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I laid my back on the soft sofa bed
To draw myself out from stress and sadness
But inklings with regrets whirled in my head.
Was dreaming to become a deaconess
For a full-time worker in God’s service
What if I’d pursued, workloads bring lightness?
Less kids at Sunday schools, I’m more at ease
No lesson plans… just teach bible verses
Play the hymns on church organs without cease.
What if I’d become one of the nurses
Taking care of patient and not grader
Lots of patience, but no hugs and kisses?
What if I would be a teacher forever
Rejuvenation comes once in a while
To play with kids as friend, sis and mother?
As my thoughts swirled, I gave myself a smile
I laid my back on the soft sofa bed
Rejuvenation comes once in a while
But inklings with regrets whirled in my head.
May 20, 2023 8.03am
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I went to hear a writer read
And boy, was I surprised!
The attendance was quite sparse, despite
It being publicized.
I love her writing, read her books
And it was so exciting
To see her in the flesh and listen
As she read her writing.
She answered several questions then
Prepared to sign her latest.
I didn’t stay, although this book
Is probably her greatest.
‘Cause even though I am a fan,
The library is where
I find the books I curl up with
On sofa, bed or chair.
I feel a little twinge of guilt;
I cannot quite deny it.
The author’s reading of her book
Was just to make us buy it.
But still, I made it to the store
To show some fan support.
I did what I could do, and yet
I feel I came up short.
Lyrics by Jerry Thomas Curtis
Better Than The Rest
Some think she has a crooked nose
And real sad sleepy eyes
Her hips they said, had to have spread
To compensate those thighs
But I just think, those things are there
To put me to the test
To see if I would realize
She's better than the rest
She didn't come from money
But I wouldn't say's she's poor
When I see her on that sofa bed
I couldn't ask for more
My friends say find a better girl
I say "You be my guest"
Cause I tell you now, straight from my heart
She's better than the rest
chorus
They say that she's not good enough
For a cover of a magazine
But went she holds me, late at night
She's my beauty Queen
repeat
She didn't come from money
But I wouldn't say's she's poor
When I see her on that sofa bed
I couldn't ask for more
My friends say find a better girl
I say "You be my guest"
Cause I tell you now, straight from my heart
She's better than the rest
chorus
They say that she's not good enough
For a cover of a magazine
But went she holds me, late at night
She's my beauty Queen
I don't quite get it
I can't quite follow your mind
I sit
and wait'
hand and foot for you
and you can't even remember a date
I sense your sly stealthiness
the day when you left me for good
doesn't come yet cause right now your before me
not even looking me in the eye
I almost despise you
if it wasn't for your money I'd sure be out
without a fuss,
without a single cuss
cause you just make me sick.
I thought I could work through the little things,
now you've forgotten and amped up the volume
I'm on mute,
with you as the remote
and you sit and gloat
on your sofa bed
cause I kicked you out of bed,
you're getting me so misread,
I've had enough of this
I can't even try or pretend I want to kiss
because I don't.
And maybe, just maybe
this is all for revenge
but with this intrigue
and a liaison at hand
I'm already gone
I have been for these whole 6 months
We do not have a guest room,
Though we’re waiting for a guest;
And even if we had one,
I don’t think she’d be impressed.
Our visitor’s low-maintenance;
She has no strong demands.
The lack of guest-room privacy
We know she understands.
What’s utmost in importance
Is the chance for her to schmooze.*
She could have stayed in a hotel,
But that’s not what she’d choose.
We try to make it comfortable,
Despite our lack of space.
A sofa bed is where she’ll sleep,
But here’s the saving grace:
At least she knows she’s welcome here.
Our arms are open wide;
And everything she really needs
We’re happy to provide.
It’s not the Ritz, so luxury
Is what we surely lack,
But somehow it must be okay,
‘Cause she keeps coming back!
*to converse, chat, catch up
The forest man
He had bought a cabin in the woods near a lake
he planned to go there after his divorce
with no demand on his time, life would be simpler
first of all, he needed a dog, the one he had
was a poodle, his ex-wife could take the mooch
he needed a strong dog that could feed itself
catching rabbits in the glen
The cabin only had one room, a big room he could
make a kitchen in a corner, for the he needed
a hand pump and dig a Hole for a cisterna.
bedroom and living room together was ok, he had
a sofa bed but needed a couple of chairs
He also had to build a shed, an empty plastic
drum to sit on and empty his own effluence twice
a week
So much to do!
perhaps he should get one more dog, the one
offered him by a farmer, had a white snout liked
to sit on the sunny side and snooze
he had to remember to buy tins of dry dog food
to buy provision, he needed transport, a mule
would do, so he had to build a stable
No electricity, so he had to buy batteries and candles
so much to do!
I met a forest man in a tavern he had a cabin in
the woods, near a lake, for sale.