“Happy Birthday to Bill Baker for February the 10th”
A poet friend held in such high esteem
A man of wisdom and positivity
Who shines as brightly as a beacons beam
A kind, respectful man
A poet extraordinaire
Abundant with understanding and compassion
His good humour he is now beginning to share
So, to you my Texan buddy
I wish you a wonderful day
Enjoy, relax and put your feet up
While we all at P.S sing Hip Hip Hooray!!
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVELY FRIEND”!!
Whittling can bring blood pressure down,
Whittling can bring your wood pile down,
Whittling can bring the noise level down,
Whittling can bring the number of negative thoughts down,
Whittling can bring the cost of a whistle down,
Whittling can bring others who need an excuse to sit down.
Whittling can bring the number of positive thoughts up,
whittling can bring the number of friends you have up,
Whittling can bring down the chance of a costly break-up,
Whittling can bring time to put your feet up,
Whittling can bring happy memories up
Whittling can bring your age level up.
What do you get when the winds move the trees?
When your guard is down and the sun is setting?
When you are loving the world, especially the breeze.
Do you think of the woodsman
Who spared your life?
Do you think of your stepmother
Who made hell of your life?
Or do you relax in the comfort of the seven dwarves home?
Do you put your feet up and make soup from a bone?
Do you open up the cottage window, feeling love in the air?
Are you happy and carefree, Snow White with this beauty in the air?
Do you think of the woodsman
Who spared your life?
Do you think of your stepmother
Who made hell of your life?
Is your guard down, for a good reason, because of your soft heart?
Do you feel cherished and loved, thanks to the dwarfs, mining being their art?
Is your guard down, are you relaxing in your favorite chair?
When the witch comes prancing with her poison apple fair?
Do you think of the woodsman who spared your life?
Or do you think of your stepmother who made hell of your life?
Take caution Snow. Every person who appears regular is not always good.
Lock yourself away safe, baby, in the safety of the wind and the wood.
As the long day ends
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Padded poetic phrases recline,
softness invites extended stays
within deep cushioned desires
comfort stitched of woven words
Arm chair wishes beneath pressed tin ceilings
offer relaxation penned in durable ink
Put your feet up, clear your mind while
literary whispers relieve burdens
in past tense delusions, quietly wafting
as dreams take flight upon pillowed emotions
Cozy creations silently soothe
tired thoughts and anguished promises,
calming sunset endeavors
as the long day ends
Good night Soupers
Onus
Is much like Banker's Bonuses
In the eyes of the Beholden
Fold em , Roll em ,
Cook em , Freeze em
Squeeze em , Tease em
But never Please em
Place the Onus firmly in the middle of the table
Then sit back and put your feet up
And see who Bites ?
See who is willing to take up arms and Fight ?
And whether they are to be proved wrong or right ?
NO ONE WANTS TO LIVE IN A COLD HOME
from the album "Heaters for Sale"
by Not Paul McCarney
No one wants to live in a cold home, cold home
Uncle Albert says you should go home, go home
Turn the heat up or sit by the fire
Toasty as upon a funeral pyre
Oo-hoo, because
No one wants to live in a cold home, cold home
No one takes the longest road home, road home
Put your feet up next to the blaze
Toes become candles before your gaze
Ooo-hooo!
HER LITTLE HANDS, YOUR PERFECT FIT.
She loved the fit
Yours were big, calloused and hard
Working hands you called em
Hers’ were soft, small
Angel hands you liked to tease her
Yet you held her ooh so tenderly
And you never smashed her up
Her little hands dirty with mud
You held them under the rushing water
She tried to catch the rainbow bubbles
As you scrubbed them clean...her little hands.
She watched you clean
And begged to help
You smiled and held her little hands
‘’they are so small this hands
Wait till they grow,’’ you said
But still you helped her think she helped.
She watched your hands till the land
And guide her little growing hands,
You smiled and said “my angel is growing.”
She watched them grow gain strength
She watched them learn all you could teach them
Well now she laughs and says,” sit and rest put your feet up
My little hands will help you now.”
Her little hands your perfect fit.
Today is your first day of many more to come.
A day that will start with cuddles and fun.
