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Husha husha we all fall down
Gonna take you back a few years
Everything was exciting and new
Memories we all hold so dear
First time riding a two wheel bike
Mom thought we'd break a leg
Climbing aboard some floating ice
Painting some Easter eggs
Our first encounter with puppy love
That pretty young thing next door
Sudden she's not just one of the guys
Feelings never felt before
An interview for our very first job
Nervous with hair all slicked down
Catching two people in the stock room
Passionately messing around
These things we all remember
With fondness and tears in our eyes
So sad we have to leave them behind
These feelings you just can't buy
Husha husha we all fall down
These memories are so bittersweet
They help us through the tough times
Making our lives complete!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Ring-a ring-a rosies
A pocket full of posies
Husha Husha
We all fall down.
The rhyme originated from the plague in London in 1665. The red rings on the skin were the first sign of the plague. The posies were the herbs and spices carried by people because they thought the disease was carried in the smell. The last part was when the person died. The rhyme continued to be used referencing small pox outbreaks, long after the Great Fire of London in 1666 burnt out the spread of plague.
puppy love
baby, look at the skyline
puffs of clouds dancing with the sun
so beautiful
baby, look at the treeline's undergrowth
grasses sprawling with daffodils
so beautiful
baby, I look no further, I look at your lines
a porcelain doll with chocolate eyes
you are by far the most beautiful, my dear,
... by far
baby, I put mom's notes down
... my hands sweating
... and pause, frozen in time
heartstrings and butterflies in frenzy
I look nervously in your brown chocolate eyes
"Baby would you like to go to the prom with me?"
connie pachecho
3/30/17
for fun
My very first love was Janice Valentine
Way back when I was in Grade One
The year was 1941 two years into World War II
Strangely, an exciting time for us guys
We had heroes marching off to war
Too young to understand what it was all about
Seemed like a kind of a game of “us versus them”
Unaware that real people were actually dying
My head was in a whirl when someone told me
Janice loves me and thinks I'm cute
I could hardly contain myself
Lost my appetite, couldn't sleep, blew my little mind
But if I really stop and think about it
My first serious crush was at the age of thirteen
Strangely enough, couldn't eat or sleep then either
Except instead of puppy love, this was REAL love
My loins were screaming naughty things to me
I had this strange new urge
Let's just say, I was attracted to this lassie
Except for what I thought was some lurid love making
Never really amounted to anything more than groping
Then at age fifteen I met HER!!!
A very promiscuous young girlie
Who took me to a place I'd never been before
Her name was Mary but she surely was no saint
The memory of those first encounters
Are indelibly etched in my psyche
They say you never forget that first incredible encounter
In my case that is most assuredly true
Oh to relive those youthful days of discovery!
© Jack Ellison 2014
When the old couple sees anyone hugging a puppy
they thank their lucky star above…
for they know there is nothing more innocent
more beautiful
more uncomplicated
than a little puppy love.
You see they fell in love as children…
people said it wouldn’t last
they told them they were mistaking love for friendship…
and in time their ‘love’ would pass.
They were still in love while together in school…
people said it wouldn’t last
"You’re mistaking real love for puppy love.” They said
“And puppy love won’t last.”
When they married and created a family
people stopped staying it wouldn’t last
Still, they knew to cherish every moment together as the years flew by so fast.
Their children are all grown now…
many grandchildren they’ve amassed
and they smile every time they kiss..
remembering how people told them it wouldn’t last.
Which is why they smile every time they see someone hugging a puppy
and thank their lucky star above…
for they know how long lasting
how enchanting a life can be…
that begins with puppy love.
They understood early how surprising
how wonderful
how extraordinary life could be….
and, looking back at their years together…
they know the puppy would agree.
Ask is love blind, or deaf or dumb, still kind.
At eleven, what hypnotizes me -
Imagining perfect, like braids entwined,
His eyes always on mine; and all is glee.
Wide smile on screen, his star-studded jumpsuit.
Sings puppy love, in midst of brothers, cool.
He is all mine, I think - he is so cute.
