deep...
and the new words are?

New words are the old words: anchor, bypass, creepy, disenchant!

I wanna see what y'all come up with. Your brains work more
efficiently than mine does! And I love the lyrics others mold.

Chick,
What happened to the baby chick? Why the cryin' eye? Isn't a chickadee suppose to look like a chick?????

anchor, bypass, creepy, disenchant


Sailing along the coastline through a creepy thick fog,
I felt disenchanted and lonely, as I called out to God.
I needed to be strong without my big skipper man,
Instead I feel weak and fragile, just wanting to find land.

We had a little quarrel, and I took off in a huff,
Leaving him to himself, “enuff is enuff!”
I drove to our boat and hoisted the sail,
“I’m a woman and am strong!” Over the waves I’d wail.

But as soon as I bypassed the adventure to loneliness,
I wished to be again a pampered protected princess.
I held on the rudder and began to contemplate,
Is this really what I want? Is this really my fate?

When out in the distance, a sputtering I heard,
Was it a plane, a boat, a splashing big bird?
It was my hubby, putt putting his way over to me,
I was never so glad and thankful, and oh so very happy.

He threw out a rope, and I pulled up the anchor.
He cried out, “Shall I save the damn woman or sink her!”
Laughing, he exclaimed as he towed me ashore
“You sure can be mean, but never a bore!”

New picture

Brotherly Love

The summer sky is azure blue,
as I happily run alongside you.

Our kite is multi colored,
like a rainbow on a string.

It soars above the summer fields of flowers,
we chase along guiding it for what seems like hours.

Theres is nothing as sweet big brother dear,
as sharing fun times on a summers day so clear.

Chatty, I love the phrase "...like a rainbow on a string."

Edelweiss3,
I love that poem you did 'bout sailing alone and hubby rescuing you. That was too cool!

Happily Flyin' A Kite

Out in the field,
He's flying a kite,
He knows what he's doin',
And doin' it right.
An aviation genius,
Is that kid brother of mine,
He angles the string,
Kite's flyin' just fine.

I watch as bro's kite,
Flies high in the breeze,
It's bouncin' like fluff,
Far above all the trees.

That kite looks like,
A windsock in mid-air.
Hours of childhood,
We spent right there,
Out in that field,
wild flowers and all,
No work 'n worries,
Or never on call.

Often my mind doth revisit those days,
I feel warm winds a blowin',
And see pastures of hay.
There's my kid brother, flyin' his kite,
In the windy brightness,
Of sunshine's sweet light.

And me, there I am, jealous of what flies,
Birds flappin' their wings,
And the dove's mournful cry.
It isn't fair, birds fly around,
And leave me standin',
Down here on the ground.

Chats,
I like that "rainbow on a string," line too. Cool!

So, how about the new words being 'rainbow, string, line, cool?'

Cool, gims!

Rainbow, string, line, cool

Morning Revelry

The sting of morning memories
Cooled my soul like shards of ice
Raindrops lined the window
Then soaked my heart and eyes.

I closed myself to the onslaught
Knowing there’s no use going there
I resolutely turned away
And went back down the stairs.

I made some tea, and sipped it slow
And let it soothe my mind
Then gazed in wonder at the light
That sprinkled through the blinds

A rainbow full of colour
Stretched bright across the sky
So close it touched my forehead
It was joyously sublime.


(Can I leave the same four words for others to try?)
Rainbow, line, string, cool