Long Tuesday Poems
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I dilly dally my way through a regular Monday
Icy rain covers my driveway by three o’clock
I slip and slide on it, weather reports come in
Monster storm is coming; the kind you get once in a century
My friends begin calling me
Do I have enough food and water?
I have enough to last six to eight months.
Also a hundred pounds of dog food for my two pony dogs.
Tuesday I awake to snow as tall as my porch
It is not bitter cold, but it is uncomfortably cold.
Wednesday is the kicker.
We are supposed to have more snow, more ice and fifty mile an hour winds.
My feet are cold tonight; I wonder how things will go in the morning.
Our temperature is going to drop from 28 to 16 degrees.
The interstates and highways around and through Kansas City are closed.
Mayor asks us to all stay home; schools are cancelled.
The electric company sent us a notice to expect outages.
Monster storm, you deserve a name.
I will call you Monster Helen after the meanest teacher I ever had
And the nicest teacher I ever had, both named Helen.
Three Days Out
By Franklin Price
11/5/2016
Three days out and then it's done
Will have elected only one
To be the leader of this land
Drum major of the marching band
The people's options worse than bad
The worst this country's ever had
But we must use our voting voice
For whom we think is our best choice
Don't stay at home and hide your head
Go to the polls and vote instead
Tuesday night when all is done
We will have selected only one
If the elected turns out good
Can say I voted as I should
If turns out bad then I can say
I cast my vote the other way
If I do not go to cast my vote
I cannot say a thing of note
I have no right to have a say
About who's in election day
Marty's Diner is a cozy rendezvous for folks of this wee country town.
People come from miles about to enjoy the fixin's fer which it's renown!
It ain't a fancy place - I s'pose there's maybe a dozen tables or so.
It's just Marty, the waitress Nadine and Joe the cook who run the show!
There's a 'liar's table' where guys meet ever' mornin' fer a cup o' joe,
To discuss the attributes of local women, the price of hogs and the world's woe.
Nadine scurries about joinin' in the banter makin' sure their cups is full.
Marty circulates about the place greetin' guests - things is never dull!
On rainy days, farmers park their pickups and settle in fer grub and beer.
They brag about their hound dawgs and gittin' ready for huntin' deer,
The high cost of farmin' and the neighbor's auction comin' up nex' week,
And when the price for corn, oats and soy beans is apt to peak
There's music playin' on KRCC, the local country and western radio.
People rave about the sandwiches and red hot chili concocted by Joe!
A favorite is 'butcher's revenge' (meatloaf) with gravy and smashed pertaters,
Garden fresh peas, a pair of biscuits and a salad with fresh picked termaters!
The Red Hat Society holds their meetin's there the first Thursday at eleven.
The Green Thumb Garden Club meets the third Tuesday at half past seven.
Marty, Nadine and Joe meet their patrons with a 'howdy' and open arms.
They welcome you like family - the fellership is one of its many charms!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
She wonders.
If I did.
Forget the dishes, dishes, dishes.
There are sharp knives, that get sharper.
Dirty water.
It’s always Tuesday when I get cuts on my fingers.
We never have bandages, I don’t know why.
The knives and I fight like this.
I make everyone mad.
Tuesdays are when I go to work.
Tuesdays are when.
Events are connected like that.
I promise.
I get a cut on my hand.
But that makes me invincible for the day.
People are nicer, they don’t stare as much.
I avoid a cascade that way.
I write on paper, not the wall.
They hate the wall.
I prevented a car accident that way.
The fan blows the pages around.
If the pages were money, the earth would explode.
Instead, I’m happy for once.
I knew it.
What?
It’s Tuesday, so I knew it.
I look at the calendar
Check the date and time
My appointment looms
Just three days to go
I light a lavender scented candle
And inhale the soothing scent
It calms my nerves
Only three days to go
I dread the though of the mammogram machine
Squeezing and squashing my breasts
Will my lump turn out to be cancer
Or just a benign cyst
Just three days to go
Just three days to go
And then I may know
Anxiety Contest
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes
02~25~17
I discovered a lump in my breast and my mammogram is on 28th Feb which is
Shrove Tuesday or pancake day. I have to see the humourous side of it … it sure will squash my breasts as flat as pancakes.
OH ANGIE my beau in morning light,
We've rocked on all through the night.
UNDER MY THUMB, our love still burns,
Rolling dem stones to what she yearns.
