There is nothing to write about she Prue whined
My reaction to this is not keenly kind
What if that sewing box fell on your head?
What if you died of fright, stone-cold and dead?
She looked at me like I was a weirdo or goon
What if six spaceships dropped away from the moon?
Now I’m on a roll and cannot quit
Loving the reaction of this shocked little nitwit
What if a komodo dragon bit your arm?
Her face has turned purple pink with alarm
The what if’s help me write, I say
She has not written one word by the end of the day
though she claims a writer is who she wants to be
Her imagination is stonewalled by herself, her worst enemy
I am a writer she tells everyone who is brand new
I roll my eyes at my delusional cousin, Prue.
I found Father Christmas and his gowns are baby blue.
He is surrounded by fawning cherubs, at least twenty-two.
The cat is having a bad day, for on his paw he has glue.
Father Christmas’ cherubs make the day worse, says his cousin Stew.
They are not here for him, said his Great Grandma Prue.
But they could not convince that persnickety cat, Old Hu
It's Christmas time again
And it seems I am the winner
Because I drew the short straw
To host the Family Christmas Dinner
I'm stressing out already
Although it's still a month away
There's so much to organise
I should have started yesterday
I will cook way too much food
To cater for various dietary ways
But at least there will be leftovers
Crammed in the fridge for days
We will all eat far too much
Then some will need a nana nap
While others will be arguing
About politics and crap
The kids will spill their pudding
On themselves and on the floor
Some sentimental ornament
Will be broken, that's for sure
Grandad will be shouting
Because he's gone completely deaf
And Aunty Prue found wandering
(Honestly, we thought she'd left)
But at the end of the night, exhausted
When the dishes are finally done
I'll remember the day fondly
And look forward to the next one
Write a Christmas Poem poetry contest
29 November 2022
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Raymond Magpie fell in love with a crow.
When she was around, he was a glow.
It cannot be true!
Said Mother Prue.
I will bring him home by his big toe.
So she did what she said she was going to do.
She dragged Raymond Magpie by his left shoe.
There he stays
Pinning his days
Wishing his mama was not a racist shrew.
" her heart it won't last long , she needs a new one , but to wish for her to receive a new heart is to wish for someone else's death.
Tell me Micheal , from a moral stance , is it just for me to wish someone dead to save the one I love.
Is it okay for me to pray that someone is taken from the people they love and the people who love them ,so that she may stay by my side.
How can I ask for something so selfish .
Would she who is Prue and innocent forgive me for begging for anothers death ?"
I started watching Charmed - when it first came out.
That I fell in love with it - there really is no doubt!
I believe it called out - to my Spirituality!
Time and time again - it brings me so much glee!
I almost gave it up - when Prue Halliwell died!
And yes - I admit it - on that episode I cried!
But curiousity got the best of me - so I went on to season four.
I'm so glad I did - because it offered so much more!
The Producers did a lot of research - but added fiction too.
The inaccuracies in the show - are minor and just a few.
I must be addicted - because I have all the seasons numbering eight.
It's like I'm drawn to it - maybe even by fate!
If you're ever at my house - come over and take a look.
Because I can even show you - many a Charmed book!
I even know some of the lines - of the show by heart.
From this series - I know I'll part!
People that know me - sometimes get quite alarmed!
That after all this time - I keep going back to Charmed!
They don't understand - that this show brings me so much pleasure!
And to me it is - most definitely - a unique kind of treasure!
Footnote: My second favorite TV series is "Leverage".
It was a bigly time ago.
I was rock and rolling.
The guys wore gel or mop-top beads;
The girls were cool strolling.
Asking for her time, forthrightly,
Permissions all obtained.
A friendly double date, indeed,
In stylish dress, constrained.
Hands held, nervous knees, butterfly
Bellies and Summer Sun.
Zombie kids shuffling to their doom
With cold-foot pizza fun.
Names all changed to insure the past:
Pete and Prue ate like hogs.
Joe loved June with all of his heart --
Until the girls shrieked, "frogs!"
Joe chased Pete around the table,
Marinara splattered.
Napkins called an encore order.
June and Prue both flattered.
Joe and Pete were at it, again.
Girls with sticky-face smiles.
We settled down and sauntered home.
A night of teasing trials.
Just before parting, Joe kissed June --
So ... unsymmetrical:
He was cloud-sailing, upside down.
June smelled boy chemical.
July 14, 2016
Pink Domino - Poetry Contest
A gravid young lady named Prue
Was bursting to go to the loo
She crossed her legs tight
With all of her might
It’s what pregnant ladies go through!
21st June 2016
Integrity,
Honest, prue and true,
Lift up your eyes to heaven,
Know God is inside of you.
BEAUTIFUL AM I , BEAUTIFUL ARE YOU
LOVELY IN MY EYES, HEART SO PRUE AND TRUE
WE ARE BEAUTIFUL TOGETHER, IN EVERY SINGLE WAY
YOU WOUDNT WANT ME ANY DIFFERENT ,I WANT YOU THE SAME WAY.
THE LONG ROAD HOME
Our home in the country sit's deep in a valley.
Once a month our small town has a home town rally.
Country living and country folk is what we live for.
We all are willing to lend a hand or to open a door.
Tall trees winter grass and the scent of spring flowers.
Chickens laying eggs,cows grazing in summer showers.
People of Prue,Oklahoma have nothing bad to say.
We socialize and join together in church and pray.
We got a church,post office,store and a school.
We got our own lake so there is no need for a
swiming pool.
There's plenty of room for dogs and kids to roam.
.As you travel the long road home.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Brian Strand's"A free choice any form/theme Max 12 LINES"contest
Born an Okie where the sun shines long and the stars shine so bright.
A land where cattle roam free and hearing the call of the white owl at night.
Summer time is very hot but the winters are full of ice and cold.
Spring time the air is sweet and in the fall,falling leaves of gold.
Seeing everyday a field of wild daisies and a family of deer.
The things I see are a wonder and so are the things I hear.
A lake of fish to catch and eat til your hearts content.
Prairies so wide there is always a place for you to vent.
Growing gardens,harvesting hay canning are things to do everyday.
We go to church praise our Lord and bough our heads to pray.
Living here in Prue,Oklahoma is the best place for me.
The people are so friendly there's no place I'ld rather be.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Micheal Falitico's"A change of view"contest
A very good friend was buried today.
He'll be missed in every way.
He loved to hunt he loved to fish.
But food of any kind was his favorite dish.
His greatest love was his wife Joann.
She felt so lucky cause he was her man.
They spent their lives together for 35 years.
There was alot of laughter not many tears.
This town of Prue,Okla has lost a dear friend.
He was a great guy his name was Ken.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
11/7/07