I want to love you
I want you to love me
I want us to love one another
Always have each other back
Your best interest at heart
Boy thats a fact
I want to show you things
You've never seen
I want to see what we can bring
With both of us together is that enough
Lets see , about us
Us
Thats you and me
Is this what its suppose to be
Us lets try
You and I
My friend
My rollie
My buddy
My homie
The guy who makes me complete
Never feel lonely
My comedian
My laughter (thats what I need)
My guidance
My counselor
Friends first
Thats a plus
You are more than enough
You My calm when it gets rough
You have helped me with alot of stuff
I need a real one
Thats true
Boy I need you
Us
Thats you and me
Is this what its suppose to be
Us lets try
You and I
Us
Yes
That sounds great
Clap your hands if you can relate
(Repeat 1x)
Us
Thats you and me
Is this what its suppose to be
Us lets try
You and I
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by Concetta Hardnett
06/07/2026
I came upon a recipe
That wasn’t a mistake,
Though it was for something strangely called
A hummingbird (huh?) cake.
I glanced at the ingredients –
The list was far from brief
But there weren’t any hummingbirds,
Which was a huge relief.
With pineapple, bananas,
Sugar, cinnamon and flour,
Eggs, vanilla, oil and pecans
It sounds great, but gets its power
From its cream cheese butter frosting,
Which must add the perfect touch
To a sweet dessert that many people
Must like very much.
The cake is from Jamaica
So its name, from what I’ve heard,
Is a tribute to, you might have guessed,
The nation’s namesake bird.
Maybe someday I will try it,
But I know when that day comes,
I’ll be grateful knowing there was no
Ingredient that hums!
323.
The Whale Shark: A Treasure
Behold the Whale Shark, the largest fish!
Though it's fleshy, it's not right for our dish
Having the name of a whale, it sounds great in size
Having the name of a shark, it looks fearful in the eyes
But though it's large, there's no threat to come near
And though it's scary, there's no need to fear
This giant is gentle like the biggest of dinosaurs
Like the Apatosauruses that were not carnivores
This harmless “Butanding” eats not by tearing
It's wide mouth feeds strangely by filtering
So it's really ridiculous to strike this gentle guy
Self defense can be a big, big lie…a funny alibi
The world is the home of this gentle giant
In all continents there it is like the elephant
Hey look it's also on our 100 peso bill
The only place where no one can kill
But here in the Philippines, the government will punish you
If you catch, kill & sell this treasure we value!
01/27/2015
(Dumarao)
*Defense of the Animals Collection
Oh, really sorry, my arthritis acted up yesterday
Can’t play tennis ‘til the pain goes away
Gee, so sweet of you to invite for us out for dinner
But doctor’s orders, you know, I’ve got to get thinner
A free trip to Orlando? Sounds great!
‘Course, hip replacement next week… It’ll have to wait
You’ll pay me how much to work for you? Whoa!
Too bad I need my afternoon nap. I’ll have to say ‘No.’
When old age hits and you’re trying to fit in
Often all you can offer’s a look of chagrin
robot from planet Uranus speaks to the tiny creatures
they sit in growths from the earth, tidy like gobwaters on his planet
“take me to your leader,” the robot says
the tiny creatures giggle, sitting up straighter, glad to be recognized
but no one offers to take him anywhere
so he sits in the middle of these strange creatures, hoping to learn
they are frisky.
they like to frolic and dance and fly
they are really great at flying
He sends a missive to his boss.
They are tiny, like to fly and are fun to be with.
Sounds great, the boss agrees.
I have the razor to my arm
Cutting is the only harm
Looking at the cuts
Bleeding through
Understand me what im going through
Emotions all over
I cried so much
Leaving this earth sounds great enough
Cutting is the only way
To express how i feel
It doesnt matter if you dont get it
Because i know this is real
Cant ask for help
Cuz they wont understand
What were doing isnt really planned
Get through the day is what we want
But if were sad its not enough
Feeling the pain is what i like
Dont judge me cuz this is my life
The scars i hate but they are there
Everytime i see them i feel em everywhere
Rubbing your fingers on your scars
Thinking why we scare ourselves
Looking through the mirror
What do i see
A little girl trying to look at me
She looks sad and distraught
I wish one day i can stop
Feeling like a failure
everytime i cut
One day i will stop
But never to soon
My emotions wont change until i do
This is Poetry Reading Day today,
That is always one of my favorite days;
Was not expecting rainy weather though;
Already seeing some flowers coming up.
Christmas Cactus have started to bloom;
Friend Paul and wife will be home soon from cruise;
Luckily they are not watching their TV though;
Full of terror with death and destruction.
Fall is in air with many great colors;
Will be Thanksgiving soon then Christmas;
Heard about Taylor Swift and her singing;
Enjoying things is best way to do them.
There have been many businesses closing?
Would rather hear about new ones openings;
Happiness is always in a positiveness vein;
Cruises would be so great while wonderful.
Hope that Government never does close up;
Hope that idiots quit coming into existence;
Hope that we follow laws and not break them;
Hope that God answers all of our prayers.
