Oh, what to do, oh what to do?
My day is free, and the sky is blue.
There’s chores to do, my list is long.
My old guitar needs a new song.
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I’ve coffee for sippin’, a chair for sittin’,
and that morning sun’s warmin’ my heart.
The birds are singin’ and peace it’s bringin’,
so far, a mesmerizin’ start.
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Welcome back to Hannahbelle’s folly
where dreams broken yet most stayed jolly.
The factory was shut, tourist didn’t stay,
the impatient grew impatient for a better day.
Most old town folk not wanting to go
agreed to a change in the Hannahbelle show.
Their now was the present, past’s time of old,
the gooey center betwixt is this tale told.
It starts with Charlie, who lacked business sense.
All money made was but half his expense.
Having won the factory therefore the town,
he became a fair leader, albeit a clown.
Yet a kinder soul there could never be.
All hungers fed, anytime, always free.
The workers prospered with newfound wealth,
not only from raises but dental and health.
The village glistened, all gloom washed away.
Their Renaissance grew brighter each passing day.
Charlie married soon after, a remarkable bride,
their love for each other they couldn’t hide.
Hannahbelle followed within that same year.
She’s properly pampered and handled with care.
By noble decree the eldest of elders proclaimed;
In honor of Charlie the towns to be renamed.
A contest was held to find the best name.
Most of the entries were all the same.
The town’s new name was Hannahbelleville,
from miles around people came for the thrill.
With towers of brick placed one at a time
all topped with a bell for the hourly chime.
The windows sparkled, doors welcomed all.
Just step right in and we’ll all have a ball.
Neat lines form long to be part of the show.
There are twists and turns wherever you go.
A bib and bags are given free at the door
to save what’s left for when you want more.
Ponchos welcome but most haven’t a care,
sweet diversions are why they’re all here.
Where chocolate waterfalls splash at their base,
what a tasty surprise to the passerby’s face.
There are also cakes, cookies and candies galore.
There’s shirts and hats at the little gift store.
The shelves always stocked, but not for long,
their prices are good so sales are strong.
On paper everything seemed OK.,
until a new town sprouted across the bay.
This new town was grander, factory too.
They stole Charlie’s recipes, yet he hadn’t a clue.
They built a new park with rides big and small.
It’s better than Hannahbelles that had none at all.
The competition soon became bold and brutal.
The rivals charged half for twice the strudel!
Though Charlie’s reluctant to change his way,
he worked all the harder without any pay.
Then Hannahbelle’s tuition became overdue,
not just one term but quite a few.
She’d have to go home without a degree.
The long spring stretched, she worked as three.
Side by side the little family all toiled.
Cooking and cleaning and keeping things oiled.
Summer arrived and thoughts were blooming.
She had to think fast, payday was looming.
Then a plan was hatched to save the day.
She called her classmates to all have a say.
Her idea was shared to change their fates.
The chefs and chemists mixed heated debates.
Mathematicians integrated their permutations.
The statisticians juggled interpolations.
The engineers tinkered to make all precise.
Artist’s flourished to make all look nice.
A manager’s needed to book weekend bands.
Then there’s the overhead and two hired hands.
There are taxes, tariffs and hidden fees.
We’ve a lawyer’s retained to shoot the breeze.
Bankers were safe with their calculations.
The accountants left to balance frustrations.
Our writers wrote slogans, jingles and ads.
Their pieces placed in papers for new I.T. grads.
A final test given for last minute tweaks.
Then code was input by computer geeks.
The output emerged and everyone’s thrilled.
Soon teeth and tummies both less filled.
It’ll be safe to consume whenever you please.
They’ll never melt and cannot freeze.
There’s no a messy wrappers or sticky streets.
When enjoying the new Hannahbelle binary treats.
Though you will need a dongle for a spare port,
to call up our server of cheese mocha torte.
