The dive girl foodie,
sick nomz on a paper plate.
No reason needed,
just go out for a new bite.
Every day’s a holiday.
Celebrate a smile,
surviving the daily grind.
You made it to six,
it’s taco and salsa time!
Refuel and take a load off.
That pizza just called,
a friend wants to meet tonight.
Can you come over?
Nothing happened just to talk,
break this bread, and lift me up?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
buttercream sky melts~
‘Take a load off,’ the lake hums.
his net, full of dusk
In the city, there are benches
Placed where people might
Relax and take a load off,
Which is everybody’s right.
They’re either made of metal
Or old-fashioned painted wood,
Found in parks and promenades or where
They’d do the utmost good.
Most bus stops with a shelter
Have a bench for those who wait
And in playgrounds, there are benches
Where the nannies congregate.
My apartment building spans a block
On quite an average street,
Without a bus stop or a park;
It’s nice, but not elite.
Yet recently, a metal bench,
Three seats’ worth, with a back,
Was placed to give my home address
What other buildings lack –
A place to sit, but no one knows
Who ordered such a thing.
It sounds real good, but there are several
Problems it could bring –
The detritus of strangers,
Which is quite a common sight
And perhaps some noisy revelers
To party through the night.
My street is pretty quiet
And I hope a monkey wrench
Hasn’t landed on it with the
Sudden placement of this bench.
I’ll SIT UNDER THIS TREE HOPING SOMEONE MIGHT STOP AND TALK TO ME
I’M TIRED OF BEING ALONE AND IT’S OH SO LONESOME AT HOME
MAYBE THEY MIGHT CARE AND HAVE A LITTLE TIME TO SHARE
WE COULD GO SIT DOWN IF WE COULD FIND A SEAT SOMEWHERE
I THINK I’LL BUILD A BENCH WHERE WE CAN SIT AND SHOOT THE BREEZE
TALK ABOUT WORLD PROBLEMS AND OUR SORE BACK AND KNEES
WE CAN TELL STORIES AND FIBS EMBELISHING THE PAST
DRAG OUT EVERY WORD TO MAKE EACH SHORT STORY LAST
IF YOU GOT NOWHERE TO GO AND NO PLACE TO BE
COME SIT ON MY BENCH THERE’S ROOM NEXT TO ME
I BUILT MY BENCH SO ANYONE CAN FIT
IT’S THE PERFECT PLACE TO REST AND SIT
RELAX A WHILE TAKE A LOAD OFF YOUR FEET AND MIND
ENJOY THE SOLACE THAT’S WAITING HERE TO FIND
IF YOUR LEGS ARE GETTING TOO TIRED WHEN YOU WALK
HEAD BACK TO MY BENCH TO SIT SOME MORE AND TALK
THIS BENCH WILL LAST FOREVER I BUILT IT OUT OF STONE
IT WAS MADE TO BE SHARED NOT JUST SAT ON ALONE
Table
Come to me you families
and sit for just a spell.
Take a load off your shoulders,
with your stories to tell.
Come to me you students,
sit around me after school.
You can write your thesis on my top,
because you are not a fool.
I can be the peace keeper,
and help you to unwind.
When you sit on one of my chairs
and consume your food divine.
I can be the place of therapy
where cookies and milk calm your fears.
I can be the place where midnight answers,
and your mamma wipes away your tears.
the first cut may not always be the deepest ~ but it's the bloodiest
take a load off your fannie, Annie ~ but don't put your weight down on me
stumbled over a chair and broke my leg ~ while dancing with my eyes closed
put another dime in the jukebox, baby ~ or the music won't play
keep knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door ~ most of us will not call it home
The bees could not have been more annoyed.
The faerie convention took over the marigolds.
Let’s zoom back to the lilacs, Worker Bee Dee suggested.
The lilacs had been commandeered by a bunch of brownies.
They could not squeeze their way into a single blossom.
We need to give the fey a few rules, the worker bees agreed.
They asked Worker Bee Dee to suggest staggering fey conventions.
It’s just a brownie family reunion, she told them.
How long will it last? The worker bees asked her, shocked.
Not sure. They told us to take a load off and relax.
The bees were consternated, they had never done this before.
They were fearful that the Queen Bee would be angry.
In actuality, the Queen Bee had set up the reunion and convention.
She wanted the worker bees to become riled up.
They make their best honey when they are frenzied she told her maid.
Lady in waiting was shocked; but wisely kept queen’s confidence.
Author Dana Redricks
February 25, 2021
Rise and shine the Morning has come. Shake off the ashes of yesterday. It’s time to move forward a new day has dawn, we are victors standing on the promises of God. Come what may we will reach the promised land someday. In the morning we will rise and shine like the sun that beams upon us to brighten our day. Morning has come and yesterday is gone along with the many mistakes we have made along the way. Morning has come a new day has begun. We have one and we do not stand alone. Take a load off your feet, sit down, and relax we still got miles and miles to go before we reach our destination. Rest my dear, rest my dear we have miles, and miles to go. We need our strength to continue the journey so rise and shine a new day has begun.
Sixty-nine and you are nothing but fine.
Your happy smile radiates a country mile.
Calm and cool you are in no way affected
By others who are not as seasoned or collected
Tony, Tony, Tito, Titus, Tell the truth.
Were you ever in love with a girl named Sue or Ruth?
Do you remember things like being the bomb?
Do you recall a swamp called Viet Nam?
Sixty-nine and you are simply on fire!
If I stated anything else I would be a liar.
A poet in heart, and mind and grace.
Happy birthday I say! You have barely run your race.
Many more decades to you will come.
Relax, play, take a load off, be a seasoned beach bum.
