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Let's talk
Amazing conversation
Look what we creating
We creating memories
Memory lane
The way you make me feel
I won't complain
You make me feel special
Safe and secure
You make me feel so sure
Sure of myself , sure of us
Boy you still make me blush
You make me feel
Like this is real
You make me see
A future with you and me
Phone calls, a simple text
Wonder what happens next
A date or an outing
Boy I'm not doubting
I'm amazed at what you do
You pick out the little things to
That's a plus
You understand
That you want me to be your girl and I want you to be my man
Like the Zapp band
A huge fan
Biggest supporter
Helping you through any water
I hope that you can see
What you truly do to me
You make me feel
Like this is real
You make me see
A future with you and me
I feel good
I feel safe
I feel like these feeling can't be erased
You make me feel
Like this is real
You make me see
A future with you and me
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
12/08/2021
Turn around! Turn around!
In perpetual spin memories abound.
One gown, long to the ground.
Antique white - quite profound.
A mother’s right to sow seeds.
A holy Father’s to yank weeds.
Snowbound virginal waist.
No legs, the hem was chaste.
Turn around! Turn around!
In perpetual spin memories abound.
Took the dress out for a formal spin.
Line dances would break her in.
Innocence with natural beige and blush.
Looks like a bride; there is no rush.
A mother’s right to sow seeds.
A holy Father’s to yank weeds.
Thrice used for the thrifty -
sceptical mightn’t find nifty.
One gown, long to the ground.
Antique white - quite profound.
She, the dress, looks like a bride -
the prom goer would confide.
Turn around! Turn around!
In perpetual spin memories abound.
The cake topper would be baby’s breath.
A mother would provide before its death.
The death of the gown buried in drawer,
found and tried on at least once more.
In secret, her daughter found and dressed.
Who knows if she was impressed -
however looking forward, she’d pick out
her very own ankle-covered knockout.
One gown, long to the ground.
Antique white - quite profound.
Only today, I discovered similarities -
a mother’s and daughter’s peculiarities.
Turn around! Turn around!
In perpetual spin memories abound.
5/17/2023
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Have you ever read a book to your child, back when they were young and more carefree?
They pick out a book, brings it to you, then climb up on your knee.
With your arms outstretched holding the book you and your child feel safe and warm…and you realize at that moment a perfect circle has been formed.
Your arms forming a circle with your child in the center.
A circle so intimate that for a short time…no one else can enter.
I hope we’ve all been blessed to be the center of a circle just like this…which usually ends with a sigh or a smile...perhaps a little kiss.
Soon that child gets too big for our knee as they grow into a woman or a man…and so we find ourselves searching for perfect circles where and when we can.
There are moments around the dinner table when you smile because you’re aware…as you scan from face to face to face…that the perfect circle is right there.
There are moments around a campfire where laughter is the norm…while kneeling down toasting a marshmallow you feel the warmth of that circle form.
You find these circles in instants…the fun is never knowing where they might be…when they’ll be captured by your heart and imprinted in your memory.
We hope our children and grandchildren remember when they sat upon our knee
We hope the circles we form extend out…like ripples on the sea
For, that is the beauty of the circles we create amidst our family and friends…once formed, that circle is unbreakable...
because a circle never ends.
Adventures by Need
I go to see my son today,
It is a good day.
My heart is happy, truly.
I wash my face, brush my teeth,
and pick out a funny shirt.
Kick butt boots, or fast tennis shoes?
Always the decision…!
I stop at the door and look in the mirror…
I am as ready, as I ever am.
The clock on the wall, by the image looking back,
reads; “it is not yet time to go.”
I put my purse back down,
and try not to frown.
From there I head to the kitchen.
I start with a handful of chores.
The cabinets, the tables,
the drawers, and the floors…
When was the last time, I wiped down the doors?
The living room, the bedroom, the bathroom,
the closet, yet the clock reads only half-past…
The garage…?
Mow the grass? (too loud)
Weed the grass?
(Already done, would the neighbors care if I pulled theirs?
Sure, nothing odd about that at all…happens all the time in some places.
Especially where God keeps mothers busy and never lets them cry.)
Finally, the sun rises, and I can go.
My heart is aflutter and I just don’t know.
Praying for a good day, yes that is my prayer.
Thank you, Lord regardless,
for getting me there.
Oops!
In our backyard five apple trees abide - harvest of red, yellow, green fruit our pride
Bushels of fruit overflow from their baskets - looks like nature this year blew a gasket.
Way too many apples for us to eat - now time to share of our ripe apples sweet
So with our neighbors we’ll divvy these treats - for lunches, pies, snacks and midmorning feasts.
Just a month later - just enough for a pie a Sunday night treat as cold raindrops fly
Measure the spices then roll out the crust - bake in the oven - dessert just for us!
