Driving to New York mills, a town not far from wadena Minnesota, I saw a sign they caught my eye, I dudnt know my mother in law was so special.
A mom of four boys from a small town, who gave of herself to tend to all her boys needs, she wiped noses, laughed, played games with her boys no matter what sport, she was always there to help them no matter what the need.
She cooked, cleaned, helped with homework, played board games, entertained the town folk with an open door, no matter how tired.
Many long days with only her boys, no complaints did she mutter, except when it came to getting help doing the dishes, the football games took a break, if she fed you, you’d better listen, unless no dessert.
She wasn’t my birth mom but for many years I had wished she was, because in her home, I had found something I had never had, a home of laughter, love and heartfelt gratitude… and JESUS in everything her family gave, that sign was right, We love Lucille, with all of our heart..
Laughter creased my face
With the wideness of joy in a darling
Hallooing loudly, Hawaii!
Making me younger with weakly wrinkles,
It warmed my heart with a flaming ring of mirth.
And I liked it.
I watched the waves as they rose and fell,
Like the big flattered locks of a comely
Landlady combing her tresses on a windy, snoopy
Sunday morning.
And I loved it.
Who are next to be loved?
Lucy & Lucille.
One laughs
The other winces with laughter
When cold fleeting winds blow over
Our inchoate sensibilities.
And we love it —
Like we loved Lucy.
Jill and Lucille are two very hungry slugs
They often dine out at their local garden food hubs.
Lettuce, flowers, fruits, sunflowers and beans
These are a few choices from these veggie canteens.
Some clues are noticed from a gardeners view
Slugs are not clever, they often leave one big clue.
Slime trails are generally very clear to see
When they travel for food that they eat greedily.
Flowers without heads and partially eaten veg
It all looks a mess when a gardeners work has been wrecked.
But hedgehogs love slugs that are plump and juicy
That's when Jill lost her friend, who's nick name was Lucy.
Jill left the garden when her best friend became their snack
Near to a hill, is where she met her new friend Jack.
But as with all stories, they change over time
Snails morphed into humans and birthed the Jack and Jill rhyme.
But that is not the first or last of the Jill and Lucille tales
Many more will be published about their life in the Dales.
These girls will be as famous with modern songs for the young
Feminine nursery rhyme rights will never be outdone.
American actress that had a ball,
Her madcap antics behaviors enthrall
Millions "I Love Lucy" fans
With musical pots and pans
Desi Arnaz affairs her sad downfall.
9/2/2024
Today I’m thankful for people…
in a country where freedom has never been as easy for everyone as it should be…
who are courageous enough to teach are country’s true history.
People like Lucille Clifton…a famous poet who knew
Teaching an alternative form of history was absurd…
I think she said it best so I’ll leave you with her words
When faced with being taught a different history than she knew and lived
She respectfully declined,
Saying…
They ask me to remember
But they want me to remember their memories
and I keep on remembering mine.
The McCormick’s chicken gatherer and feeder was only six-years-young
She was awakened daily at four-twenty, which was absolutely no fun.
But it was her duty to gather the eggs from the chicken house.
Sometimes when she entered there would dart out a mouse.
Once there was evidence of a fox in the midst of the flock.
One hen did not fare well, her head lying as if on a chopping block.
Worst of all, one day, the chicken house was in a dire way.
What is wrong, Lucille? asked mother. The chicken coop is on fire today.
Lucille bought herself a three-wheeled trike
Better for her than a two-wheel bike
Her age was catching up
When she had a slip-up
Running over a three-year-old tyke.
Police charged Lucille with manslaughter
With no jail time, thanks to her daughter
Quashing spectacles,
No more vehicles
And keeping off the police blotter.
Written July 17, 2022
Sister Lucille bought a dirt bike next
Leaving her family somewhat vexed
Her aim is speed,
She doesn’t need
Which leaves us incredibly perplexed.
Written July 16, 2022
My twin sister Carolyn is wildly creative.
She has made me a Lucille Ball purse.
It is fabulous; I love it!
There is a cartoon montage of Lucy all over it.
Many recognizable faces on various episodes of I Love Lucy.
I carried it around to several stores today.
Strangers begged to know where I got it.
I could have set up shop and sold these.
It’s a computer bag, not a purse my sister told me when I called her.
I smiled at the predictability of my twin.
Lucille was a whale,
A really big deal.
She had gone to a whale finishing school.
Graduated to a really silly pool,
That made her feel such a fool.
Lucille had a doctorate in water you see,
And planned her escape to a much larger lake.
Took a bath in a bubbly leaf tub.
Ate all the bubbles,
Ate all the leaves,
Grew much bigger than she could please.
The tub scooted along on three sets of wheels,
To a tide that pushed the tub aside.
Lucille landed on a slide,
...down the drain,
...out in the rain,
...across the street,
...past pairs of feet.
Off to the sea where she could be free.
There was a character named Lucille Ball,
her I love Lucy shows fun to recall;
Lucy could jokes deliver,
laughing - we cry a river;
and this funny redhead was a real doll !
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April 02, 2022
Poetry/Limerick/Lucille Ball
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1445-165-02
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Inspiration - I Love Lucy Show
Written for the Standard contest, On A Lim
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 04/30/2022
Second Place
Inspiration - I Love Lucy Show
Lucille Ball
Made us laugh, playing hardball
With dingbat displays
And clever, nonsensical ways!
Desi Arnaz
Caused mayhem with pizzazz
Zaniness we loved to view
As he broadened the hullabaloo!
September 30, 2021
Contest: Your Pick
Sponsor: Brian Strand
TV Show: I Love Lucy
My name should be Lucille.
I am that squeaky wheel.
If some things wrong I'll weigh it.
I'm not afraid to say it.
Some may not want to know her.
She's been a whistle blower.
I'm not a quiet bird.
My voice is always heard.
I'll never give you peace, so
just give me that grease.
As time runs out, I'll feel
the absence of Lucille
who is going with the leaves
blown by the winter's breeze!
Loneliness brings me more tears,
her distance already hurts
and when the next evening comes
it won't have a surprise!
The absence of Lucille is
the worst and greatest loss,
her dream was lovelier than
the true love I gave her then!
As time runs out, I'll feel
the absence of Lucille...
isn't she looking for the perfect man
who will take her back where it began?
Lacona, Iowa, 1938.
a chicken coop is on fire at 5 a.m.
eight year old sees it, puts down feed bucket,
walks back to house on autopilot.
Her name is Lucille.
She sits down for breakfast
with her family of nine.
She is the third oldest of the girls.
No one notices her blanched face
or her dumbstruck silence at first
As they begin to eat.
She eats in silence.
Her mother asks, “What is the matter Lucille?”
In a deadpan voice, a voice none of them have ever heard,
a voice deep within the bowels of confusion and shock
Lucille says “the chicken coop is on fire.”
I have heard this story many times.
It is never funny.
The chicken coop fire being such a trauma
for my mother, Lucille.
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