Sounds great to me.
("Untitled - The Eye of Jihad", 2019, original encaustic)
Love is Love - and other absurd truisms
“Love is love” is like “Follow your bliss”
a way to deflect the moral agency
and subsequent consequence of our desires
with vague equivalency.
It’s like all love and bliss is somehow equal,
which is absurd.
What if my bliss comes from destroying yours?
Or I love abducting, raping, slicing and dicing
then barbecuing
the infant you love…?
Where is the moral equivalence?
This is why the Golden Rule sounds great
up until you are up against a masochist.
And the world today is apparently filled with masochists.
But it’s all good…
At least it feels good,
to think we are all the same, all equal
in what we love and cherish.
The truth is we aren’t.
We may all be made of the same dust,
but that doesn’t make us equal.
Meanwhile the world turns,
a hit soap-opera
in its nth season
spinning relentlessly
a veritable Wall of Death
which in its shocking extreme
delivers some kind of perverse pleasure.
It may not be bliss,
or even what we love,
but it’s certainly captivating.
(11/1/23)
Sammy asked grandpa what he could do for fun
I take naps and dream, and it is marvelous!
Dreaming sounds boring, Sammy said.
I will tell you some stories about my childhood
That sounds great!
They ate a large lunch of roast beef,
Mashed potatoes, scalloped corn, carrots and peas
Pecan and cherry pie.
Soon they were both snoring away,
Having marvelous dreams
Maybe naps were not so boring.
The elderly couple enjoyed a lovely meal with their dear friends.
The two old ladies get up to do the dishes when the meal ends.
The two men chat, one tells of a restaurant he could recommend.
They had a really nice meal last night, good food not much to spend.
“That sounds great” said one “What’ is this restaurant’s name?”
He thought a while, searching his memory trying hard, but in vain.
He said, “I can’t think, what is that flower the one that makes a chain?”
Oh, said his friend I’m not sure, Is it a daisy or should I think again?
You smile. I guess this means I’m on the right track, did I get it right?
That’s it!“Hey Daisy he called “what’s the name of the place we went last night?”
Same couple planned a dinner. Daisy went to buy sauce for stroganoff.
Asked an employee where it would be. He replied, “I’ll see” and walked off
He didn’t return so she asked another, and she replied, “I’ll see” and went to see.
Daisy was tired of waiting for them to return and found it herself in Isle C .
The April rabbit wanted to be more than just the Easter Bunny.
It makes me feel dour and sad, not optimistic, upbeat or sunny.
It’s a title for Saturday and Sunday only, he said to people.
They forget all about me when they enter the church with the steeple.
What else can you do? His relatives asked him, truly not knowing.
I think I could play a mean sax, he said, and this is not simply crowing.
They encouraged him in his endeavors, and he played musical notes.
He was fulfilled now, even though his audience was lambs, sheep and goats.
I want to play at church he told the world. Wouldn’t that be a fine thing?
That sounds great said an old ram, and I could accompany you for I sing.
I play my hooves well on the ground, said a donkey with a kick.
This little homemade band enjoyed pouring self compliments on thick.
Romeo Please Find Juliet-Virelai
I wish for a mate
That draws a line straight
One wish
A nice man sounds great
One that pulls his weight
Let's swish
Let's have a first date
See what's on our plate
And dish
If our moons shine bright
And our tides are right
See me
Basking in the light
Waiting for my knight
With glee
If our hearts are quite
Let cupid take flight
And spree
If this love note's read
Like butter to bread
Let's toast
Take my hand and lead
Let's be two and wed
Upmost
And spread forth our seed
And blossom and spread
The most
3/18/23
Write Me a Virelai Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Kim Rodrigues
The only Christmas present I want is to see my sister, I said.
My husband took a deep breath, but agreed to the six hundred mile trip.
This was 1970, and airline tickets were too expensive, so we would drive.
When we got into town a person at a four-way stop sign waved.
I did not recognize her, because she had gotten a new car.
She pulled over and motioned for us to pull over too.
It was my sister! How weird.
We had travelled six hundred and three miles.
She had not known we were coming, and we ended up at the same sign.
I jumped out of my car and into hers. My husband waved good-bye.
He was going to our mother’s house to take a nap. I was invigorated.
My sister said “Let’s go up town and look at stuff.”
“Sounds great!” I said. We had a terrific day.
We had not seen each other for five months, so we had to catch up.
We stayed up until two a.m. talking. Not tired in the least,
“I can sleep on the way home,” I told my sister, and I did.
For this new
year's debut,
we turn to
next in queue,
twenty-two.
A blank slate
sure sounds great,
I can't wait
to ice skate
and lose weight.
(Mini-Monoverse)
01/03/2022
What's New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Your singing sounds awfully sweet
when I hear Donovan's composition "Sunny Goodge Street".
"Send In The Clowns" also sounds great,
along with "Suzanne"; they are both first rate.
Your greatest hit that made number one
was "Both Sides Now". It can't be outdone.
All your great songs I continue to play.
I'm so glad you're still around today.
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