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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!
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
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
I’ve got a flat tyre.
Congratulations, hope you’ll both be very happy.
Can you fix it?
Are you going to a fancy dress party?
I’m getting married, Sherlock.
Wow, kept that quiet, who’s the poor sod.
Nigel, and I’m in a bit of a rush, so if you don’t mind.
Leave it to me, that’s what us ex’s are for. You wearing a Basque under that dress.
Is that any of your business.
Just making the usual ex’s conversation, don’t lose the garter.
Yes, it is traditional, now can you get a move on.
Can’t get the wheel off, but not to worry I’ll drive you there, wherever there is.
It’s the registry office.
Okay jump in, where’s the honeymoon.
Skegness.
You’re joking, it’s freezing in Skeggy at this time of year.
His mum died there, so it’s a sort of goodbye.
So he’s a mummy’s boy then.
He’s not a mummy’s boy, it’s just a nice thing to do.
Do you want me to walk you down the aisle?
Why the hell would I want you to walk me down the aisle, plus, there isn’t an aisle.
Just the thing ex’s do for the one they love.
Don’t you start, just get me there?
Okay, but don’t cry when I start crying.
Piss off.
Four hours later, the phone rings.
Could you come and get me?
What do you mean come and get you, you’re married?
He’s brought his mum into the bedroom.
Well you did say he’s a mummy’s boy, so he carries her ashes about, think it as something old.
She isn’t in ash form.
Jesus, tell me he didn’t get her stuffed.
She isn’t dead.
This is brilliant, only you could get married into the Münster family, send me the photos, so I can show them to the guys down the pub.
You just get down here and pick me up, this is an emergency.
Oh! I don’t know, I’m sort of liking this marriage of yours, it’s slightly weird, but in a good way.
Do you want to see what I’m wearing under this dress?
That is blackmail, will mummy in law approve of this kind of talk.
Last time, do you want to see what I’m wearing.
Bombing up the motorway as we speak.
It's been a while. So, I thought I'd check in
Quiet and calm, the waters have been
Questioning a good thing, leave it to me
My world seems ok, how could that be
It feels un-natural, too good to be true
Waiting for it to fall, you know, the other shoe
Past experience has taught me all too well
There and back, a second home called hell
Tragedy after tragedy, loss after loss
I've survived, indeed, but what did it cost
The price has been paid. I have the receipt
Things I never ordered but forced to keep
A collection of scars, a trophy case of trauma
Self-destructive, paranoid skeptic, oh the drama
Peace, you see, it naturally comes and goes
I'm stuck somewhere in between, oh how it shows
An internal clock is always counting down
Ticking, until death rolls back around
Conspiracy theorist, I've mapped it all out
Patterns and timelines leave no doubt
A family curse or so it would seem
Generations destined, an echoed scream
I feel it in my bones, it's knocking on the door
Familiar, because well, it's all happened before
Stay focused. These chains, I have to break free
This time will be different, just wait and see
Cloaked in armor, hey it's now or never
This bond, this tie. Sword in hand. I sever.
Battle has commenced. Insane, it will drive her
An inside look at the thoughts of a survivor
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
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
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
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