PAINT IT BLACK, let's sing the tune,
Let it play from dawn to noon.
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT,
But it sure pays to taunt and flaunt.
Let's toss the TUMBLIN' DICE again,
For love is luck, and we're in the game.
WILD HORSES couldn't drag us apart.
Now we're dancing heart to heart.
HONKY TONK WOMEN now that's a tune,
To croon RUBY TUESDAY over the moon.
To rock the socks of dem rock tones.
By rolling moss right off dem stones.
Struck dumb by old dreams which have failed to spawn,
the tired, blank muse ends her walk ‘cross the lawn.
Dulled once more cause the light just will not dawn.
With naught to prompt her, she sneaks up the stair.
When bright young bards hope to find words to share;
in deep sleep, she’s no help, out like a bear.
Two bards play ball; three take pets for a stroll;
four watch while a mare gives birth to a foal.
One draws that scene as two more catch a mole.
One cleaned the house of a friend who is ill.
Three read the same book; one cooked on the grill;
two from a band blew their horns, marched the drill.
Who needs a muse? be the muse, seize your days!
First catch their mood then poise your pen to blaze.
September 27, 2019
contest: Because It's a Tuesday 140/140
host: William Kekaula
Romans Chapter 12:9-10 Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good. 10 Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;
Bursting into the still cool of Wednesday,
Blessing away the hours,
In silent waves of hesitating light,
Healing Tuesday with gentle music, fulfilling
Even the shadow’s worth is lifted
Rhythms of hope, poured out on the memory,
Trembling with a peace that only the sunset
Can remember…
Pride, Vanity, Narcissism
Fade like trinkets, bound for destruction,
Overcome by the seeds of your purpose,
Born to become, born to overcome,
In sighs of faith, she whispers,
Bordering the gates of forever, the hereafter,
Abiding inside the promises,
Real healing, forgiveness, love so restful,
Speaking of the moment before He revealed
The truth, He is the everlasting peace,
He is the blending of hope and grace, He is…
Everything to me!
Speaking of Jesus – Speak to Jesus
He is the reason I can sing, praise, pray
With the assurance that life has this season
For my heart and soul, so that I might know
The wonder of a love that is beyond my control,
A love that began when He arose,
Inviting each one to the life that commenced,
When He hung from that cross – saving what was lost,
Saving us all from the darkest dark – saving us all…
We were freed by His love, His light, His life –
Laid down so we could become children of God!
He is everything and more – He is the love and hope.
He is the way to change from wrong to right,
From bad to good, from dark to light, from lost to saved,
From the past to the promise – because He was raised
From the silence of a grave, to give us the joy of His grace!
Thanks to Jesus, I’m truly saved!!!!
Reflection after Yule
So it is Tuesday after Christmas
today it a salad and water the diabetes
is not fond too much festivities
but it was fun when it lasted.
It is an overcast day matching my mood
having to bow to an illness.
Death on the roads have taken its toll
many car collision people driving too fast
wine makes many courageous
to reach a destination they will not enjoy
and it was so unneeded.
Back in Palestine that once went from Jordan
To the middle- sea many you freedom fighters
Have lost their life in the noble cause
Fighting for what was lost when the intruders came,
it is a David and Goliath war that only can
be won by cunning, and unheard goes the tears
of their mothers.
In the waiting room …
A sea of ashen faces
Women with their partners
We were waiting, just waiting
My name is called
Heart pounding I gather by belonging
My husband gets up …
But he’s told he can’t come in with me
I feel vulnerable and alone
In the little cubicle I undress and put a hospital cape on
Now its time for my mammogram
The machine clamps me tight with a vice like grip
Yes it Shrove Tuesday and is Pancake Day for my right breast!
Thankfully it’s all over very quickly
I sit alone in the waiting area
Waiting, just waiting
Try to do a puzzle but my mind is elsewhere
A door opens and my name is called
Now for the ultrasound
A blob of cooling gel, the scan is painless
Everything looks fine
They tell me I have ‘young breasts’ whatever that means!
Shame about the rest of me I quip and we laugh
Now I need to see the specialist to be examined
So it’s back to the waiting area
Waiting, just waiting
I get called into another room
Mmmm he’s very attractive with brown eyes and greying hair
But I digress!
A quick examination and everything is fine
This time my lump is tissue and is deemed to be benign
02~28~17