Alas, I must look to those in my school.
Dream-talk things out in a gentle manner.
Godmothers are real at this juncture.
Our children fly harmonious banner.
Can’t foresee a fairy-balloon puncture.
My gaga-ness sits well - can’t wait for date.
The cuckoo clock strikes knot - open the gate.
The cuckoo clock strikes knot - open the gate.
Whee…here’s reality…he’s hopping mad.
There’s making love…then each other frustrate.
With seasonal beginnings like nomad.
Throw kids in mix, tantrums of grown adults
Who wipes behind - changes diapers; and mind.
Answer: I consult God with good results.
I listen intently, lean into find
That nothing’s perfect all the time, but love
Is the kindling, bittersweet fire, sublime.
We can smile now as kids kick out and shove.
We work as one unit - we’re at our prime.
Why are beginnings called going steady?
Prepared for what life brings? Are we ready?
Prepared for what life brings? Are we ready?
Looking around, at emptiness, I see
Our empty nest - kids have left already?
At sea, we lose our minds on a cruise spree.
Small time later, our knee-decks creak, languish.
And side to side, we’re off balance - at sea.
Can’t find the shore, went overboard. Anguish
About future of aged, of you and me.
Mom’s eyes sealed shut, we had to say so long.
My dad kisses her lips, holds wedding rings.
My mother had cancer but she was strong.
Looking at my husband- the gifts life brings…
Rejoicing when in dark closed room, confined -
Ask is love blind, or deaf or dumb, still kind.
The one that got away will forever remain a mystery.
And any thing said about it will forever remain a theory.
We met at a very young age, perhaps the age when love
Was considered 'puppy love'. We lived in different states,
Some 75 miles apart which always kept the relationship
Rather loose.
From about the age of 12 until my late teens, I always desired for the relationship to go forward. However, I later had serious doubts which were
confirmed by her not wanting a future with me. Chances are great that any lasting connection was really never meant to be, like a willow will never be an oak tree.
The party in question was one among at least ten or twelve.
The one that got away got buried in the deep portal of my heart.
So deep in fact that there was never any thought of resurfacing
After the disconnect. From around 1968 to 1970, the possibility
For reconnecting was there, but it never reached the level of probability.
Although my heart longed for what I thought would be a match made
In heaven, there was another who arrived in 1970 that replaced everything
I thought should have been and became far more than the one who got
Away. So in a sense, it died on the vine for lack of emotional norishment,
never realigning with me which is the way it was meant to be. From my mid
Teen years, I always have felt that I was pursuing something far bigger than myself, and I was determined to never allow anything or anyone to interrupt what and whom God had purposed for me.
I am happy and content with the one I have been married to for 48 years
That did not get away.
070220PSCtest, The One That Got Away, Silent One
As the autumn of my life approaches, a bit of memory fades,
But I still recall very special times from my primary grades.
We did things then now considered politically incorrect,
Enjoying Valentine and Halloween parties - no one did object!
The Valentine party was the social event of the school year.
Kids secretly expressed affection for that very special dear.
They deposited their cards in a box covered with colorful crepe;
Walls were decorated with hearts of every size and shape!
Someone scrawled on the blackboard, "We Love You Miss Ruth!"
And below were scribbled the names of her adoring youth.
Valentines cost two for a penny in those uncluttered days,
A cheap way to express puppy-love in such endearing ways!
As the cards were distributed, secret admirers gave a shy grin;
Boys received saccharine cards much to their chagrin!
Miss Ruth served cookies, popcorn and chocolate milk,
And heart-shaped candies saying "Love" or something of that ilk!
Miss Ruth gave a special hug to every girl and boy.
Her love and care topped off a day of delightful joy!
I fear that the children today may never again enjoy,
The simple pleasures I knew that today, some vow to destroy.
Now I wonder if in this day and age where anything goes,
If children are even permitted their affection to disclose?
Or have the politically correct creeps decreed it ain't okay,
For kids to celebrate innocent love on Saint Valentines' day.
