The Creeper
In sit behind the moon where you can’t see my face
“I wait and watch”
That uneasy feeling in your stomach
“I put that there”
Those haunting sounds in the back room
“Yea, that’s me”
Those shadows crawling across the walls
“Some of my best work”
That anxiety your fighting
“Pretty good dont you think”
Those images in your mind
“Took me years to master”
Hurry up and go to sleep
“Im ready to come in and play”
The fountain pen ran off giggling and lost his pants
Leaving a string of letters, none of them seemed by chance
How dare he think he can write? Said my non-amused muse
angry enough to give him some really mean reviews
He’s just a pen, a one-trick pony!
Blue and plastic, common, bony!
The pen came back to hear my thoughts
I’ve always wanted to write, my heart in knots
It’s a pretty good poem I told the fountain pen.
Muse Trixie was furious and nasty, hateful once again.
A chagrined clown hung his head in shame
for the disgrace of what he became,
when an opportune slip of the heel,
on a discarded banana peel,
got a pretty good laugh just the same.
Each year I make the matzoh balls,
Which come out pretty good.
My husband cooks the chicken soup;
Our roles are understood.
He always wings it when he cooks,
Just uses what’s on hand
And never needs a recipe,
Which I can’t understand.
I follow the directions
When I cook or when I bake
And measure the ingredients
So there is no mistake.
My time-worn recipes are stashed
In cookbooks or in files;
The drips and spatters dotting them
Evoke nostalgic smiles.
Yet always for the matzoh balls
What has the most appeal
Is the recipe that’s on the box
Of any matzoh meal.
That’s up until this year – there was
No recipe at all!
I Googled and saw dozens,
But not one my matzoh ball.
Until I saw a posting
From a woman who, like me,
Asked if anyone could help her
Find that box-back recipe.
Voila! Someone responded
With a picture of the box.
It’s amazing what technology,
From time to time, unlocks.
I made the matzoh balls
And hope they’re good as they appear,
But I copied down the recipe
So I’ll be set next year.
I never got to teach you Maths,
Or English, or to drive.
I never got to pick you up
From school when you were five.
I missed all the nativities,
Where your angel wings unfurl.
And never had the chance
To call you "Daddy's little girl".
I never took you to the zoo,
Or gave you piggy-backs.
Or helped you to appreciate
The world of QI facts
I never helped you through the painful
Years that girls go through.
Nor did I get to be the one
That came to your rescue.
Despite me missing all these things
You turned out pretty good.
And I love you to the moon and back
Just like a daddy should.
Credit Card
Put it on the credit card but pay it off quick
nothing hurts more than high interest that sticks
If you don't need it but buy it anyway
remember to enjoy it cause brother you will pay.
Morning Pepsi
Drinking a Pepsi to start off the day
make it diet and caffeine free feels okay
That white label Pepsi taste pretty good
drink another just because you could.
Gold Coca Cola
Caffeine and sugar free yes it is diet
taste is indeed golden love to buy it
Drink em guilt free without a buzz
sometimes you want mellow suds.
Old Ford Flex
She got an old Ford Flex it is really big
has up to three rows of seats for all her kids
Long and boxy car reminisce of an old wagon
with road respect for its' size like driving a dragon.
Fire burning, keeps me warm
While outside brews a big snowstorm
Now all I need to be complete
Are knitted socks upon my feet
I thought I'd have them on by now
I'd knit my own but don't know how
Will you teach me how someday?
We'll stay in bed and knit away
An afternoon spent spinning yarns
Of different colors into forms
I think the way I'd like to start
Is knitting you a small red heart
A place to put your hot coffee
To rest your mug on comfortably
My first attempt, it may take long
Don't laugh though if I get it wrong
I want to do the things you do
So I can spend more time with you
I'm pretty good at crafting rhymes
But other things? I'm dense at times
Be patient please, I'll come along
It's like the learning of a song
Note by note, chord by chord
Verse by verse, word by word
I'll get it though, it sounds like fun
Teacher-student, one on one
Needles, patterns, knits and purls
My heart knit for a special girl
Santa's problem was Rudolph's crutch.
And, also, Rudolph whined way too much.
We need help pulling the sleigh tonight
Another Reindeer might fix our plight.
An animal rescue said, "we've got
three dogs, ten birds, and an ocelot."
We'll take the dogs and birds and thank you.
Okay, so what should those ten birds do?
Amazing, but they flew pretty good.
Santa said he was betting they would.