Oops! Tripled the flour! Now I lament - :o - as we pick out baked apples from flour cement!
True story! Instead of 3/4c of sugar I added ¾ c of flour! At least we salvaged the apples. My boys have never let me forget this gastronomic disaster! A true lesson in humility!
11-24-20
Contest: Make Me Laugh with Some Humor
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Of course,I read the manual.
Who hasn't?
Words,nothing but words
Until it happens
And then it is burned,branded and imprinted
Graphically and indelibly
Into your brain.
Sleep brings the nightmare alive
Again and again
You witness it over and over
In all its starkness
There's no escape,no way out
You can't stop the bloody train in time
All you can do is spectate
An unwilling and helpless participant
By the time your eyes pick out
The figure poised on the parapet
Vulture like
You are at the point of no return
Slam on the brakes
Jolt the passengers awake
The body in crucifixion mode
Glances off the cabin glass
Pupils dilated and inward looking
Staring within
You stand frozen
Unable to avert your gaze
And then time stands still
Journey and jobs disrupted
Until the gruesome recovery
Is complete
But that frozen snapshot
Haunts my memory
Flashing up
When least expected
My albatross
Seared into my mind
Spitefully roosting
And beyond oblivion
Torturing my soul
And draining
My will to live.
We love all that death touches
And so maybe we love in halves
We give and yet hold back
Because when we hurt
We fear the ash, our fire might become
The air that will scatter it
The wind swallowing it, erasing it
When we smile, we do it slight
Let’s not tempt fate
Into making it harder
The past is buried, forgotten
Not forgiven
We muse and then carry guilt
Over dreams squashed by our tiny feet
No one pushed us to do
And so maybe we did it because of them
we hold our heart into cages
of glass and iron
we peep outside and wish for freedom
then close the doors
don’t look back
we act selfless to hide our desires
kill a little of ourselves
to make it look more polished
where others grin at mirrors,
we pick out flaws
we want to love all that death touches
but ourselves and our hearts.
come let the Father speak His heart
In our minds
through our eyes
He sings melodies springs
past participle chose more alternatives;
Select offend means to
pick;
pick out sometimes means stand out
opt for means to wait;
plump for is gained weight;
go for means to go git it;
take may mean to steal it;
settle on means to accept
fix on means unbroken
vote for
single out get those men out of the Senate and Congress;
handpick means picking tomatoes and corn
set;
designate army buglers … hun!!!
determine, specify, appoint' name
nominate isn’t voting;
adopt doesn’t mean gathered family carriaged;
espouse doesn’t always mean marriage;
pitch on GET rich on
9/19/23
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Time’s up
mind’s plucked
watch me cave in
rhymes suck
my luck
hair’s wearing thin
corrupt
destruct
stops me thinking
clocks stuck
bell struck
sound silencing
Now I told you the minds plucked
first line look
write the hook
tip top tin pot I’m all shook up
lips lock can’t talk words in a book
flip flop fell off feet feel the muck
this rhyme of mine now starts to cook
Grapes with stems and apples with pips in
baking tin's hot for mashing cakes in
microwaves hum the smells you’re craving
visual treat the way this laying
succulent senses smells utensils
music playing instrumentals
banana berries you see genitals
banana cock with very berry balls
admittedly imagery imaginary calamity
the title says forced not fabulously
perspective talent I have or haven't
clear to see or transparent
a fight night fight knight fights fight knights
fighting fighters fighting fights
right through the night 'til early light
it's quite a sight when fight knights fighting
fight knights fighting fighters fighting fights fight all night
forced but great
cook or bake
walnuts cakes
waste of space
pick out of place
left on plates
cake fills waist
rhyme overrates
I say it straight
this page you save
bookmark cook shart
favourites hook hearts
great hits honk large
grey bits bonk hard
you think I'm
bonkers
more like plonkers pond cars boats
random words I just float
flash dance
gash glance
entrance
splash pants
drains fast
seepage
expands
stains grand
up set
get set
marks
won’t go
on show
all know
ball bag blow
fool go home
rhyme it like you're mental
do it with pen not pencil
don't rub it out write it again
I know a penguin poet called Gwen
no go again mean this poem's a gem
Time’s up mind’s plucked watch me cave in
rhymes suck my luck hair’s wearing thin
corrupt destruct stops my thinking
and no I haven't been foster drinking
There are a real lovely bunch
so friendly and encouraging too
it's a joy to be their friends
they're so welcoming real brand new
It's great to be counted with them
yes it's the poetrysoup.com crew
they really are true gems
as well as writing quite a few
Don't want to pick out any specially
that wouldn't be really fair
want to keep them all humble
so they're not up in the air
As well as being friends
they're so poetic with real rhyme
writing which takes you to the heights
inspiration indeed really sublime
So finally I thank you all
for providing such great friendship
may it last for all our days
making this an endless trip