Tag: poetry

Saturday Poem

Saturdays of my 

Youth were spent 

Vacuuming floors and

Dusting furniture:

Household chores my

Mom insisted be done

Before any of us could

Have weekend fun. 

Friends would call with

Invitations, but until

Our home shone

Like a pretty penny

There was no reprieve.

Hatred of housework

Is too mild a phrase to

Explain my feelings then,

And even now I detest those

Chores that kept us all

Shut in.

Romantic daydreams

Helped such days go by;

Some days I was a servant girl

On others a glamorous spy.

I’d sing plaintive tunes and

Dance with my broom, 

Cinderella had nothing on me,

But no fairy godmother ever

Came to set this princess free.

 I am not a domestic goddess, despite my mom’s efforts to make me one. 

Peace, people!

Lazy

L is for Lackadaisical 

A is for Apathetic 

Z is for Zoned out

Y is for Yawning

In retrospect, I should have titled this piece “Cat.”  

Let sleeping cats lie

Lazily in sun’s warm rays

Purring soon follows.

 

Cat looking sleepy

Lulled into hypnotic state

Do not be deceived!

Poetry Month

April showers bring…

Poetry!

Every day, until the

First of May. 

May my future 

Endeavors achieve

Much higher

Levels of artistic

Value than the

One you are

Reading now.

Setting the bar pretty low. 😉

  

Dental Visit

Open wide, don’t flinch

Now you’ll feel a little pinch

Then only numbness.

You call that a pinch?

Sonofabitch I’m wounded

Grievously woonthed.

Thit, now my tongue ith athleep.

Thit, thit, thit, thit, thit.

Here’s one of my all-time favorite episodes of the Carol Burnett show. 

http://youtu.be/1CSJw96SAeM

Hooray for Hollywood

If you were involved in a movie, would you rather be the director, producer, or lead actor? (Note: You cannot be the writer)

Scene one, Take five:

This time, relax into the kiss.

That’s right. 

Make him think you trust him.

Cut!

Don’t maul him, caress him.

Let’s go again.

Take six:

Look into her eyes.

Taste her femininity.

Inhale her scent.

Cut!

I said inhale! Not debauch!

Again, people! Where’s the subtlety?

Take seven:

Touch his lips with your fingertips.

Good.

Lean in.

Beautiful.

Hold that kiss. 

Just so.

Join hands. 

Sigh into him.

Holy cow, this is good stuff.

That’s a wrap people. 

Give ‘Em L Tour Ending

All good things, 

They say

Must end. 

I want to know

Who are “they”

And why must I 

Listen to them?

 The three L’s leaving our mark on the beach at St. George Island, Florida, March 23, 2015.

These were a few of our favorite –ings:

Shopping

Wining

Dining

Exploring

Talking

Laughing

Reminiscing

 Lauren, Ponce de Leon, Leslie, and Lila, at The Fountain of Youth, March 25, 2015.

Leslie and Lila at The Spanish Sugar Mill in DeLeon Springs, FL, March 25, 2015.

 Lila and Lauren at The Blue Parrot, Saint George Island, March 23, 2015.

 Lauren, joined by two little folks at DeLeon Springs. One of my favorite pictures of the week.

Why is it that 

Spring break weeks

Take forever to arrive, 

Yet end almost as

Soon as they’ve begun?

That’s a question 

For the wise folks

Among us, and 

Certainly I am not one.

 

Peace, People!

Changing of the Purse

Seasons change

Clothes lighten up

Blacks and browns

Turn coral and lemon

Toes peek out of shoes

Nails painted prettily

Legs smoothed

Exfoliated.

When the task can no 

Longer be ignored a

Shift is made from

Old to new handbag.

Grimly the former is 

Held upside down, 

Its contents laid bare 

Upon a quilt:

Six quarters, two nickles, 

One dime, and many

Pennies.

Individually wrapped 

Toothpicks and breath mints,

A bottle of Advil and a 

Tube of hand cream.

Keys on a jingly ring and two

Tubes of lip balm.

Plus a wad of paper receipts.

Into the new bag go the

Necessary items. But at 

One time, everything felt

Necessary.

  

Frog Chorus

I. Sun sets over lake
Rousing chorusing begins
Syncopated frogs.

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https://www.etsy.com/listing/125730184/california-florida-chicago-yankee-doodle

II. Sing it again frog,
Your beautiful song of night.
Nature’s lullaby.

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III. Thousands chirruping
Signal another day’s done
Melodic strains rise.

http://youtu.be/8fWjKQaPc0c

If I Were a Cat

If I were a cat

I’d be badass

I’d claim a spot in the

Sun and I’d give it up for

No one.

If I were a cat

I’d attack anything

That moved like

My sister’s tail or the 

Shadow teasing me on the

Wall or the admittedly fake 

Mouse on a string.

If I were a cat I’d run lickety split

From room to room and

Then turn and run back the

Way I’d come. 

I’d hop sideways just 

Because I can.

I’d find the highest point in the

Room and make it mine.

If I were a cat I would

Meow pitifully in the

Dead of the night until

My people become 

Concerned and come to

My aid.

If I were a cat.













Glimpses

A glimpse of a 

red barn 

tucked behind a 

stand of trees 

calling me home

beckoning.

A sighting of a

cardinal flitting

branch to branch

calling to his

mate, come 

home.

If home is where

the heart is,

then home is 

where you are.