Do you want to borrow my turkey baker?
I have my own I said to the pushy Quaker
You do? That’s news, are you sure? asked my guest
She kept on pushing until I finally agreed to a test.
Let’s exchange turkey basters, I said at last.
I am talking about a turkey baker, she said fast.
She sent him over and he baked our entire meal.
Not popping him in the oven was a part of the deal.
Neville is a wonderful man, both parties said in a gushy way
He can meet you at the coffee shop nearly any old day
I was not ready to date, and made excuses, one after another
These friends were quite pushy, more than my godmother.
Six months later I agreed to meet this virtuous man.
He is a Viking, but he won’t tell you this, said my old Gran.
He did not have to tell me. His attire spoke for itself.
He was wearing enough armor to line a long shelf.
His beard was enormous, and he had a helmet with horns, two.
His war paint, metal cuffs and a copper shield were a tip off too.
If he is hiding the fact he is a Viking, he is not doing a good job.
We had one thing in common, we both have a neighbor named Bob.
Is it the latest scam, three its dead blamed on rats..Bubonic shaded.? Just think on that.' Astra zenenca started trialling a drug
To combat the black death, is there a rub.?
In July 2020 while other headlines were big
Yet these people died from heart illness what gives.? I know myocarditis has been up since 2021..What a co-incidence and maybe? Then some..Rats causing heart deaths is a new one on me.' Just how pushy can big pharma be, could it be health deteriation was what was planned?
And don't rats just galvanise reactions.?
As science and feelings stand.'
If I had to name the day of the week that I do not write
I would have to lie because there isn’t one
My muse Trixie is pushy, persistent and insistent.
She does not let me rest until I write ten poems a day.
If I tried to double cross her or not meet her deadline for us
there might not be any more words.
No more sentences.
No more poems.
I dare not take that chance.
he stopped to think about his life
when he was stranded on the desert island
was his wife-to-be someone he could be proud of?
Why had he chosen her?
She never put him first
many times, she put him last.
He thinks about her children
They ridicule him
Possibly learned this behavior from their mother
The wedding is to be in four weeks
why has it taken him so long to figure this out?
who asked whom to marry anyway?
He sits in silence, listening to the ocean lap quietly against the rocks.
Had he ever intended to marry her?
It’s the man’s job to ask, isn’t it?
How did he get roped into this situation?
Is it his mother’s fault? She is an aggressive female
Like his fiancé
Will he speak up or be lead around by another woman?
One who is as pushy and caustic as his mother?
He waves the boat on when it comes to pick him up.
They wear no crown, no armor bright,
Yet rule the day and shape the night.
With whispered words, a gentle sway,
They bend the will and guide the way.
Men boast of thrones, of iron hand,
Commanding all across the land,
But fail to see the softer art—
The power held within the heart.
Through silence deep and knowing glance,
They weave the threads of circumstance.
Pushy, yes, yet not with force,
But with the current’s quiet course.
The world believes men hold the reign,
Yet women pull the strings unseen—
Their bottom power, soft, profound,
In shadows where the truths are found.
And men of feeling, wise and true,
Are threats to this covert rule.
For hearts that see beyond the veil,
Unmask the truths and break the spell.
Beware the gentle hand that leads,
The quiet strength behind the deeds—
In modern wars of mind and soul,
The softest power claims the goal.
Love is patient love is kind
This comes from the One who is divine!
love does not envy and never boast.
That’s only pride and to God it’s gross!
It is not arrogant or nor is it rude.
Christians like that have the wrong attitude.
It does not insist on having its own way.
Those pushy people will account some day.
It is not irritable nor does it resent.
Christians like that should quickly repent.
It does not rejoice when others are wronged.
Among God’s children it don’t belong.
However it rejoices in the truth.
Teach this Christians to your youth.
Love bears, believes, hopes, and endures everything.
This is the word of our King of kings!
Finally He says Love never ends.
Ask God to do this in and through you my friends!
The lack of love can be seen all around.
In every city country and town.
Praying to our God is the first place to start.
Asking Him to plant seed in every human heart.
The trumpet sounded hearty and hale
What was that? Asked Daddy; he is all male.
I ignored this and leaned over a rail
A piece of shale! A piece of shale!
Our doggie Luther was wagging his tail
For down in the depths there was a whale
It looks so frail! Said my auntie Dale
She was writing her own holy grail
Along came captain carrying a pail
Watch out for the nail! He said to the quail
When will we sail? When will we sail?
