You girls are goooooood.

rub, after, glove, final

After I exercise, early each day,
I reach for pain relief, lotion or spray,
Sometimes I rub 'til, well enough to play.
No need for a glove, hands do what I say.
It's the final act, before I get to work,
And it makes feel good, new, and pert!

wonder, wander, why, whimsy

I don't even ask or wonder why,
When I get an urge to wander, bye,bye,
Taken by whimsy I go for a hunt,
Untethered and reckless, a bit flimsy and blunt,
'Tis fun to search over here, over there,
In forests, in parks, in trees, everywhere.
I look for hidden treasure and whatever I find,
Satisfies the ego and pleasures the mind.



New words,
Hunky, spunky, funky, clunky

My hubby is hunky,
funky and spunky;
I'm much more clunky,
though spunky when funky.
Funny how two
such diverse people decide
to cherish the funkiest,
clunkiest sides.


remember, fog, lighthouse, raft

words are funny
don't you see
phoneme changing
one, two, three
start with hunky
as it be
make it chunky,
adding 'C'
then switch 'H'
for 'L' to see
a new word made
pronounced 'clunky'
now for fun
'CL' bump please
to make a new word
put 'SP'

could leave it alone
just as it is
but more can be done
in less than a whiz
'spunky' we have
as you and I see
we'll take it along
and remove the 'SP'
What should we put
there in its place?
an 'F,' you say?
you make a good case
the word we now have
is the funniest yet
'funky, funky'
yeppers, you bet!

remember, fog, lighthouse, raft

come through the hollows of my mind
see me remember and help me to find
calm, sanity, freedom
the hopeful divine
~
please be my lighthouse in all of this fog
I'm blinded by more than the thickening bog
please hold my raw thoughts
throughout the long slog
~
out of the darkness and into the light
you've served as my raft on this muddy flight
sure, I'm still sick, but now quite alright
because you were there with me
all through the night

(I know, lame! you can give it a go, using EH's words, of course... I'll add four new words, too.)

seed, soul, whisp, spun

Chatty your posts, and your poems have made me laugh more times this week. Really. And Jabber, I think you pick the most interesting words. They are a challenge..and like Eagle and Gims have said; I think that is harder than writing the poem.

Come on poetry friends!
Jabber, Gims , Mustang Gal,
Eagle Heart, Chick, Chatty,
Dancing Dolphin, JJ and meeee!
I just felt like Santa calling his reindeer. Hee hee

Let’s dash away, dash away all!
And celebrate a poetry brawl!

Many a poetry site, I bet would turn green.
These poems are like nothin’ they’ve ever seen!

So my dear literate poetry friends,
Let’s eat chocolate till we get the bends!

We’ve earned it! You know it! It hasn’t been all easy.
So we’ll add some champagne, before we get queasy.

Let’s break the record, and make this the longest thread
This is the best brain jogging yet; it’s great for our heads.

So, hic…yum, yum, munch munch munch,
Just wanna say; ya’ll the bestest sweetest bunch!

( Oh and those empty spots in the box... the devil made me do it.)

seed, soul, whisp, spun

The seed had been planted since birth
In a whisp his soul she would eat
What a beautiful web she had spun
A beautiful web of deceit

doctor Paris chair wanted

doctor Paris chair wanted

I’m weary from traveling Europe,
I’m glad to be home in my chair,
I wanted to also see Paris
But just couldn’t get myself there.

The doctor says that I should stay home,
My knees and my brain need to rest
The creaking old joints just won’t budge now,
And the fog in my head’s quite a mess.

So here I shall sit and remember
The sights and the sounds of those days
In Rome and Madrid and Firenzi,
Marrakech, Lisbon, Pompeii…

But as wondrous and all that it was,
I have to affirm what’s been said,
That there really is no place like home
And I’m glad to be back in my bed!


cheesecake, chocolate, melting, glee

A week of rain - two days now... water steadily approaching our front door. Dish is out, which means no TV, so I'm reading off and on and spending my time on the computer - and loving it...

Ya'll don't mind me taking a crack at chick's words?... seems I butt in too much, hog the words, so to speak...

doctor Paris chair wanted

My doctor's name is Harris
He came to me from Paris
I wanted him to pluck some hair
He told me, "sit down in this chair"

I did just that, no hesitating
He knew right then I wasn't waiting
To have the hair pulled from my ear
There was so much I could not hear

His first try was kind of weird
He tried to trim it like a beard
It didn't work, he made that clear
So he got a volunteer

Nurse Patool came to the room
To sit quietly by a boom
On the boom there was a chain
And a claw hooked to a crane

With a flinch, I was to see
Ol' Doc Harris on one knee
He ducked the boom as it swung near
Taking with it my whole dang ear

I've not seen Doc in many years
I do not trust him with my ears
The one I lost that dreadful day
Is in my purse for sure to stay

cheesecake, chocolate, melting, glee


Is that a cheesecake calling to me?
I promised myself I would not cheat

Is that chocolate laughing with glee?
Edelweiss put it up to teasing me

Is that ice cream melting away?
I watch it melting with great dismay

Is that pie taunting me, too?
What's a fatty suppose to do

So many treats temptingly good
I best ignore, as I know I should


thread, broke, hurt, end