud caw.
Some of the ones going AWOL did not stop until they got to Omaha.
As leader of the red army, I was delighted to see this old fellow.
With his strut, his wiggle, his giggle, and his eyes full of yellow.
You are doing this right, I assured him, please keep it up.
He winked at me and took a swig from his corn whiskey cup.
“Crow Oldster!” we heard them yell out all night long.
Many of them were incorporating his rep into a new song.
I paid the crow and he flew back to the east through light showers.
We defeated what was left of their army in a couple of hours.
I sat quietly and waited, making the noises he had come to know, calling him in his newly given name. His face would appear, cautiously calculating my intent, he would approach. The promise of food and gentle touch too much to deny. And so we did the “Little Prince’s” taming dance, each aware of the other and the possibility of betrayal.
cold eyes, empty heart
frost forming on life’s edges
winter’s numbing kiss
Our meetings continued, less cautious greetings, more welcome contact, minimal conversation. His coat was becoming more ragged in spite of attempts to keep it up, his gait slowing as our good-byes became short walks together. He could not leave his place, his home, even though it had left him – alone, to fend for himself.
hoarfrost in retreat
sunrise gently awakens
friendships warming blood
He withdrew – I would wait, quietly, whisper the name he had come to know, make the sounds that signaled “all clear”. I searched for him, stood silent and listened for his weakening call, shed tears in the cold rain of November. His last call, a feeble attempt at good-bye, led me to him. Alone, cold, hungry, he lay there, rolled his eyes as I cradled his cold and fading spirit. He shivered – and left.
winter’s cold cradle
ice encasing a friendship
a thawing of hearts
10/20/2015
submitted to – Creative Haibuns – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
" It doesn't matter "
It doesn't matter what color you are
Nor shape nor size
What matters is what deep in your heart
That gets you the prize
We're not judged by who we are
People judge by disguise
They don't bother to figure us out
They judge by the eyes
So many try to find fought in u
No matter how you try
Just lift your head up
And keep it up high
It doesn't matter what color you are
Nor shape nor size
What matters is what deep in your heart
That gets you the prize
Time to get it together
Let the past go
Get ready to receive your blessings
In overflow
Don't judge a book by its cover
It starts off just as a name
If we could start loving one another
My God won't complain
Stop downing one another
We all are the same
He doesn't love us by color or shape or size
He loves us unconditionally
We're unique in his eyes
It doesn't matter what color you are
Nor shape nor size
What matters is what's deep in your heart
That gets you the prize
By: Concetta Hardnett