she cannot get too warm; she is always cold
This granddaughter of mine, with hair so fine.
She is a little shy, introverted, not big and bold
Wearing knitted leg warmers that are mine.
She is bundled up in a sweater bulky and white
wrapped up in a comforter full of duck down too
Will she ever get warm? I wondered that night
The night that the pilot light went out in the flue.
This is not a desirable write but an unforgettable narrative.
When I first heard Stevie Wonder's song about being born in
Little Rock and having a childhood sweetheart, I immediately
thought about my own childhood sweetheart. The song title
was, 'I was made to love her'.
I was born in a little community called Mattson.
She was born in the big city of Memphis.
Our relationship was not like Stevie's.
I do not recall ever holding her hand, and
the possibilities were hard to understand.
Sweetheart doesn't always mean
satisfying, touching, and mutuality.
From start to finish, it seemed we were always
worlds apart. We met because she occasionally visited
her grandparents who lived near me and my folks.
Some childhood heart warmers are just that, and
are never meant to proceed beyond into adulthood.
Stevie's song title, "I Was Made To Love Her",
could not apply to my childhood sweetheart.
Destiny often calls for a different drum beat.
We went our separate ways both emotionally and
physically, and I found the real love of my life. I'm
happy to say that our hearts have been sweet toward
each other for more than 50 years.
I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.
—Groucho Marx
Adventure is just bad planning.
—Roald Amundsen
Must Be A Carnival
Lady, what did you see
advertised? Boat leaves the dock.
Your apparel, a shock.
Going cruis’n…cruis’n you say.
No time
to be lose’n.
Lady, did you pack light? …for
romantic nights. Take a peek
out the window. It’s after dark.
Tourists, look a bit screwy,
you’re near. Must be a Carnival,
it’s not.
This ship is a swing’n.
Everyone’s going out
for some drink’n.
You weren’t expecting
hot chocolate. Your Summer dress
blow’n in Alaskan winds.
The cold wrapping your legs
sans warmers. Your sandals
flopping upon the deck.
Lady, people are staring.
Have you beamed aboard?
Did someone blindfold you?
Were you buffaloed? Petunia,
are you dense? Pretense,
that you are at ease.
“I meant to dress this way.”
or perhaps it was a dare.
Daring for sure.
Lady, the ship looks a bit
lopsided,
with you.
Nice warm fuzzy socks
my favorite toe warmers
even in the cold
Spring has long taken off
its Bermuda shorts.
Hawaiian shirts are left
on tree-lines to fade
under a red-faced sun.
If there are worms in the dry earth
the Robins cannot reach them,
and now scramble after
bugs on baking walls.
No one complains
except the English
and polar bears.
Hardship in America
is just called climate.
In Gentlemen's Clubs
strippers
have turned-off the stage lights,
sweat flop
cannot hold a slippery dollar.
Motel ice-machines
have succumbed to heatstroke
and only dispense
a crunchy tepid drool.
Global warmers pant
for cold beers.
Armageddon is near,
but in pats of Alaska,
summer
is just called
a milder shade of winter.
I love Mittens; they're so warm and cosy.
When harsh winds blow, that makes cheeks rosy
Thick woollen mittens do the trick
These are the hand warmers my hands pick.
Just slip your hand inside the mitt
The opening is like a slit
With a thumb at the side
Which your thumb will comfortably slide.
Mittens are so easy to wear
No way fussy gloves can compare,
Fingers can freely wiggle,
In mittens, you do not have to jiggle
Your fingers, one by one,
Like some,
Who's hands prefer gloves.
My hands like to feel free,
Gloves are too restricting for me,
It takes time to take them off
Gloves are worn mainly by toffs.
Hands of toffs are not smitten
Wearing casual, cosy mittens,
We use our hands every day
So they're entitled to have their say,
Mittens, Mittens, every time
Hands think mittens are divine,
Casual, warm, and so cosy,
When harsh winds blow, that makes
Cheeks rosy
31.12.2022
Here at the back-end of March
here at the epi-center of normal
daffodils death-dance in the snow and sleet,
squirrels return to dray's
seeking shelter from the unpredictable,
this helter-skelter weather.