I have to look deep into your eyes
I have to make you see
What you haven't yet been able to find
I have to make you realize
As I have
That our love has with stood the test of time
Through the years it's been the love
You showed me that in the end left me aching for more than what I had
The way you could say hello and made me feel like my world was not all so bad
The way you looked at me
Our loved ones weren't blind the could see
The feelings we had for each other
What we felt
The way you held me in your arms
Always made me melt
The way you'd kiss my lips
So soft and tender
None could I resist
And yes I would surrender
The way you made me feel those nights
Either talking on the phone or laying by each others side
All was perfect everything so right
The way I felt when we said goodbye
I knew it was wrong
But I also knew I had to try to be strong
The way all this time we'd each thought from this we'd moved on
And it's true the past is what it is
And those moments are forever gone
I don't think either one of us however has completely moved on from a damn thing
This was more that teenage puppy love
It was surely more than a fling
Yes you are the only man
Who's always made my heart sing
Then there's the way
We are where we are today
No one wants to be alone or blue
But that's what I'll take if I can't be with you
Yes for so long now what we had together seemed to lose sight
But look into my eyes now
Do you see I'm standing before you
And for this love between us ready to fight
I still believe in all we had years before
I believe that now we can give each other more
You've opened and then locked behind you a door
Within there is my heart my soul
I gave it to you freely and so willingly
And today you still hold the key
You also still have the control
You never had to work hard to have it
It was meant to be that way
It was meant to fit
And it will never fray
You never had to try at all
You would just look deep into my eyes
Never was there a need between us to have to compromise
Somehow I guess you can say I've always known
Our love could never die but it has forever grown
"Hurry up!" yells Mom, "the hack is coming 'round the bend!"
Another torturous day of school, won't this agony ever end?
With a fried egg sandwich in my Roy Rogers box for lunch,
I climb aboard to join that gloomy and sullen bunch!
What a disgusting horde of waifs each morn I must face.
Unwashed mugs with bits of breakfast showing a little trace!
The bus reeked of fried eggs, oranges and other exotic things.
What an unkempt and uncultured mass of little human beings!
The only ray of sunshine in that long and wearisome ride,
Was when my puppy love asked me to sit down by her side.
The other highlight of the day was when we were homeward bound;
A more exuberant gaggle of kids on earth could not be found!
Mr. Frank had driven the same old bus for years and years,
But still ground steel as he double-clutched to change the gears.
When getting stuck in a three foot drift of snow,
He would rock to and fro in his seat to get the bus to go!
A special treat that made us kids so very happy and gay;
Mr. Frank gave us a bag of candy to savor on Christmas Day!
Long forgotten rides on trains and planes were quite a thrill,
But memories of school bus rides remain with me still!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Neither puppy love nor lust, each insists
in its imperfect play. Their hearts resist
both by clinging in its barbaric way.
Youth forgiven. The wolf begs her to stay.
But a commitment is made in marriage.
It is not found in a baby carriage.
What do we know of love - it’s not first sight.
It is the highs and lows - bond holds on tight.
Love’s patient, kind, not selfish nor boastful.
It’s the making of memories - joyful.
To let go of bitterness’ a decision.
Poof like magic, the wrongs are forgiven.
Black and blues, the stumbles and falls, gets up
on the horse - believers climb to the top.
~
Now what of those years, of the worse decrease?
Does the sorrow make the better cerise?
Does the white-gowned wife, handsome groom resume
as if the bond is pruned, roses in bloom?
Yes, the rivulets of tears reverent.
The jubilee melody resonant.
When love is stirred with sugar and nettles,
sorrow’d years melt. Felicitous petals
land on silver hair and wrinkles. O God!
Yes, three cords complete and restore the flawed.
Love protects, hopes, perseveres in trials.
The truth of a lifetime's years in their smiles.
Shakespeare regales Summer’s hot gaze, short days.
Yet love stoked in the Winter’s hearth - O blaze!
1/30/2021
What Is Love
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Hybronnet is similar to a sonnet, can have a variable rhyme scheme,
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