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The bees could not have been more annoyed.
The faerie convention took over the marigolds.
Let’s zoom back to the lilacs, Worker Bee Dee suggested.
The lilacs had been commandeered by a bunch of brownies.
They could not squeeze their way into a single blossom.
We need to give the fey a few rules, the worker bees agreed.
They asked Worker Bee Dee to suggest staggering fey conventions.
It’s just a brownie family reunion, she told them.
How long will it last? The worker bees asked her, shocked.
Not sure. They told us to take a load off and relax.
The bees were consternated, they had never done this before.
They were fearful that the Queen Bee would be angry.
In actuality, the Queen Bee had set up the reunion and convention.
She wanted the worker bees to become riled up.
They make their best honey when they are frenzied she told her maid.
Lady in waiting was shocked; but wisely kept queen’s confidence.
Come over here, my sweetie pie.
Tell your honey what’s wrong.
I sense you're sad, but this is me.
You don’t have to act so strong.
I’ve been down here in the kitchen
Just waiting for you, honey ‘chile.
Come here and take a load off.
Stay with me, babe, for a while.
I’m having a midnight snack;
Hot cocoa with whipping cream.
Why don’t you join me, Sugar?
Please sit and chat with me.
I know you are feeling downhearted.
But I’m happy you finally came down.
Let me fix you a bit to eat,
For I so hate to see you frown.
If you’d rather, just lay your head on my lap.
Tell mama your every woe.
Go ahead, Sweetheart, let it out.
Let those demons just go.
Are you feeling better now, darling?
I see you are eyeing that cake!
Insomnia got us both, but now
I’m enjoying being awake.
Now that you finally came out of your shell
And shared what was making you blue,
I could stay up all night until dawn, dear,
As long as I stayed here with you.
Author Dana Redricks
February 25, 2021
Rise and shine the Morning has come. Shake off the ashes of yesterday. It’s time to move forward a new day has dawn, we are victors standing on the promises of God. Come what may we will reach the promised land someday. In the morning we will rise and shine like the sun that beams upon us to brighten our day. Morning has come and yesterday is gone along with the many mistakes we have made along the way. Morning has come a new day has begun. We have one and we do not stand alone. Take a load off your feet, sit down, and relax we still got miles and miles to go before we reach our destination. Rest my dear, rest my dear we have miles, and miles to go. We need our strength to continue the journey so rise and shine a new day has begun.
In the city, there are benches
Placed where people might
Relax and take a load off,
Which is everybody’s right.
They’re either made of metal
Or old-fashioned painted wood,
Found in parks and promenades or where
They’d do the utmost good.
Most bus stops with a shelter
Have a bench for those who wait
And in playgrounds, there are benches
Where the nannies congregate.
My apartment building spans a block
On quite an average street,
Without a bus stop or a park;
It’s nice, but not elite.
Yet recently, a metal bench,
Three seats’ worth, with a back,
Was placed to give my home address
What other buildings lack –
A place to sit, but no one knows
Who ordered such a thing.
It sounds real good, but there are several
Problems it could bring –
The detritus of strangers,
Which is quite a common sight
And perhaps some noisy revelers
To party through the night.
My street is pretty quiet
And I hope a monkey wrench
Hasn’t landed on it with the
Sudden placement of this bench.
Asleep before the head hits the pillow
Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines
Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming a giant
Worries wander aimlessly like a cat in the night looking for a spoon
Hurts pound again, and again, first a drumstick then a sledge hammer
The kaleidoscope of confusion rotates ever faster, bed spins counter
Places cannot be escaped
Faces stare as if clothes have been robbed
Running, Flying, Drowning, Suffocating, Garbling Words, Can’t Breath,
Slow Motion, Falling, Insatiable Hunger, Unquenchable Thirst, Blood Stained, Shouting
Loaded Down, Frantically Searching Pockets, Hidden Underneath, Forgotten
Fear. All fears. Nothing but fear. Afraid. Regret. Worry. I didn’t. I really did!