Do whatever you have always wanted to do.
No one else is having a birthday but you!
There is a house in my backyard
they call the 'Crescent Moon'.
I visit more than I would like
but, then no one's immune.
I've passed many an hour there,
pants below my knees.
The place is open day and night.
You can come whenever you please.
Just go in and have a seat;
You're welcome one and all.
Take a load off your feet
when nature makes that call.
So, don't be afraid to make a move.
You can even bring a friend;
Just in case, there's a double seat
and you'll be happy in the end.
Inspired by the humor of Jan Allison
Potty humor
Jan Terry
April 16, 2019
Baby sit down
Take a load off
Let's pour a glass of wine
And just talk
No telephones
No big TV
Just you and I together
And honesty
Not a single ear to hear
Except for our own
Let my words take you places
You never dreamed you'd go
With every breath I breathe I swear I think about you
When my heart beats, I can see
Your eyes and perfect smile
I brought you here, to make it clear
And erase any doubt
You know I've had these feelings for a while
Let me go back
To the first place
I laid eyes upon an angel
And met fate
I knew at first glance
That someday we'd be
Talking bout forever
Discussing destiny
So here we finally sit
Letting inhibitions go
Expressing all our hearts
And revealing all our souls
With every breath I breathe I swear I think about you
When my heart beats, I can see
Your eyes and perfect smile
I brought you here, to make it clear
And erase any doubt
You know I've had these feelings for a while
Yes you know I've had these feelings for a while
Everyday, everyone, searches for contentment,
While contentment is right within your grasp.
You worry and stress and bring on resentment,
A part of life you just can’t seem to clasp.
Contentment can come in the simplest of ways
And people just can’t seem to find.
That a drive in the country and spending the day
A walk in the woods can take a load off your mind
So many ways you can take off a load for a while
And ease your mind and relax and distress
You will finally find that forgotten smile
And enjoy some true happiness
Contentment is really not that hard to obtain
And it really will ease up your everyday strain
WELCOME BACK MY SWEET
RELAX, HAVE A DRINK
TAKE A LOAD OFF YOUR FEET
IT VERY NICE TO KNOW,
THAT YOU HAD A FUN AND SAFE TRIP
YOU AND YOUR GIRLS
I WAS HERE WITH THE KIDS
SO WHAT!!!!! AIN'T NO NEED TO FLIP
INSTEAD, IN MY DOWN TIME
I CAME UP WITH THIS LITTLE PLAN
AS I LAID BACK, AND REMINISCE
ABOUT ALL OF THE THINGS
YOU SAID THAT YOU LOVE ABOUT YOUR MAN
NOW AT FIRST,
IT WAS THE WAY I WALK, TALKED AND DRESSED
BUT AS OF LATELY,
IT HAS BEEN THE WAY THAT I CAUGHT YOU OFF GUARD
WITH SURPRISES, OR SPECIAL WORDS
THAT MAKES YOU OFTEN WONDER AND GUESS
OR MAYBE IT'S THE WAY I SHOW OFF MY BODY TO YOU
PUTTING MY LARGE ARMS AROUND YOU AS I FLEX
AND IT COULD AS BE THE ENDLESS ORGANISM
THAT YOU EXPERIENCE DURING A PASSIONATE NIGHT OF SEX
NO!!!!!! I'M SORRY, PLEASE FORGIVE ME
I HAVE NO IDEA OF WHAT I COULD'VE BEEN THINKING OF
NEVER MEANING TO USE THE WORD SEX
BUT I SHOULD HAVE SAID WHEN WE'RE MAKING LOVE
ALL OF THIS WRITING, AND THINKING OF YOU
MY BODY IS NOW CALLING FOR SOME SEXUAL HEALING
THERE'S A MEETING IN MY BEDROOM
AND YOU’RE INVITED IF YOU'RE WILLING
BUT BE SURE TO COME ALONE
BECAUSE YOU’RE WISH IS MY COMMAND AS I WELCOME YOU HOME
Take A Load Off Annie
We each form our little circles to gather around our little cliques
Loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips
As a student of the arts let us help one another to embark
A stone pavement if you look closer looks marble in texture
With a fever pitch noise we can each respect the texture
Out of sadness there lies mere madness
Take a load off Annie take a load for free
A song in our heat should light the spark of what it is were waiting for
There is a line being drawn in the sand you understand
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow
We shower the heads of people still it's gravitational pull brings some down
We hire personal lawyers to feed our greedy hearts & lives
Nature is battered with the earth crust swell
It's in God's hand that we may dwell
As in some caged fury through silence & pride
Just thank the good Lord above that I'm still alive
A promise that was made in the dark has now come to it's fullest light
Through blackened shadows of sullen mast
We should all just leave politics alone
Shattered by the mere silence as far as you may roam.
Just quit nagging ‘bout my time in the loo
Or I’ll deck you with that weird platform shoe
Yes, I like to read there, it’s the only quiet place
And the “scenery” is better than that look upon your face
Instead of complaining, make me some breakfast
Heaven knows why my heart you once possessed
Lord, what will this evening have in store
You think I’m gonna watch that chick flick once more
I’ve a better idea; the guys will be here soon
If you reveal my poker hand, I’ll send you to the moon
So warm up some treats and send the kids packin’
It’s bottle-by-bottle the booze I’ll be stackin’
Give me a break and take off that frilly dress
By the time the game’s over, the house will be a mess
And it’s all yours to clean, my ever-loving spouse
If the house isn’t tidy, you’ll hear me grouse
So take a load off now, while you still can
That load you carry needs a moving van
If you find me ill-tempered, then just take a hint
Bounce out that door with the pace of a sprint
*Written April 29, 2014
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