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GRANDPA’S CHAIR
One day as we visited Grandpa and saw him sitting there
we thought it was probably the right time to buy him a new chair.
He’s sat in that one forever…when he moves around…it creaks
the cushions are uneven…and one arm rest is weak.
The stitching barely holds together…not much if it remains
and where Grandpa loves to lay his head…is permanently stained.
It’s time for a new one, we all thought, and we were so excited
knowing Grandpa was going to love it…knowing he would be delighted.
But it didn’t go quite as we expected…I guess our thinking was a little out of whack
because when he presented it to Grandpa…he said, “Thanks…but take it back.”
Then Grandpa smiled at the lot of us…and after letting out a sigh
sat back in his old chair and explained his reasons why.
This is the chair I was sitting in when you all first came to visit me.
This is where I held each one of you…where I bounced you on my knee.
This is where we watched TV together…where I put you on my lap
where after a day of playing whatever game you wanted…we’d sit down and take a nap.
This is where I’ve sat each Christmas watching the magic taking place
From here I’ve watched you all grow up…with a smile on my face
From here I’ve smiled at your grandma…and wondered how she found a way
as we have both grown older…to look more beautiful every day…
Grandpa went on for a long time…(as Grandpa often would)
and well before he finished…we all understood.
So the next day we sat his new chair by the road with gentleness and care…
FREE, the note read,
with one condition…
it must become a Grandpa chair.
From: Now That She's Alone
Story of a Man's Wanting
( the mention to play glissando
and to sing aria)
Do you know what to say
does it make you
wanna just walk away
seems it's clear to me
something more
obviously
maybe it's all in the song
those glaring melodies
something for ee
I swear it alluded me
Villainized by it's potential
scammed to be exploited
all in the attempt of bragging
such is easy for some
to ignore and
I sort feel
they wrote it like a song
maybe it's in the song
It's gotta be in the song
Stand dominates
it's all so complicated
sit down to see
the bright blue sky
the puffy pretty clouds
watch as they go by
when I stop my ponder
get my mind right
and understand
looking to my woman
reaching out to hold her hand
Keeping my lady Happy
Ya'll know I don't wanna be wrong
stop to read the lyric
Maybe it's in the song
Maybe it's in the song
Originally written in Italian
interputed into English)
He ate a Yankee Pastromi sandwich with
Russain dressing running down his cheeks.
Santa’s Little Skelf
Santa Clause is here again It`s almost Christmas day
But Santa has a problem he can’t sit on his sleigh.
Every time he sits down he jumps up from his seat
He`s been standing up so long he`s now got aching feet.
I think I`ll try a soft seat as he sits down on the couch
But just as Santa sat down he cried a mighty ouch.
He leaped so high he bumped his head when he felt the stinging pain
Poor Santa started to wonder if he`d ever sit down again.
Papa elf was worried about all the girls and boys
If Santa couldn`t ride his sleigh they won’t get any toys,
We’ve got to get to the bottom of this said Santa with a frown
I`m afraid I have no choice but to take my red breeks down.
There must be something sharp in the seat of Santa`s pants
Could it be a needle or a pair of angry Ants?
They searched them high and low and even turned them inside out
But they couldn’t find the object that made poor Santa shout.
Maybe I`ll buy some new ones as he sat down on the chair
Then a stinging pain went through his butt and he flew right through the air.
Then the elf had an idea as he stopped to think and pause
I know what the problem is but It`s a job for Mrs Clause.
So they put poor Santa to his bed and laid him on his tum
Then Mrs Clause got her magnifying glass to look at Santa`s bum.
Santa was feeling worried as he looked at Papa elf
Then with a shiny pair of tweezers she pulled out Santa`s skelf.
A tiny piece of timber that came from Santa`s sleigh
But at least I`ll get a seat now as I`ve been on my feet all day.
We will rub down Santa`s sleigh and get a plaster for his bum
Then fill his sack with presents and toys for everyone.
So sleep tight boys and girls as Santa`s on his way
It will take more than a little skelf to cancel Christmas day.
He`s flying through the night sky with a cushion for his bum
Ho Ho Ho and jingle bells merry Christmas everyone.
THE END
Christmas is over and I'm all alone.
The house is now quiet and I lie prone,
Remembering the merriment, the gladness and cheer,
And the wonderful feeling of having them here.
The Christmas tree twinkles by the window so bright.
In this quiet room it's the only light.
There it will stand until New Year's Day,
When I take it all down and put it away.
Then I'll clean the house from one end to the other,
Remembering with love each sister and brother.
I'll think on the past, of the joy and the fun,
Of raising my children, my daughters and sons.
The pain of not having them close by my side,
And how their success has brought me much pride.
Then I'll make some tea and sit down with my cat,
Then the dog at my side I'll get coat and hat.
I'll go for a walk in the crisp winter air,
And rejoice as the frost covers lashes and hair.
My life is a good one all things considered.
No need to feel lonely, abandoned, embittered;
For I have my life and they have theirs.
They write, visit, phone, that proves they still care.
I still have a job and my home keeps me busy.