Each day we pack our pockets. Cram our purses. Load our backpacks
Hang needless objects and things around our necks, over our shoulders, in the crux of our elbows, on our belts
Grip suitcases. Carry stuffed plastic grocery bags on each knuckle. Waddling to the side of the bed before crashing head on
Unknowingly still pinching the key between our left thumb and pointer finger
Hitting the bed with a massive crash
every part of the day strewn around the room like a devastating mid air explosion of a 747 littering debris, miles and miles of destruction, charred remnants, unidentifiable and randomly placed objects, out of place, disfigured, often never found
Before your head hits the pillow
Drop the things you picked up today
Take a load off
Free yourself of your burdens
Neatly set everything aside
On second thought, just pile it and let it lay where it falls
Drop your yoke
Sit down on the foot of the bed with God
Hand Him the things you still cling within sweating red fists
Briefly Examen your day
Fall asleep on His shoulder
He will gently lay your head on the pillow, loft your feet off the floor, and tuck you in.
Let Him carry your burdens, lighten your load, unpack, empty your pockets, wash your laundry, even sort and match the socks.
Travel to sleep lightly and peacefully dreaming of a new day
carrying nothing but what is truly needed.
Everyday, everyone, searches for contentment,
While contentment is right within your grasp.
You worry and stress and bring on resentment,
A part of life you just can’t seem to clasp.
Contentment can come in the simplest of ways
And people just can’t seem to find.
That a drive in the country and spending the day
A walk in the woods can take a load off your mind
So many ways you can take off a load for a while
And ease your mind and relax and distress
You will finally find that forgotten smile
And enjoy some true happiness
Contentment is really not that hard to obtain
And it really will ease up your everyday strain
Baby sit down
Take a load off
Let's pour a glass of wine
And just talk
No telephones
No big TV
Just you and I together
And honesty
Not a single ear to hear
Except for our own
Let my words take you places
You never dreamed you'd go
With every breath I breathe I swear I think about you
When my heart beats, I can see
Your eyes and perfect smile
I brought you here, to make it clear
And erase any doubt
You know I've had these feelings for a while
Let me go back
To the first place
I laid eyes upon an angel
And met fate
I knew at first glance
That someday we'd be
Talking bout forever
Discussing destiny
So here we finally sit
Letting inhibitions go
Expressing all our hearts
And revealing all our souls
With every breath I breathe I swear I think about you
When my heart beats, I can see
Your eyes and perfect smile
I brought you here, to make it clear
And erase any doubt
You know I've had these feelings for a while
Yes you know I've had these feelings for a while
Sixty-nine and you are nothing but fine.
Your happy smile radiates a country mile.
Calm and cool you are in no way affected
By others who are not as seasoned or collected
Tony, Tony, Tito, Titus, Tell the truth.
Were you ever in love with a girl named Sue or Ruth?
Do you remember things like being the bomb?
Do you recall a swamp called Viet Nam?
Sixty-nine and you are simply on fire!
If I stated anything else I would be a liar.
A poet in heart, and mind and grace.
Happy birthday I say! You have barely run your race.
Many more decades to you will come.
Relax, play, take a load off, be a seasoned beach bum.
Do whatever you have always wanted to do.
No one else is having a birthday but you!
I’ll SIT UNDER THIS TREE HOPING SOMEONE MIGHT STOP AND TALK TO ME
I’M TIRED OF BEING ALONE AND IT’S OH SO LONESOME AT HOME
MAYBE THEY MIGHT CARE AND HAVE A LITTLE TIME TO SHARE
WE COULD GO SIT DOWN IF WE COULD FIND A SEAT SOMEWHERE
I THINK I’LL BUILD A BENCH WHERE WE CAN SIT AND SHOOT THE BREEZE
TALK ABOUT WORLD PROBLEMS AND OUR SORE BACK AND KNEES
WE CAN TELL STORIES AND FIBS EMBELISHING THE PAST
DRAG OUT EVERY WORD TO MAKE EACH SHORT STORY LAST
IF YOU GOT NOWHERE TO GO AND NO PLACE TO BE
COME SIT ON MY BENCH THERE’S ROOM NEXT TO ME
I BUILT MY BENCH SO ANYONE CAN FIT
IT’S THE PERFECT PLACE TO REST AND SIT
RELAX A WHILE TAKE A LOAD OFF YOUR FEET AND MIND
ENJOY THE SOLACE THAT’S WAITING HERE TO FIND
IF YOUR LEGS ARE GETTING TOO TIRED WHEN YOU WALK
HEAD BACK TO MY BENCH TO SIT SOME MORE AND TALK
THIS BENCH WILL LAST FOREVER I BUILT IT OUT OF STONE
IT WAS MADE TO BE SHARED NOT JUST SAT ON ALONE