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Mamaws and Papaws

These two are for Joseph and Idella, my mother's parents :
 
Sayings
Funny, southern
Attentive, inquiring, divulging
"Shut your mouth wide open!"
Mamaw
 
Vegetables
John Deere
Planting, fertilizing, watering
Working, filling the freezer
Papaw
 
These two are for Emmett and Lurlene, my father's parents :
 
Biscuits
Mouth watering
Cooking, cleaning, crocheting
Praying, loving family, soaps
Mamaw
 
Old Spice
Shaving cup
Whipping fragrant foam
Clean shaven,smiling, bald
Papaw

Copyright © Patricia Prescott | Year Posted 2011



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Bull Frog Serenade

Gentle spring rain
Bull frogs sing
Melody of tadpoles to come

Copyright © Patricia Prescott | Year Posted 2011

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I am truly thankful for all my Poetry Soup Friends. May you all have a very blessed 
Thanksgiving.

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Copyright © Patricia Prescott | Year Posted 2009

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Marie

Darkness falling quickly, hurry, must hurry
Stumble, run, faster, the kinfolks will worry
The swamp comes to life with fading of light
One could die, lost here in blackness of night
Bull frog croaks thunder through dense cypress trees
Hoot owl calls "Whooo's this foool?", I fall to my knees
Through the mist, I see moonlit sand of a path 
Heart pounding, I pray to be free of swamp's wrath
Frantically fighting the roots and the muck
Deeper and deeper, in quicksand I'm stuck
Fear of moving, sinking further down, down
Wild, screeching, shrill laughter rings 'round and 'round
Ears ring, body frozen, my soul fills with woe
I'm trapped in the lair of Marie Laveau
Claws extend, intent on my skin to tear
She cackles her anger "How dare you tread here!"
The fog clears, I open my eyes to see
Big, glowing, green eyes looking back at me
Marie licks my face with her sandpaper tongue
My room is aglow with the light of the sun
She purrs in my ear "A new day's begun".

Copyright © Patricia Prescott | Year Posted 2012

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The Old Shade Tree

Ancient limbs outstretched
Gnarled fingers, October confetti
entwined gray locks streaming
Damp wind swaying old arms
Obscure wildcat echoes her pain
with hair raising primal screaming
Soon her cloak of Autumn colors gone
stripped bare, naked to the world
Spring fashion in dormant dreaming

Copyright © Patricia Prescott | Year Posted 2012

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Traveling Salesman

Look at you standing there,
intent on getting a foot in the door,
to be let in from the street.
Ardent solicitor, gentleman of the road.
Alas! But you are no gentleman!
Refreshed and confident,
returning from your summertime retreat.
Much to your dismay,
as you studiously scan my face,
you find no sign of exaltation,
not so much as a trace.
Gazing at your melancholy smile,
I listen to your skillfull disguised lies,
as you conceal selfish motives
all the while.
The merchandise you are promoting
I simply will not buy.
The emotional cash flow 
is in very depleted supply.
So gather the sales pitch 
and your promotions,
move on to your next client,
seller of dreams, canvasser of lust.
This heart will save it's passions 
for a product it can trust.

Copyright © Patricia Prescott | Year Posted 2009

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The Reminder


Sunlight streams through misty haze
God touches His fingertips to earth
Springtime says good bye cold days 
Beauty He sends reminds us our worth

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The Discovery

I have discovered 
a peaceful place within my being.
No longer a prisoner of my own fears.
Fears that crippled and devoured 
my spirit for years.
At ease with myself
in this place in time,
no feelings of dependence,
a feeling most sublime.
No more my existence
and emotions, do you control. 
In my own decisions, my own destiny,
will I play the leading role.
Freedom so dear is now within touch.
My spirit soaring
with hope and promise, 
the sustenance needed so much.
A fading shadow of what once was ,
your eyes will be seeing,
as I grow and thrive 
in this place, I have discovered,
within my own being.

Copyright © Patricia Prescott | Year Posted 2009

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No More Lip Service!

Thought you had me 
in your grip.
My mind you violated 
and tried to rip.
My self respect
you did not strip.
Stuck out my foot
and made you trip.
While you were down,
I gave you the slip.
Never more to listen
to your abusive,
blippity,blip, lip!




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The Traveler

Melodious sad tune,
sung in June.
Deep, reminescent sigh.
What roads will be 
traveled in July?

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