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Primping, grooming, looking good
Like you knew you always should
Without hurtful burns and bruises
You received from all the losers
With forceful hands and anger issues
All your tears flowed into tissues
Until you heard a caring voice
Saying that you have a choice
To be happy and get free
From all the hurt and misery
Every day that had occurred
And the heartbreak that you endured
Would go away with just one touch
Never leaving you in such
A dark and torturous place
Smiles will light up your face
If you just give me a chance
To prove how precious a romance
Can make a difference from before
Your heart will always be secure
My hands will only be
Used for holding you closely
Surrounding you with so much hope
And whenever you can't cope
With dark memories of the past
I'll be there quick as a flash
You'll be cared for and adored
My only mission's to assure
The daily black and blue you wear
Are the ribbons in your hair
Matching the red in your skirt
Not from burns that made you hurt
Darling look into my heart
So you can make a brand new start
romance category
Robin Davis
‘Let me help you’ I heard a voice say,
From a sweet little old man as he walked my way.
I was twice his size, my bags weighed a ton,
But he came and took them and carried them some.
‘Thank you, you are so kind.’ I said to him
As he placed my bags down with a shy little grin.
‘No thank you for letting me help you, there’s not many that would
but you let me help you, and now I feel good.
I still like to feel useful, and like any man I am still vain,
My pride would be shredded, my heart would feel pain
I looked at this little man, while I popped the hood
He looked so happy, that he made me feel so good.
I returned home the shopping now all completed
Unloading my car I was nearly defeated.
There seemed to be lots more now I had reached home
And I had to stop for a moment to answer my phone.
As quick as a flash someone hit me hard
He pushed me aside and I fell in the yard.
He jumped in the car and drove off really mad.
I never thought I could feel quite this bad.
Order restored things back to normal
I pondered my day with the policeman quite formal.
It looks like there is a spate of this, in this road.
I am sorry that you have had to carry this load.
At least you don’t see life as a fairytale book,
But there is beauty in this world if you know where to look.
I locked eyes with this Adonis in uniform, as he winked at me,
He said in my job the ugly side of life, is what I see.
Think back to this morning to your happier mood
You made an old man happy and that is all for the good.
You are made sad by your loss and I know that’s bad.
But worse could have happened so don’t feel so sad.
Life can be hard but listen to me.
Theers just as much good in it as bad and ug – ly.
Please don’t feel sad this did not happen to me
But someone I know in another county.
It happened almost as you read it here
They are well and ok now and have got over the fear
All cats like fish as we all know,
But Smokey just loved it,
It made quite a show.
My dad went fishing most every week,
And Smokey would wait,
By the door for his treat.
Dad always saved Smokey a nice big fish,
But Smokey kept begging,
To refill his dish.
One day Dad asked him,"How much can you eat?"
And gave him another,
Just for a treat.
Soon it was gone and the cat was back,
Begging and pleading,
For the fish in Dad's sack.
Time and again he gave him another,
And finally asked Mom,
"Has he got a brother?"
"Am I feeding two cats? Where does he put it?
I can't give him more.
He'll make himself sick."
So Daddy refused after five or six fish,
And Smokey decided,
To fill his own dish.
While Dad was busy, quick as a flash,
He snatched up a filet,
And made a mad dash;
But Daddy was quick as the cat it would seem,
And grabbed back the fish,
And the cat made a scream.
'Round and around each tugged at his end,
Till at last that poor fish,
In the middle was rend.
The cat ran away with a piece in his mouth,
To hide with his fish,
Somewhere in the house.
Dad had great fun retelling this tale,
Of the great tug of war,
With the cat and fish tail.
Grandpa had so many folks and things he cared for;
God's Creation, his family, nation and very much more.
I sorta thought I was special to him, the apple of his eye,
Showering love on me of which he had and abundant supply!
One of his dear possessions in which he took special pride,
Was given to him by Grandma when he took her as his bride.
A handsome railroad pocket watch is was, a Waltham by name,
Exquisitely encased in gold with ornate etching 'round its frame.
Grandpa was always clad in a stylish suit and vest,
With an elegant gold chain and fob draped across his chest.
Asked the time, with a twinkle in his eye and practiced panache,
He'd produce his watch and tell you the time as quick as a flash!
His daily routine was ruled by the watch and it would never fail,
If his meals weren't on time, at Grandma he'd rail!
He'd look at his watch and say, "It's time for my afternoon nap,"
And he'd invite me to join him on his comforting lap!
Grandpa cherished that old watch - it was wound only by him,
But time passed on, he grew frail, his eyes grew dim.
He called me aside one day saying, "This watch is yours my lad.
Pass it to your son and tell him it's from his Great Grandad."
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Sitting on my couch TV on
Nothing on, don’t even care
I take a drink of water
I am now grasping for air
Run to my wife hands to my throat
Fear in my eyes, what do I do
She sits me down, calls 911
Quick as a flash I’m in ICU
Pneumonia is what they say I had
The water pushed phlegm to my lungs
My throat got blocked
The results were bad
The room across the hall
His light turns blue
Nurses and Drs run to his side
Damn, this could have been you
The scene goes quiet, not even a sound
The Drs and nurses standing around
Once again I am faced with the question
Why does GOD keep me around
The first two limericks I posted the other day but Sara Kendrick requested that I write a sequel so added four more, I've included the two from the other day should you wish to read it in its entirety.