No need to feel useless like some old tin Lizzy.
I'm not ready for the junk heap yet.
Not old, just experienced, I'm hip, you bet.
Can't wait now for Easter, they'll phone and come by,
And I'll hold each one close and give a glad sigh.
On sunny days I’ll take a walk
If lucky I’ll espy a hawk
I find delight in azure sky
The seagulls are all flying high
I’ll wander all along the coast
It is the place I love the most
A flapping wing will catch my eye
The seagulls are all flying high
On sandwiches I like to munch
I sit down for a picnic lunch
My sandwiches the birdies spy
The seagulls are all flying high
The birdies squawk and down they swoop
My hair gets splattered with white poop
They steal my lunch, and off they fly
The seagulls are all flying high
N/A in Try A New Style - Something You Have Never Or Hardly Ever Tried Poetry Contest
I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN A KYRIELLE BEFORE
06/05/20
Before mom passed away,
she anxiously asked me to sit down
and listen to the wisest words
ever said by someone so missed;
her tired voice was a fading whisper,
and I couldn't let go of her cold hand!
O mother, how true it came to be...
when facing tomorrow alone,
and afraid to follow deception, I clung
to the same strength that earned you love!
"Life ends, but something remains...
look beyond its purpose,
find good in everything;
don't carry the heavy load yourself:
have someone help you along,
as you helped me through my long days!"
"
Before I learned from you so eagerly,
sweet mother of a begone century;
now I take those lessons from life,
and I'm aware of how it effects me;
and remembering how you loved God,
assures me that you've already reached Paradise!
What you sought after wasn't a treasure,
but a desire to teach love without sparing the rod;
and that treasure is worthier than gold,
because it will be so indestructible!
"Life ends, but something remains...
and if my death is too painful,
think of what has been so wonderful!
Come to visit me in my final resting place,
there I'll be as cheerful as you like to remember me;
even winter will extend me its indefinable sympathy!"
"My son, don't deprive yourself of deserving and lovely things...
when one godly life suddenly ends, another quickly begins!"
No funnier laughter
sounds like this laughter...
when its pitch vibrates as sound;
I may giggle at times, but I'm always kind!
Who will tackle me and make me laugh louder than clowns
by telling me those jokes you heard somewhere?
Were they told by travelers roaming cities and towns,
or were they written down on some rough paper?
Oh, humor you make life sumptuously grand...
when all one needs is the company of some friend!
Sit down and let's tell each other stories that satisfy our literary itch;
let's unearth stories of the famous and the infamous, of the humble and the rich!
No funnier laughter
is heard around the entire globe;
you may hurt your ear's lobe...
when I laugh harder than Cher!
Blessed Assurance
What a Friend
Thankful Vibes
Soulful admiration
Gratitude in Heavenly Honor
Dinner table prayers everywhere
Honored wake up among
Heart to Heart conversations
Family and Friends wholesome
Thanksgiving is beyond once a year
It is daily with a praying preserver
Enable open hearts at all dinner tables
As food are placed down
Give Thanks
Pray for those that are less fortunate everywhere, and that they get food as well
The greatest gift is one’s heart for others
Let family and friends smiles and laughter intertwine
Keep the Almighty in mine
Enjoy the Thanksgiving feast
Keep appreciation throughout at least
As you sit down to eat
Remember who made it possible being a treat
Gobble Gobble and Turkey time
Lift up every glass of whatever, click and clack in the blessing of togetherness.
there is a tear in the middle of the floor
we do not know who it once belonged to
we are amazed at how stubborn it actually is
perhaps it acted as a symbol of inspiration for us to sit down and talk it all out
there is a tear in the middle of the floor
we do not know what language it speaks
we are in awe of how it has been able to keep its shape
perhaps it acted as a reminder of what we could of lost had we not truly communicated
there is a tear in the middle of the floor
we do not know if its little heart still beats
we are taken aback at the fact that it looks like it is actually smiling
perhaps it acted as a divine mediator for us....lead by a Higher Power
there is laughter at the corner of earth avenue and real world way
we have nursed each other's scars as a portion of many unified peace offerings
we are enjoying immensely this blessed chapter of realization and understanding
perhaps in the heart of God's Time, we just had to slow everything down and just regroup, reveal, refocus, review, reestablish, reaffirm, and reconfirm....
It's my turn to burn the turkey this year.
We'll all drink too much and end up in tears.
Relatives we love and those we hate
Will all show up, there'll be a debate.
Cranberry sauce or Cranberry jelly?
Would serve them all right if I didn't serve any.
At least one item I love will be broken.
At least one thing said should not have been spoken.
We'll start with compliments, lies of course,
Sing off key, laugh till we're hoarse.
Try to keep the arguing down to a dull roar.
Watch out for Uncle Harold, the man is a boor.
The children are the best behaved of the lot.
Uncle Harold's now loaded, the man is a sot.
Would everyone please just sit down and eat
And why does everyone want the white meat?
Two more glasses of wine and I will get through it.
Next year it's Mexico. Family? ..Well screw it.
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Purely fictional, meant in humor , please take it as it is, a joke