#13
Covid kept us home
so we could discover
who we are
and what we want
and how to get it.
Life isn’t meant to be spent
in an office cubicle
closed up with artificial lighting.
White Sneaker – Hour 14
I loved to run back then
yes I did I used to
I ran through the forest
and way past the glen
as they all used to say
Then one day
my father he
passed away
and malevolent stepmom
moved in to stay
I cooked and I cleaned
I swept and I sewed
Nothing I did was good
enough for her now
I donned my white sneakers
Going out for a run
for an almost woman
this was my kind of fun
My stepmom she stopped me
dead at the door
Said you’ll not be out running
around here anymore
On my feet were my sneakers white
as a cloud I started to run with her
henchmen a-coming behind me wielding their guns
A whinny I heard it was definitely a whine
A horse was in trouble I could
not be unkind
My legs they flew to find the hurt
horse I knew I heard crying
Just there in the woods lay a man
quite knocked out
His horse I could see his leg he held up
I spoke softly to him
that I’d be right there
I must first to your owner offer my aid
The young man I shook
wasn’t young as I thought
His kerchief and trousers
cost more than my truck!
He roused and sat rubbed
his head and sore neck
then looked up at me saying,
Oh what the heck?
It seems his great steed had twisted
his leg causing this huge lovely
man to take quite a fall
I moved to stroke the animals neck
then bent down to check there was no break
in his leg
Within moments I found
a stone of measurable size
removed it and saw thanks in his eyes
Just then those bad men
employed by fathers wife
stood around with their
guns threatening my life
but the horse though lame
put up quite a fight gave me room
to run gave me time to take flight
One lace of my shoe was the horse
standing on and pulled it right
off my foot as I passed
I ran and I ran but no more
could I run and the men
they grabbed me and dragged me
back home
The rest of the story you all know
quite well The horsemen did find me
The shoe fit me swell and we live happily ever after – my stepmom not so well
At the edge
At the edge
From her little corner
Hesitant
Fearful
Looking down
At the edge of the party
Timidity
Self doubt
Doesn’t allow her leave the edge
Her feet are rooted
Just at the verge
Her head screams yeah
Her heart screams nay
Fear of the unknown
Keeps her from tipping over the edge
She remains just at the periphery
Wishing
But, never doing
Zombie
Zombie
It is dark
The streets are rain slicked and deserted
Thunder rumbles overhead
Promising yet another downpour
A few cars are seen driving past
As a lonely figure walks almost with calculated steps
One feet before the other
Same pace, unhurriedly
Same pace, mechanically
She is dressed scantily
A pair of bum shorts and a halter top
The rain starts to fall, abruptly
Her gait still isn’t hastened
Her eyes are fixed in a stare
Unblinking and uncaring for she is stoned
Shot so high she doesn’t realise she is soaked
She continues without thought down the road
Totally zombied
In my world
In my world
Anything you say can be used not against you
But for my good
My muse is mostly gotten from a word or phrases spoken
Thanking you
Keep all the goodly, muse filled speeches encapsulating the words I need, coming right back at Solape😄
Soft centre
Soft centre
Easily misled
Skillfully manipulated
As she has no mind of her own
Swayed by the ways of men
Turned aside by flimsy reasoning
Always going along with the crowd
A soft centre that cannot hold
One that disintegrates under any pressure
Yesterday is mine, tomorrow is yours
Yesterday is mine, tomorrow is yours
I revelled in the attention
I basked in the love
All eyes were upon me
I was in my element…yesterday
Tomorrow is yours
None dare take it away
It is your time to be worshipped
Your time to be the very epicentre of attraction
Tomorrow and other tomorrows are all yours
Make full use of it…absent regret
Couldn’t Keep Her (Hour 13)
She came to me at five weeks old
a bundle of joy a most
definite beauty to behold
Six months old and she tripled in size
Curiosity rode high
in her amber wolf eyes
Her stubborn streak began she started
to balk at my commands – She’d dart for the door
and she ran and ran
She decided she was boss
of my little docile
Leaving me with a huge sense of loss
My little grandson had come
to live with us now, an obstinate
wolf pup would have to go
The trainer came and took her
away to stay with him then he
could find another home for her there
Miserable I was and cried every night
without her by my side
I slept in a constant state of fright
Three long months later
I gave the trainer a call
I can’t do without her, no not at all
His voice betrayed the smile
I could not see, you’ve just received
three months training for free!
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Facials…facelifting?
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We can make…and break
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Whatever cuisine or wines you can think of, is on our handsome and robust menu. Properties in choice locations and automobiles, as well!
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Just dream it!
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