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Ode to a New Love

 

In a room full of people, I knew

That moment I truly was hooked

Together we simply must be

It wasn’t just the way that you looked.

 

Everyone needs a true love

Someone who makes your heart quiver

All through the day and into the night

You make my skin start to shiver.

 

Your breath touches my arm and I smile

You embrace my body at night

Enclose me, protect me

Make everything right.

 

The days we’re together are cool

Even though the heat can be felt

The nights once were unkind

But you have a way and they melt.

 

I wish others could know of this joy

So I have become a petitioner

My summer consort becomes

My love, my air conditioner.

Memories fade

Another Blast from my Past. It made me smile when I reread it. I hope it makes you smile and remember fondly those in your past.

 

 

When I was a child the world was my oyster and I was always shucking for pearls. I had a wonderful childhood. Unfortunately I have noticed that some of my memories are starting to fade. That is a very sad thing. But you have to understand not everything I did as a child or youth deserves to be remembered. Trust me there are quite a few things I would prefer to forget. I would if I could but I can’t so I won’t.

We have reached that time of year when we celebrate our parents. (Something we should do every day kids!) I find that I’m forgetting things. I forget the way it felt when my father used to pick me up when I fell asleep in the car. I was a small child and I would inevitably snooze in the back seat. I would be half awake when he picked me up and I can remember nuzzling against his chin. He smelled so safe, so warm. But I can’t remember how his arms felt. It was more than 50 years ago and we are not computers. Some things will fade.

As I was growing up my mother always made me my favourite meal on my birthday. It was seafood crepes with a pecan pie for dessert. I’ve forgotten what the crepes tasted like. I’ve had other crepes since but I haven’t had hers in probably 25 or 30 years. Probably haven’t thought about them in that amount of time either.

But on Mother’s Day and Father’s Day I remember. I remember them every day. And I miss them. We all have had people in our lives that we miss when they are gone.  I believe that my mother is sitting on my shoulder with a grin on her face saying: “tsk tsk tsk, do you really want that second cookie?” I can see my father out of the corner of my eye: hands in his pockets, wearing a knit vest, smiling and shaking his head “damn kids”. We were loved. I have not stopped loving my parents since I lost them. And I haven’t really lost them as they are a part of me. They made me, they helped me become the person I am today. Thanks Mom, thanks Dad. I love you.

A Kernel of Truth

 

A kernel of truth

From your lips I expect

Instead I am hearing

Of a Colonel you decked?

 

That notwithstanding

I asked for your word

So please be forthcoming

And say what you heard!

 

You swear it’s a bird

That doesn’t make sense

Why would a fowl

Jump over your fence?

 

Lady I’m here

To deal with a crime

So lose all this nonsense

And stop all the rhyme!!

A Tale of a Tail

 

A tale of a tail

Attached to a rat

Who wanted some cheese

That belonged to a cat

 

Our cat loved to play

All day with a string

But it had been taken

By a dog who could sing

 

Now the cat knew the dog

Just wanted a bone

That belonged to a man

Who lived on his own

 

But the man was annoyed

That his home had a mouse

Who scurried around

All over of the house

 

If the mouse could be caught

Then the bone would be tendered

The string would drawn

And the cheese would be rendered

 

Horrid the deeds

Would need to be done

Death and defying

Was the character of none

 

So the tale of this tail

Will end on a high

In the house of the man

They all settled for pie!

Misbehaving

 

I plan to misbehave

And do the things I shouldn’t

All because of Them

Who told me that I couldn’t

 

For all those years I was my best

And did as I was asked

Now’s the time to have some fun

I have become unmasked

 

Lights left on in empty rooms

A burner far too big

I even said a word out loud

My Mom would flip her wig

 

Evil deeds will be the norm

I left my door unlocked

I’ve changed my path from good to bad

I fear I’ll be defrocked!

 

People now will curse my name

Those who cared will weep

Misbehaving’s hard to do

I think it’s back to sleep

 

Perhaps another day I’ll try

To throw away my chains

Until that time I’ll rest with ease

And count my many gains

The Comma Rules!

“After eating my siblings and I left the table.”   “After eating, my siblings and I left the table.” That changes things doesn’t it?

Now I love my siblings, preferable without a side of fries. I also love to play with words. The marrying of simple nous and verbs and other strange technical babbling can bring someone to tears or give them a great belly laugh. Words can make you think, change your opinion or show you the truth. Unless . . . .

Ill spoken, or written, words will achieve nothing. Except perhaps to fill up space on a page. Even well written words can only have a life if they are read. It is a relationship, a marriage if you will, between the writer and the reader. It may only last a few seconds or a few minutes but it can be intense and fulfilling. However . . .

The words may be perfection but their arrangement may be skewed. If you have to reread a sentence several times to understand it’s meaning then, perhaps, it is not arranged correctly. Punctuation helps to guide us through the words in order to make sense of them. And we could all use a little more sense.

I was never taught grammar in school. As a child I read voraciously and I had parents who would not accept slang. I either spoke correctly or I went hungry. Ok, it wasn’t that bad. I learned by example. In school I was put into an advanced group for reading because it was thought I understood the mechanics of the English language, I did not. Oops.

I use punctuation to make the sentences make sense to me. I do it by ear. As a writer I also, sometimes intentionally, do not follow the rules. Especially when writing poetry, there is a rhythm, a cadence that is important. But also as a writer it is important to be understood.

I once asked the question: “. . .  if no one reads your words do they matter?” The answer is yes! Even if it’s only to me.