Dogs left 'neath trees for children to pet,
and it was named, "The Best Christmas Yet"
Although the weather was quite icy,
Rudolph's broken leg healed nicely.
Written By: D. Collins 11/12/24
A growth spurt beyond grimy, some never do.
No need for names. They know who I'm talking to.
They are pretty good at changing superficial traits.
But the core of their being is wicked without debate.
That cruddy person will emerge if they spot an edge.
For a substantial gain, good folks could end up dead.
They get Holier Than Thou to complete the fasad.
Swear up and down they are the right hand of God.
Judge them through their deeds and you'll not be surprised.
That, which before you stand, is the Devil in disguise.
What always comes out is what was there before.
The grime, slime, and crud oozing from their core.
The stiff neck from counterfeit blues…
I read about that in the news.
A guy from Sao Paulo
said he too can’t swallow,
but feels pretty good when he chews.
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Response to John Read's Deflated
Bears and dogs and brain worms, oh my.
Made me want to vote for this guy!
DeSantis was always my go-to, first choice
Social conservatives’ only real voice.
But then Iowa had their damned little caucus
Infected us all with enterococcus.
Suddenly, RFK looked pretty good -
detailed his issues; knew where he stood.
On numerous planks, we didn’t agree,
But did so on several that mattered to me.
Nobody else even mentioned the debt,
much less declared it an imminent threat.
The border, free speech, and corporate capture;
If he’d been pro-life, I’d be fully enraptured.
Still, I was in, I was open, overt,
made a donation, and got me a shirt.
But then all the lawsuits, they got me distressed;
when he threw in with Trump, I was sorely depressed.
MAHA sounds nice, but would it really matter?
Love for a bit, but then all the chatter…
“Trump needs a mandate”, forget We The People
started to sound like the usual sheeple.
Something just died, and I lost all interest;
Now I watch YouTube, and I heard about Pinterest.
Deleted my twitter, turned off the news;
got me a case of political blues.
If your a little shy but you’d like to tell someone what’s in your heart…
A pencil and a piece of paper…is a pretty good place to start.
They were lovely girls in the neighborhood
To their family, they stayed pretty good
Learning to trust God --- in faith and in creed
As they shared and cared, showing kindness’ deed.
As daughters of parents, serving as light
They respected Dad and Mom with delight
Regarding them as guardians by their side
Grateful for their protective loving guide.
They are sweet ladies, reared to grow up well
“By the grace of the Lord”* … that’s what they tell…
They are my aunts, beautifully blest
Their childhood photo prods us to do best.
*1Corinthians 15:10 But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
2nd place, "Nursery Rhymes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 8/27/2024
The world's biggest problem? It wasn't going away.
One fifteen year old girl would face it. That was just her way.
She didn't give us fantasy. She gave us action.
Demanding from leaders of the world, satisfaction.
Politicians insulted her, saying, "naivete",
stating she oversimplified, that's how they'd portray
her. Whether she was popular - that she did not care,
as she laid bare their smoke screens with clarity so rare.
She had things to deal with - Asbergers and depression.
The brave way she handled them teaches us a lesson.
She turned depression into action. her courage to enlist,
making a few enemies, but none were scientists.
Climate awareness was not this girl's only impact.
Backing the campaign to fly less changed the world in fact.
Sweden dropped four percent in domestic travel by air.
Pretty good work for a young girl with the grit to care.
Greta Thunberg, just a girl, also influenced me.
I keep my carbon footprint small, I don't go on a spree.
I vote. My money's in a fund with a low MSCI,
inspired by the young girl who won't let the planet die.
Do you think we’re the sort of girls to sit around on a Sunday night?
EAH (loud buzzer sound) you’d be wrong!!
What’s the opposite of seasonal depression - seasonal euphoria?
I’m self-diagnosing here, but I think I’ve got it.
I have all the symptoms:
Excessive happiness: a level of joy statistically improbable.
Compulsive smiling: grinning under the most mundane circumstances.
Irrational optimism: the feeling everything will turn out all right.
Compulsive socializing: relentlessly engaging in parties and outings.
Impulsive behavior: capricious decisions that lead to.. stuff.
Difficulty focusing: trouble concentrating on ‘serious subjects.’
Increased appetites: A craving for.. everything fun.
I have to call it. The symptoms are limpid, my diagnosis is:
Summer, seasonal euphoria, and it feels pretty good.
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Songs for this:
Rooftop by Kelly Jones
The Game of Love by Katrina & the Waves
DeadBeat Club by The B-52s
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