Oh, my goodness! When I heard you cry,
I saw a tear escape from your eye,
and then I saw it run down your cheek.
I asked, "Where you going?", but it couldn't speak.
This is terrible! There's much to fear!
What will happen to the missing tear?
I wonder if that drop was hurt by hate?
Did it decide to evaporate?
and sadly float away or disappear?
Unseen, invisible in the atmosphere?
Did it say where it was going before it bowed
and vanished into a floating cloud?
I asked, "Cloud, where did your raindrop go?"
Did it fall on flowers in the field below?
But the rain cloud would not say.
Rain clouds can't talk either, anyway.
When teardrops or raindrops freely flow,
do you think they could make flowers grow?
I don't know...what's false or true -
Ask this flower, it's just for you!
I am lured in by the smell of lemon muffins, so tall
the blueberry scones are calling me to the back wall
Oh, my goodness, are those Italian cookies homemade?
I enter the bright bakery wondering why they don’t pull the shade
The sun is pouring in, lighting up the day in fast order
Grinning big time is the proprietor, old Mrs. McCorder
We are making two homemade soups for lunch, she tells me
And you’d best come back for apricot pie, it will be ready at three!
No one has to pull my hair to get me to buy my fill
My sacks are so full they threaten to over-spill
I leave with rhubarb pie and three kinds of homemade bread
I’ll be back at three, I holler, to Mrs. McCorder’s sweet head.
I don't know my father or my mother.
Do I see my sister and my brother
in this lovely garden here?
Who is the scruffy, scraggly stray?
Who invited him here, anyway?
(Oh, my goodness! Oh, my dear!)
I did not ask to sprout and be born.
thought the lonely weed, forlorn,
so thoughtlessly reviled.
About then, Jack Frost would arrive,
saying, "May the heartiest of you survive",
leaving only something wild.
It is not but a tiny ball of yarn I say as I roll it around in my hand then throw it away. The littlest furball sees it and squalls a hiss which made her mother even twitch. She pounced and rolled and bounced and scolded that teeny tiny ball of yarn until she molded it upon her four paws. Down on her back it was a balancing act which then brought a smile to my face in fact. Oh my goodness the cuteness and the pureness addresses each part of my heart. Her eyes alight as her brother jumps in or on if you will. Within a moment it is a torrent of hisses and scratches which the ball of yarn matches by somehow staying together. As the claws turn to paws each lies on their and pauses if only to draw more air. Then again it ensues two frisky kitties on the loose as the ball they did choose for theirs.
Hot then cold cold then hot
Peri menopause is that all you got
Frying my ovaries sunny side up
Serve them with cheese to fertile love
I get frisky then change my mind
I’m like whisky or unnamed wine
Not too ripe nor too young on vine
Still a bit spicy for red valentine
Looking inside I’m more mature
I’ve learn to glide past pride’s manure
Settling into my middle amethyst age
Life plays fiddle am I set in my ways
Oh my goodness never had time before
To think so much and be self absorbed
I find myself feeling like an island moon
Not at all sad to watch night flowers bloom
I try to be an ear for those needing cheer
Reminded of my days I shed teal tears
I love people but I can’t stay close
For my empathetic brain would burn and roast
I’d take on too much of their burden
Feel too much of their hurt and
Unless I can refresh and start anew
Would be depressed stuck like glue
Saved by music and purple poetry
Happiest to use it as turquoise therapy
I am a tree with leaves turning
Embracing cool breeze still learning
Looking forward to the next chapter
May it be filled with more of life’s laughter
Oh my goodness, unbelievable fun,
Ordeal for my nemesis has begun !
Dreaming a favourite dream?
Must be my wishful thinking!
Am I his sole saviour, or he has none!
" All the funny jokes are a bit smutty" :( ~~ The poet~~
Such a sunny day, yet the lake was mine, not a soul to be seen.
Too good to be true the place to myself quieter than it had ever been.
Leaving my clothes beside a small bush I decided to go for a swim.
But when I came back everything was gone, left only a hat with a torn brim.
No undies no sox not a thing to put on, I had to cover all with that hat.
On the way home, an old woman laughed, “Oh my goodness what is that?“
“Madam if you were a lady you wouldn’t laugh at the predicament I am at"
She replied “ Well if you were a gentleman you would tip your hat !’’