Bank robber Jim was one unlucky bloke
Went to draw his gun but the holster broke
It dropped on the bank floor
And went off with a roar
The shock was too much and he had a stroke...
Though he was unconscious he hadn't died
Woke in a coffin for his final ride
In a desparate bid
Banged on the coffin lid
But all he could hear was laughing outside...
Written on 17th June 2021
Then someone shouted can you hear banging
It was quite faint because folks were singing
The sheriff prised off the lid
And he was so glad he did
Because he thought we'll have us a hanging...
Jim didn't know whether to laugh or cry
Resigned himself to the fact that he'd die
Saw sheriff holding a rope
Realised there was no hope
And for unlucky Jim the end was nigh...
He was taken to the gallows in town
Handcuffed and wearing nothing but a frown
Jim was then starting to choke
But with the drop the rope broke
The crowd screamed as poor Jim came tumbling down..
Unlucky Jim jumped up quick as a flash
As he passed the bank ran in and grabbed cash
He stole the first horse he saw
Then let out a loud yee haw
And for sweet freedom he made a quick dash...
Written 19th June 2021
How often does your childhood memories
Haunt you? Deep asleep?
When you awake at dawn? Halfway through
The Rubicon of your daydreams?
In the thick of solitude, or just when
You wax nostalgic with your folks?
Do you hold happy ones so dear you wish to
Turn back the hands of time and relive them?
Do you remember them vividly
Or do they clog your memory like a fog?
How long do they fade into oblivion
Before they spring back again like a boomerang?
Do they keep lingering and floating
In your mind like a cloud, or do they
Steal away as quick as a flash of lightning?
Do the unpleasant ones stick to
Your mind like metal sticks to magnet
Or do they escape like grains of sand do
When squeezed tightly under a clenched fist?
Date written and posted: 01/18/2018
With Apologies to Keebler
I bit into a cookie, or so I thought
Of the homemade kind, not store bought
Too many nuts for me
Worthless, you'd agree
Tasteless crumbs that would leave you fraught
Tossed into the garbage and bagged as trash
They jumped back up at me, quick as a flash
Brazen balls of dough
Tried to strike a blow
Angered, their teeth were grinding in a gnash
Cookies on computers should be deleted
A worthless recipe should not be repeated
Ingredients should be sweet
For a delicious little treat
Burned are cookies in an oven over heated
The moral to this story, so I've been told
"Don't eat cookies of a chef uncontrolled"
Bake a batch yourself
Don't trust the little elf
Whose cookies aren't good enough to be sold
All cats love fish as we all know,
But Smokey just loved it,
It made quite a show.
My dad went fishing most every week,
And Smokey would wait,
By the door for his treat.
Dad always saved Smokey a nice big fish,
But Smokey kept begging,
To refill his dish.
One day Dad asked him ,"How much can you eat?"
And gave him another,
Just for a treat.
Soon it was gone and the cat was back,
Begging and pleading,
For the fish in Dad's sack.
Time and again Dad gave him another,
And finally asked Mom,
"Has he got a brother?"
"Am I feeding two cats? Where does he put it?
I can't give him more,
He'll make himself sick."
So Daddy refused after five or six fish,
And Smokey decided,
To fill his own dish.
While Dad was busy, quick as a flash,
He snatched up a filet,
And made a mad dash;
But Daddy was quick as the cat it would seem,
And grabbed back the fish,
As the cat made a scream.
Round and around each tugged at his end,
Till at last that poor fish,
In the middle was rend.
The cat ran away with a piece in his mouth,
To hide with his fish,
Somewhere in the house.
Dad had great fun retelling this tale,
Of the great tug of war,
With the cat and fish tail.
HOW MUCH FISH CAN SMOKEY EAT
All cats like fish as we all know,
But Smokey just loved it,
It made quite a show.
My dad went fishing most every week,
And Smokey would wait,
By the door for his treat.
Dad always saved Smokey a nice big fish,
But Smokey kept begging,
To refill his dish.
One day Dad asked him,"How much can you eat?"
And gave him another,
Just for a treat.
Soon it was gone and the cat was back,
Begging and pleading,
For the fish in Dad's sack.
Time and again Dad gave him another,
And finally asked Mom,
"Has he got a brother?"
"Am I feeding two cats? Where does he put it?
I can't give him more,
He'll make himself sick!"
So Daddy refused after five or six fish,
And Smokey decided,
To fill his own dish.
While Dad was busy, quick as a flash,
He snatched up a filet,
And made a mad dash;
But Daddy was quick as the cat it would seem,
And grabbed back the fish,
As the cat made a scream.
Round and around each tugged at his end,
Till at last that poor fish,
In the middle was rend.
The cat ran away with a piece in his mouth,
To hide with his fish,
Somewhere in the house.
Dad had great fun retelling this tale,
Of the great tug of war,
With the cat and fish tail.
Judy Ball
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