You can try any flavor you think to choose,
try them all, there’s nothing to loose
We’ve green apple slush and warm fuzzy peach.
There’s seven billion in all, that’s one for each.
Just fill in the form and enter your pin.
Sit back, relax and let the digiconfection begin.
Pay what you can, take what you need.
The business is sweet without any greed.
And after all the bills are paid,
what’s left is ours; it’s what we’ve made.
What was made is what we make.
What Hannahbelle makes icing on her cake.
Hannahbelles treats now second to none,
without competition you’ve already won.
And as the creator of all that’s digiconfectionary,
she’s thought now to be a true visionary.
A university was founded, tuition’s free.
Hannahbelle was first to earn a degree.
Soon she was mayor of Hannahbelleville.
She could serve for life and probably will.
The company grew large, built in its niche.
Everyone did well, though no one got rich.
Hannahbelle shares all her profits and good will.
So all ends happily in Hannahbelleville.
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One thousand kisses each morning,
a thousand more every night,
ten thousand more in between,
fulfill our days delight.
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One thousand thoughts about her,
a thousand dreams I’ve known,
ten thousand days or more,
we’ll never be alone.
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“I love you” a thousand times spoken,
thousands more I’ve heard,
infinity is our goal,
any less is simply absurd.
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Around the bend from the church on main,
lies a quaint little street, called Skipper’s Lane.
T’was on this path a young lad dwelled,
before the streets’ name or the lad propelled.
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The tale goes: At the head of a cove the sandbar’s long.
The water’s choppy and the currents strong.
A young lad fished, he netted all day.
At sunset he rowed to the town up the bay.
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He traded his catch for supplies and some cash.
He then rowed back home and buried his stash.
Years soon passed and the lad’s now a man.
The time was now to dig up an old can.
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The cans held his savings, he’s more than a few.
The man, now called Netty, had something to do.
Netty rowed into town, to buy but not sell.
He bought a new boat with a bright shiny bell.
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He towed the boat home not knowing how to sail.
A year’s practice behind then caught in a gale.
Netty stayed calm, his life, spent afloat.
Home was in sight when he saw a tossed boat.
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The boat missed the inlet, now blowing out to sea.
Though Netty unsure, he could not leave them be.
Adjusting his sails Netty raced to give aid.
Soaked and battered he would not be afraid.
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Lost memories filled young Netty’s head.
Recalling the night, he was almost dead.
The sky was black and the water cold.
The ship sat heavy, filled with gold.
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Remembering screams and cracking wood,
the ship’s bell rang, gone childhood.
The boy hit the water and woke on the shore.
The life he once knew was no more.
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A crashing wave broke Netty’s trance,
one second more he’d lose his chance.
He leaned on his tiller to bring his boat near.
The boats colliding mustered everyone’s fear.
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Netty thought quickly and dropped his sheet,
then heaved his net around a cleat.
He pulled and pulled with all his might.
His biggest catch was that stormy night.
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All returned safely before the sun rose.
Netty now a hero was gifted new clothes.
New friends were made, now one’s Netty’s wife.
Recounting his memories he bought a new life.
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The gold recovered, Netty bought lots of land.
He built a grand home well away from the sand.
The harbor in view he watches over his fleet.
The town, now prosperous, gave Netty a street.
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A little scared of our trip last year,
to the far north-lands, the reason unclear.
Mountains, forests and an ice-cold lake,
no swimming or castles of sand to make.
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Fresh air and sunshine, stars in the sky,
camping and hiking, climb mountains high.
That didn’t sound like much fun to me,
I’d rather visit a nice warm sea.
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Drive lasted hours, slumped in the backseat.
We ran out of snacks, then nothing to eat.
We read a new book of funny rhymes,
I fell asleep a couple of times.
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Some stories were good, some I got bored,
some I laughed loudly, others I snored.
Arriving late in the darkness of night,
waking early to rising sunlight.
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First we ate breakfast then a short hike.
