Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money don’t grow on trees.” I save the salt from chocolate squeeze. To my stew you are added. Flavor has beenContinue reading “Waste not. Want not.”
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Lazy Saturday
Hanging out with fam-ends. Basketball on the t.v. Lazy Saturday. Pop in my glass. Snacks on the bar. Lazy Saturday. Cold outside. Ham’s baked. Lazy Saturday. Dogs asleep in their beds. Tie game. Lazy Saturday. Scalloped potatoes in the oven. Wait! We’re ahead. Lazy Saturday. Need more days like this. Relaxing. Lazy Saturday. Let’s celebrate.Continue reading “Lazy Saturday”
What is this feeling I feel inside?
What is this feeling I feel inside? Am I getting sick? This I cannot abide. Tired. Don’t won’t too. Drained. I make myself use my brain. Am I fighting a loosing battle? It feels like with a burden, I’ve been saddled. As I sit here staring at this computer screen, thinking about home. Would itContinue reading “What is this feeling I feel inside?”
Move Me
Can you do it? Can you move me? What’s the point? I bet you can’t. Move me! Are these tears of joy or tears of defeat? Move me. Tomorrow never comes. Yesterday will never come again. Move me. My body is tired. My mind is cloudy. Move me. I see others movements. Good for them.Continue reading “Move Me”
My Place
I know my place. I’m the loyal one. I know my place. I’m the dependable one. I know my place. I’m the one you know will be there. I know my place. Everything has a home. A space where it belongs. I know my place. I follow the rules. I know my place. I’m notContinue reading “My Place”
Come get me
I want to curl up inside you. As I sit here freezing. My bones dried out from the cold. I want to feel all the warmth you have to give. Run, run as long as the electricity allows. Or until your motor dies, run. Unthaw my cold skin. My ice block feet. My brittle toes.Continue reading “Come get me”
10th Street
I pass this sign almost every day. Attention, I do not pay. After 2 years of passing this sign; in my mind, I resign- to the fact I can’t remember. A dying ember. 10th Street, nothing grand. Attention, it does not command. Who fell in love under the 10th street sign? Who said, ‘this spotContinue reading “10th Street”
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Thankful
I’m thankful for so much. I thought I’d try putting it into verse. From the birth of Jesus, my lord and savior. To the heater at my feet, giving me its favor. Coffee in my cup, tasty and warm. The sun shinning outside my window, nature it will adorn. Though it doesn’t have a lotContinue reading “Thankful”
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