As each year goes by and your child grows
You’ll get kisses and gifts wrapped in pretty bows.
You’ll get cards and trinkets of all kind
and flowers that may be hard to find.
You may even get a breakfast in bed
Or maybe a pretty sweater in red.
A special day that is all for you,
You might even put your feet up with nothing to do.
A picnic with your family, a day at the beach
All of these moments are within reach.
What ever it is that you do on this day
I hope it is special in so many ways
So special you are to your father and I
And cherish this day, they just fly by.
Happy Mother’s Day
By…….barbara poor
I can hear voices
Voices from the past
But, only when I’m driving
When I’m driving fast
“It’s the wind”, said the doctor
“Or a breech in a seal”
“Go home and put your feet up”
“Or go out for a meal”
So, I took the doctor’s advice
And intended to go home
I buckled up my seatbelt
Switched off my mobile phone
Then I turned the ignition
This made the engine roar
But, as I started driving
The voices came once more
I could hear the voices
Couldn’t tell what they were saying
So, I put my foot down
The car started swaying
Suddenly, I hear them clearly
These voices from the past
They say “climb up from the wreckage”
“And join us at long last”
It’s Over
The turkey is cooked and eaten, the family have all gone
You just want to put your feet up, but life still carries on
The bills are due in, the resolutions already broken
There no food or money left, not even for a gift token.
The holiday adverts have started, you can go on a cruise
Or time to buy a new suite, or buy Easter eggs if you choose.
New furniture has been bought, red wine spilled on it
No need for a new year hair cut , there’s not much left of it
Frustration has caused wrinkles, debt is causing pain
But you all start saving straight away, for when Christmas comes again
©~GG~ 2011
Tick tock tick tock
All I hear’s that bloody clock
Chiding me for wasting time
Is it really such a crime
To put your feet up when you’re done
Rest, relax and have some fun
It winds me up that awful sound
So now, I leave the clock unwound
The child of God, which is you, is deceived indeed.
He sees his love spat upon by mindless opinions,
only to realize he himself is the one who spits.
What do you seek so desperately from the world?
The Love of God knows you as you truly are.
Stop hiding from us, we can ALWAYS see you.
Stop hating us, we always love you.
Don't be sick anymore.
Sickness attests to who you're not, slain on the corpse of who you are.
Your monster hates you
but it isn't real.
Just cross the border, let your fear go for a few minutes.
Hear the Voice inside.
Let It dictate how you will act from now on, in love and in grace.
Relax, put your feet up.
The fun is just beginning.
You know the drill, are well trained, and have shown tremendous accomplishment.
The next step is discipline.
You are worthy only of love.
All else is folly.
You know this to be true.
Your guilt is meaningless.
The shadows are gone.
You have seen the light of day Yoni, you just don't know it yet.
Forgive yourself, the child of God still Lives.
He is much happier than you have ever been.
Forgive Yoni, this is your world.
Make of it what you will.
boxing day would be a good day to relax
and put your feet up on a chair
but the children come running in
all upset that
the bits to their game are no longer there
the batteries to their new toys have all gone flat
and ask can you remember where they put their new hat
for all the joys of christmas things end up back in the box
so then they decide to build with lego blocks.
I always wondered why boxing day was called boxing day, I have joked since my kids were
very young that it was because all the batteries go flat, the bits go mising from games they
forget where they put theire new stuff and most things end up back in the box, well untill you
can go and get new batteries when the shops re open, Oh what such fun, I love christmas
and I made sure I went and got more batteries before they ran out this time LOL, have a
happy new year every one love from diane
Saw you in song and committed your words
to the searing of souls and of hearts
Hoping you're still on the wind, on the line
and your life hasn't fallen apart
Force of old habit to pick up a drifter
with knapsack and broken rust dreams
Hope you are well, put your feet up a spell
and I'll sew you back up at the seams
We'll go out dancing, you sing and I'll hum,
raw in our feet by the dawn,
Finally, you will have sleep in your eyes
with the warmth of the wakening sun
Don't miss a day, we're created that way
to sip slow the elixir and heal
I'm on your side, there's no reason to hide
but there's always a reason to feel.