Tomorrow we may simmer
in winter warmers
the sun flirt with rays of Spring fire,
but not until sheep and lions
give birth to roaring lambs,
will our doormats transition
to round-the-clock muddy welcomes.
Metro Louisville streets, the promise of a stiff drink
A 20 sack of weed
Heavy blankets in the back when I need to dream
Hand warmers from Dollar Tree
A few one dollar can teas.
Its week three,
Flattened in the back seat
In the winter, freezing
Swiping left and right for warm sheets and a release
Tonight I wont worry about where I will sleep
I only packed enough food for a week
Eating is a treat
From your family to your friends,
To the very breath you’re taking in.
There’s so much to be thankful for,
Having family is what I’m grateful for.
The thoughts of loved ones resonate,
In the hearts of those around us.
When their time has come and gone,
Lean on their strong spirit to lead you on.
The holidays are meant for the family,
Unfortunately, not everyone has a family.
Let’s aim to be a family reformer,
Rather than a group of bench warmers.
Peace, love, friendship and joy,
Are feelings that we all enjoy.
From the turkey to the gifts,
It’s time to start making your list.
I will go back in time to the 1980's when I was still a young girl,
loved watching the movie Flash dance;
then, leaping in a Footloose trance,
and with hope took a hip hop chance.
Yes, even back then although much was happening I took a twirl,
brother just played his PacMan game;
John Lennon was murdered- oh shame,
and Michael Jackson was the name.
In my room- with leg warmers and a boombox blaring I would whirl,
oh, the challenger and crew lost;
Mount Helen erupts with a cost,
wore ray sunglasses in the frost.
ET, Thriller and then moon walking with My Little Pony- I swirl
oh, Rubik's Cube my brother's thing;
to my childhood I wished to cling,
and with Whitney Houston to sing.
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November 5, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/A Girls View of the 1980's
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1082-891-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Remembering the 1980's
sponsor, Michelle Faulkner
Third Place
Leg warmers flop and fold
Embracing tender ankles
Adored by suitors
Ready to heal with bouquets
And accolades.
Balanced, extended,
Moving off air,
Like flowers, forever stretching
Kicking up relevé
Like the aromatic main floor of
An old department store
at Christmas.
Their limbs like flowers,
Forever fragrant.
snowfall
bedtime and the dogs
all cuddled in
Note: For Turbo, Charger, Zeus, and Pip--my four little bed warmers!
The Bench Warmers!
I Always confused
About the ladders we called
I wonder, where things went wrong
I'm thinking thinking
I keep asking myself
Where are the sensitive young adults?
So saddened the future leaders Are now the future robbers
If I could asked
Where does it started?
All around it is from the grassroots
Our class Reps are the yam beetles
Our school and departmental presidents
Are now the maize weevils
Our so called honourables
Are just the bench warmers
They are not
Ambassadors of this nation
They just destroy layers
The so called senators
Are just the noise makers
They are termites that destroyed treasures.
® © 20/7/17. Abdul Wakeel "Young Writer" All right reserved.. I'm a writer of progress..
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We mostly stick with basics
When we make a major buy,
So recommended bells and whistles
Seem to pass us by.
Yet today we took possession
Of our brand-new Subaru
And to get new safety features,
We were forced to upgrade, too.
For the first time, we’ve a moon roof
We can open for some air,
Which I think I will enjoy, although
I didn’t think I’d care.
We have fog lights and a camera
To provide a view behind
And both seat and wiper warmers,
Which in winter I won’t mind.
There are sensors that start beeping
If you drift from here to there
And the visors have extenders
To reduce the threat of glare.
So I wonder if to basics
This will make me bid farewells
For I think I can get used to
All these whistles and these bells!
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