Had lunch with dessert, what’s not to like.
Then a museum of the natives past,
legends of old and now fading fast.
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Heard some stories, we saw a show.
My favorite was of long ago,
it was of a little kid like me.
The bravest kid there could ever be.
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She was the daughter of the great chief.
He died protecting all from the thief,
who flew in the night stealing their food.
And the cause of their thousand-year feud.
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The girl shortened her father’s long spear.
Then roamed the forest without a fear,
to find who took her father away.
Then slay the dragon, no time for play.
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I laid in bed thinking of all I heard.
Remembered almost all, details blurred.
Woke the next morning ready to go,
to fill in the blanks I didn’t know.
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I went to the shore before sunrise.
I climbed on the rocks. That wasn’t wise.
Had to know if the legend was true,
then fell in from slippery shoe.
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Hit the water with a splash and scream.
I floated down and started to dream.
I woke up much later warm and dry.
But there’s no sign of bright morning sky.
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I felt all around for a way out.
Then saw light from something’s big snout.
I screamed and jumped, bumped my head and then,
I knew I was in that dragon’s den.
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Her nostrils grew bigger, warm and bright.
Would I be cooked for a tasty bite?
She started to laugh and I to cry.
Was I to live or was I to fry?
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She said “Hello” in a dragon tone.
“Glad to see you, I’m always alone.”
I was much surprised to hear her speak.
Her nature was gentle, almost meek.
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Now in the brightness of her warm light.
We sat and chatted into the night.
She told me the truths I had to know.
And when she’s done burping I could go.
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Dragons can wait to burp but it’s slow.
Or blow out flames with a mighty glow.
A truly bad idea, we both think.
So we waited for her belly to shrink.
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We waited and waited for hours or more.
So she could shrink and unblock the door.
And when most all of her gas gone away,
I could slip out to the light of day.
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By now it’s late and dragon’s still plump.
Rocks all around, I sat on my rump.
She spoke of the last to be with her –
It was the littlest dragon slayer.
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“She was three feet tall and very bold,
Not much more than eight or nine years old.
She charged at me with her tiny spear,
tears pouring down, she showed no fear.
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She plunged the stick in my outstretched paw.
She tried pulling it out to poke me some more.
The tip broke off; I’ve had it since then,
tucked away safe in my dragons den.
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The girls cause noble though a mistake.
Her dear father’s life I didn’t take.
He chased me into the dark of night.
Belly swollen, I couldn’t take flight.
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I ran and ran then climbed a tall tree.
But the brave young chief followed me.
He heard some chicks cry out on a limb.
Surviving the wind their chance’s grim.
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Was the branch to weak, he couldn’t be sure.
But reached for the nest and made it secure.
He was a brave man, doing his best.
But fell to his death saving the nest.
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The small girl glad to know what was right.
But she’s still very sad at her loss that night.
It wasn’t my fault but I share the blame.
Though sad, she forgave me all the same.
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While in the forest the rest of that day,
we planned how to keep others away.
I promised to sleep most of the year,
hiding when there are people to scare.
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The slayer agreed to spare my soul.
Keeping her friendship is my life’s goal.
She would try to visit when she could,
into the darkness of the night wood.
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I gave her a claw as proof of who won –
that famous dragon slaying mission.
She wore it always and was admired by all”
I said it was now on the museum’s wall.
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The dragon then shared more of her life,
her times of happiness, times of strife.
There’s never to be any flying at all.
Unless to answer another dragons call.
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Said she’s free to swim under the ice,
but never when the weather is nice.
And while out for her last swim of the year.
I fell in and she found me there.
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She brought me back to her cozy den,
where she’d hibernate all over again.
Our chat ended as her eyes turned red,
her tummy stirring, she warmly said.
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“Please take the tip of the slayers spear,
So you can recall your time spent here.
Think of me fondly now that we’re friends.
And trust that a dragon’s love never ends.”