Next, we saw a bride with white wedding veil
Cookies for sale! Cookies for sale!
Pushy girl scouts on board telling their tale
Solicitors on a cruise ship without fail
Someone is reading a book in Braille!
Take me to jail! Take me to jail!
A convict in orange who looks rather pale
Give me my mail! And then we can sail.
What about bail? Asks a lawyer named Dale
Wait for me yelled my annoying cousin Gale
She was holding a plastic colander with kale
The crackers are stale! The crackers are stale!
This was a wail from a toddler so pale
It was a few seconds longer before we could sail
Smiling at strangers, or saying hello
passing the time, on my walks down the street
with mixed responses, from those you don’t know
some stare at their phones or else at their feet
Joggers those nodders, take you in their stride
focussed on fitness, or some sort of race
barely acknowledge that you moved aside
they'll choose to refuse a look at your face
Pushy young parents, oh so self-aware
they hurry by without hesitation
gripping their pushchairs, as though they don’t care
now I worry for new generations
But those with their mutts, serial walkers
No ifs or buts, they're serious talkers.
Constance Canstinople had connubial concentration
Every date was a grilling, not a joyful celebration.
She spoke of having children with men she barely knew
She stayed single all of her years until she died at ninety-two.
All she wanted was marriage, her nephews and nieces said.
Too bad that she never got to wear her veils and now she’s dead.
But we can reap the benefits of the wedding gowns she collected.
Full of pearls, sequins and lace, beautiful when inspected.
Constance had been too pushy, but she would be better next time.
This is what she said to her main guardian angel Clementine.
Clementine hoped for the best and sent her back as a baby girl.
On her spank she thought “satin dresses and on each a big pearl!”
Diego Armando Maradona :
Dashy pushy rustic persona.
Small structure caught in five feet five frame
Sunny player in fabulous fame.
Promising skill on challenge of arrogance .
Strong sturdy solid sense to keep balance.
Tangled disarranged hair.
Careful, yet without care.
Excitement to enhance but not perchance.
Bullish, buoyant, graceful with eyes angelic.
Not polite, over confident, strategic.
Impatient cocky, the stocky number Ten
to sky ball on loops of eyes reaching heaven.
Vancouver looks flooded from this bridge
I see one lone brave water skier rounding a curve
It is November, but there are no biting wind chills
It is unrecognizably warm for Thanksgiving week
there are blotches and blips of leaves on the water
Oranges, tangerines and cinnamons twirling a bit
Let’s take a peek at the autumn faeries, I suggest
I hear one laugh, she sounds like a tingling chime
No one wants to take the hike, which is okay
Solitude is my preferred hobby, making photographs easier
no pushy humans demanding selfies and such
I linger for a while, now a fulfilled pirate queen
Vancouver looks flooded from this bridge
I see one lone brave water skier rounding a curve
It is November, but there are no biting wind chills
It is unrecognizably warm for Thanksgiving week
there are blotches and blips of leaves on the water
Oranges, tangerines and cinnamons twirling a bit
Let’s take a peek at the autumn faeries, I suggest
I hear one laugh, she sounds like a tingling chime
No one wants to take the hike, which is okay
Solitude is my preferred hobby, making photographs easier
no pushy humans demanding selfies and such
I linger for a while, now a fulfilled pirate queen
Wild, old dog singing everyday
It does not have a holiday
Singing songs about other's glow
Like, it does not have gleam to show
It sings on dark and stormy night
It always sings when day is bright
It sings to halt how others shine
It's drowsed on other's own fine wine
It chatters like an old, old goat
Instead of rowing its own boat
Feels bad when pushy dogs succeed
Just like envy is its own feed
But comes a one dog with wild dream
It does not care about the scream
It only cares about its catch
That one day, its hard works will hatch
he was a bullfrog we called him Twos.
no idea why, except he was slimy as glues.
once upon a time he crawled out of my shoes.
listening to him now, as he sings the blues.
feeling sad, morose, sorrowful, irritated, sang Twos.
today my wife burned my flies inside my swamp stews.
my tongue is on fire, and I cannot find my booze.
shall strum another song, and sing you some more blues.
sorry you are sad, I said to my bullfrog, Twos.
is there any way I can help you get out of these blues?
maybe you could go get me fresh stew and some booze?
for a bulldog, he is pushy, this guy we call Twos.
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