The tree tired leaned
Against the old house
A ladder leaning
Against the massive
Tree front of the house
The ladder looked small
The tree branches dead
All the leaves were gone
It was an old tree
The tree tired
It could not stand tall
So it leaned on the house
It was ready to fall
All the tree needed
Was a guest of wind
To fall to the ground
Had you grabbed
His winter Best
Sadly play
Along work in time
Hadn't may gone to say
In no time flat, near that pad
Taking orders
Fill me in, doll, when's the dance
dead romance
spin my world
Watching news justice in the print
Four days a month
Where he goes
God only knows
While he plays
On my nerves
Down the hall
Dastardly fine by signs
Coming down
Before my blues
Get misused
Christmas pals, to the end
Eggs and toast, all the don'ts
Pave my rent
On the house
Lives out of ink
Please have mine
Nothing in a good name
For now
And Water! YES!
Complimentary;
"On The House!"
"Relectuntly,"
Muttered Under
Her Breath...
You Know?
We Have A LOT
Of Water,
Sooooo... Much...
Some Planets,
A LOT Of Places...
Nearly Everywhere!
Have Practically
NO Water
AT ALL.
You Should
Count Your Blessings...
Very Rare...
You Need To Know
How Extraordinary It Is
You EVEN EXIST!
What A Blessing To
Be Alive, To Be You!
Now, Here's Your Water!
(Slam!)
-Gray Squirrel
09-07-2025
Oh, how I love a summer day
when I can go outside and play
with Puff, my dog, and Fluff, my cat-
who wait on the house steps or mat.
The flowers first, I have to tend;
must water them- their thirst to end
so they stay pretty- healthy too.
This is the first thing I must do.
And after that, when I am done
we play together and have fun!
I love how they both wait for me!
They make me happy as can be!
The stars fell on the house tonight
Causing wonder and some fright
In the mist of moonlight beaming
Heart was racing and rapid breathing
Eyes were open to new creations
And senses to strange sensations
Gleaming robes with golden eyes
Celestial beings from the skies
All around me they appeared
Then one told me not to fear
With trembling voice I did speak
Asking them what they seek
They came they say
Because I prayed
Then I saw a gift was or me
A present radiant in majesty
I tried to reach for the gift
Yet my arms would not lift
You can not recieve what yourself denies
Spoke the beings from the skies
In unison and with one voice
Said to me it was a choice
Then I felt myself transformed
And my life was reborn
Morning came and stars did fade
And I knew I was not the same
~ Men vs Women ~
What every woman longs to hear…
I love you
You’re right
I appreciate what you’re doing
I respect what you’re saying
What any man wants to hear…
It’s Payday
It’s Friday
The first round is on the house
I’m not looking for a commitment
That house that stood there steady
Bringing warmth to all its members and even people outside
But to me it was the place
where I felt cold and unloved
Everyone longed for the next time they would be home
But I longed for the moment I would leave home
And this time to leave for good
I sat in a corner wondering why everyone was happy
Yet I always had tears in my eyes whenever I thought about the place
Or maybe its the people and not the house
A house that stands there so beautiful
Enclosed in a safe and lovely neighbourhood
It was everything I ever dreamed of
But how I wished that I could be happy even just for a day
The house where all memories are held
But my only memories to store are of the pain I had to go through
How I wish I could make good memories
How I wished I never gave the house a reason to look ugly
But why? why do I blame it on the house and not the people?
no one can bake, cook, or grill like pierre panda, someone said.
his recipes are exquisitely tasty, all up in his head.
He learned it from his grandma Maria Marla Maghetti
You should taste his lasagna, French bread and spaghetti!
cooks cuisine like the French, his Italian background imperative.
Pierre’s recipe book is a full-blown in-mind keen narrative
he experiments with oregano, parmesan and cheeses of blue
his bakery is busy, full of tasty pizzas, featuring potato stew.
let’s go there and eat someone suggested to our family.
My father yelled out “how is it going, Pierre Pat P?”
Pierre gave a nod and threw a pepperoni pizza our way.