Drop of tear
Splash the floor
She remain still
Until the gush of wind tilt
Oh my goodness
Why I have to face such freak
No one deserve to be treated
Like this
Holy moly even the season
Change with it's pace
Look, being human
My life depends on others hand
Heart pound every sec
Tickle of rain drop
Swept my Pain
Wind whisper near my ear
" Fight yourself dear without fear"
This word buzz my ear
Until I spoke for myself
No means No and it should be over
Please feel more freer to need more
Than the needier of neediest. Don't
Stress or bleed on my moneyness.
Oh my goodness it's the plush of Posh!
Do you not see? It is an EMERGENCY.
emerge and see. You see? Yes it's
Best to watch and see. Oh wake
And see? Oh or Wake and watch.
You just wait and see. It will be plus
Posh the stock flock. What's it got?
The spot? Let me tell you. The walls
Of those streets have the funds.
There is forever always a memorable
Celebration in all of their most
Luxurious homes. Plus these over
Their know soooo much plush. And
That's the Posh of it. At present
They are building castles and or
Major swagger of mega wager
Palaces. And umm what is your
Analysis?
"If forever is true, make it true, don't give it a second thought," ... by The Poet
"Okay kids, this is December's first day
so let's go in and see what it could be,"
[Oh my goodness ..., I thought she moved away]
"Kids, don't go too far." "Dad, I need to pee."
"Okay son, the bathroom's right over here."
"Go on inside, I'll be right here." [She looks
just the same, never aged a bit ... then, we're
young and in love ... me carrying her books
walking with her to our class ... and her laugh
... I can't get over that ... Ha, and her hair
still gets in the way ... we spent nearly half
of ... oh, she sees me ... (both smiling) then there
gone again ... we thought forever was true]
"Okay Dad, who's that?" "Thought someone I knew."
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Oh my goodness sake
It is a Pippi Longstocking cake!
I wonder now who dared to make
Such a cake, such a cake, a glorious cake.
It is so professional I tell the model.
Don’t be so nice to her, she does not deserve a coddle.
This was from the wigmaker who had made the cake.
I felt sorry for the model, his heart must hold a stake.
Profanity can be useful
If you know how to use it
Oh my goodness
The prettiest positively proud
Puppy did leave a gift on
The living room floor oh sh@$!!
This mother fuc@#!%
Sh%$# all day long!!
But having a dog can be
Quite rewarding.
If you take him or her
For vet visits and training
As scheduled, owning a pup
Becomes much easier. I digress
Way off of the subject which is
Profanity can be useful if not
Abused. Damn it!! Didn't
You hear me!! The language
Is most impressive if used
Correctly, instead of being
Used only in anger.
Forgive my indiscretions
And my huge digression
Please take this with a dose
Of constant copious consideration.
As they opened an old photo album…taking time out to remember when…
“Oh my goodness!” She gasped. “I was so much younger then.”
“I was so much prettier in these photos and I’d sure like to know…
in all the years we’ve been together…where did my beauty go?”
“Oh, I beg do differ.” He said with a smile. “This beauty you are talking about…has never flowed from outward in…it flows from inward out.”
“The beauty you see in these old photos still, today, keeps me mesmerized…
It radiates from within your heart…it is reflected in your eyes.”
“What makes you beautiful today is something time can never destroy…
It’s the way you live each moment…it’s how you fill your life with joy.”
“I agree you’re not as pretty as you were in these photos on display…but that’s only because you become a little prettier…a little more beautiful every day.”
“So, as we look at these old photos…old picture of you along the way…remember you were only younger then…your much more beautiful today.”
“And when I fall asleep tonight, as usual, I can’t wait to see…
when I wake up tomorrow…how much more beautiful you’ll be.”
Oh my goodness! Did you see that???
A mousey riding on the back of a cat
Guess these guys have kissed and made up
Heard mousey yell “Hey! Giddy-up!”
Great to see them getting along so well
Mousey's relieved, as you probably can tell
Wearing a big grin from ear to ear
And Felix is enjoying it too, it appears
Remember this lesson from one time rivals
Really don't need conflict for survival
It's a whole lot better to laugh and have fun
Than face extinction at the point of a gun
So what did you learn from this little tale?
Enjoy yourself and drink lots of ale
You'll see little mousies and cats at play
Instead of killings on TV every day!
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