It was on the house, as he is marrying our auntie May.
To whomsoever it may concern,
something to truly discern.
God is alive and well this day,
don't forget to kneel and pray.
Some say that there is no God,
while in their darkness they trod.
Blind from within they can't see,
yet want to lead you and me.
If they can't find a way to deceive,
they try to steal what we believe.
God is and always will be alive and well you see,
For a child of God are you and me.
Call upon His mighty name today,
His light over power's the darkened way.
Go ahead give God a loud shout,
doing so in faith without a doubt.
God is alive and well to those who believe,
believe in Him and you will receive -
OUR GOD, OUR FATHER IS ALIVE AND WELL,
THIS TRUTH ON THE HOUSE TOP'S YELL!
The bedlam lifts if only for a while;
a brief but needed calm falls on the house
when she departs for school aboard the bus.
Though trying hard to suppress overt smiles,
I grin in the direction of my spouse,
for any more would be superfluous.
But storms can interrupt our best laid plans
and so it seems our calm was but an eye;
no sooner had we contemplated peace,
than fires gave way to cast iron frying pans:
a chance that funnel clouds could fill the sky
and pressures here at home might soon increase.
Who is this damned administrative fool
who brought it on himself to close the school?
—————
A Brisbane Sonnet: abcabc defdef gg
By the goldfish pond at the end
of the walk, a spider labors intricately
in the overhanging sage and rosemary
to build a snare for thirsty prey.
A deadly spiral from the center out.
Out here on the side of the hill
I call my yard, the sun burns through
my shirt and the humidity is thick
enough to drown the impulse I had
to get something done today.
I thought to cut the grass, or repair
that place on the house where the rain
has eaten away the wood. I’ve got
gas for the mower, and lumber,
everything I need except the ambition
of my youth when nothing could
stand in my way. But now, I’m not
so hungry I feel any urgency to spin
anything except around, and head
back inside the air-conditioned den
to worry about what just happened.
Copyright
Vol Lindsey
11/25/2011
upstairs
the hammers of a piano
mechanically stomp through a tune
as unwilling fingers
prod at a well-known student piece
a small scottie dog appears
wearing a tartan coat
a light hibernian them
clambers into my head
later
a young child joins me
to sit on the house stoop
I ask her if she likes clementi
the look in her eyes
warns me never to ask again
a small-scale baby grand joins us
sniffs at the little girl and growls
then runs along the sidewalk
looking for someone to play with
upstairs
the hammers of a piano
stomp through a tune mechanically
unwilling fingers
prod at a well-known student piece
a small scottie dog appears
wearing a tartan coat
a light hibernian them
rings in my head
later
a young child joins me
to sit on the house stoop
I ask her if she likes clementi
the look in her eyes
warns me never to inquire again
the dog is huffing melodically
as it takes a dead composer
for a walk
a small-scale baby grand joins us
sniffs at the little girl – growls
then runs up and down the sidewalk
looking for someone to play with
Luna settled down over the farm house with a feeling of calm.
The inhabitants deserved an evening of beautiful dreams.
Star light sprinkled pixie dust on the house in the way of a faerie.
Luna smiled; a rare gift; signifying the pureness of the couple inside.
The newlyweds settled down in front of the fire, happy to be together.
They were soulmates, who had prayed to find their other half for years.
Discovered each other in a cafe six months ago; married yesterday.
“You are so beautiful,” he told her. She, loved being his wife.
He made her feel special, revered and adored.
She had never felt this terrific.
“You are my goddess,” he said. She laughed, it was so unlike him.
And yet it was totally the man whom only she knew.
Life never gets better than this.
Ex-husband
He was a quiet man
his wife found him boring
she had many lovers and flaunted them
in front of him.
I think she waited for a passion that was not there.
Nevertheless, they had a child “his”
she was granted a divorce and kept the house.
There was a hefty mortgage on the house
she had failed to know this.
The bank, as the bank does take the house.
She lives in a trailer now.
As he does three trailers away.
He can hear her scolding voice.
That is the way it goes you never get rid of your first wife.
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