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She finally burped, I held my nose,
but that’s how a dragon friendship goes.
Then out the backdoor and into the wood,
I ran as fast as ever I could.
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Now thinking, of course of mom and dad,
the sooner I’m back the less they’ll be sad.
Then the rangers soon found me safe and sound.
They were all happy I hadn’t drowned.
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Back at the camp we all hugged and kissed.
I was safe and assured I was missed.
But then all the questions that they had –
Over and over until I got mad!
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They didn’t believe my dragon tale.
I showed them my proof to no avail.
It was thought that my memories blurred –
by all the stories that I had heard.
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Tales of dragons and slayers in the night,
all normal causes of a child’s fright.
A doctor checked the bump on my head,
then sent me back home for time in bed.
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I’m glad for the friendship of a dragon.
But all in all it wasn’t much fun.
I’ve learned new things and a good lesson had.
That a kid all alone is very very bad!
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And now I’ve shared my legend with you.
Like the slayer’s, it’s mostly all true.
But if you don’t believe I’m sincere –
I’ll show you the tip of that little spear.
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Daddy, daddy come quick and see.
There are big eyes staring at me.
In the window there, can you see?
It’s a kitty looking back at me.
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Please can we keep her, can we please?
I’ll wash her good if there are fleas.
We gave her some milk on a plate.
It seemed like hours I had to wait.
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Then mom came home, was kitty there?
Yes! – She’s napping on the porch chair.
Mom and dad had a little chat.
They called me in and there I sat.
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Hoped to hear we have a new pet.
“First” they said “a trip to the vet”
“Vet” I said “whatever is that?”
They said “a doctor for your cat.”
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Found a box, she fit just right.
Curled in a towel ” out of sight.
Into the car and off we go.
To a new place I didn’t know.
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Never been to a vet before.
Many new things behind the door.
There’s lots of cats and dogs of course.
But shocked to see a tiny horse.
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Saw a snake and a talking bird.
Said some words I’ve never heard.
The vet was fun just like the zoo.
But I was glad when we were through.
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We brought her home, she disappeared.
Hid under the bed like mom feared.
To get her out we had a plan.
Gave her some tuna from a can.
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That didn’t work, mom tried a trick.
She tied some yarn on a long stick.
I wiggled the yarn on the floor.
We saw a paw and then two more.
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Next was a tail then furry head.
Now she’s out from under my bed.
Gave her a scratch as she ran past.
To the new food she ate too fast.
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We gave her some time to explore.
She made a big mess on the floor.
Dad cleaned it up, almost got sick.
Mom finished the job; I said “Ick!”
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And when done we all had a laugh.
Thankful our cat wasn’t a calf.
Then made a list for a quick shop.
A litter box was at the top.
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Boxes and bags of this and that,
Much was needed for our new cat.
While we were out dad took a nap.
Our new kitty curled on his lap.
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She woke with a stretch and a purr.
Licking her paws and stripey fur.
Dad woke next and was surprised.
By his new friend’s big sleepy eyes.
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He cuddled her close, scratched her ears.
Mom smiled, I thought I saw tears.
Then we all had a good giggle.
Watching kitty twist and wiggle.
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Mom picked her up, gave her a hug.
Put her down gently on the rug.
The cutest thing I ever did see.
But what to call my new kitty?
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She’ll be Alesha, our cat “A”.
Like in the book I read today.
By a doctor who wrote fun rhymes.
I’ve read them all oodles of times.
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Now’s time to sleep, our day is done.
I hope tomorrows just as fun.
Tucked in bed, Alesha and me.
Soon to dream of little cat “B”.
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The End
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Take from me this simple band of gold,
walk with me while we both grow old.
Hand in hand our souls inline,
I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.
In your eyes time does melt,
returning to where love first felt.
Journey’s skyward of life excelled,
when two is one heart beats meld.
Tears and hugs and laughter shared,
stealing kisses whenever dared.
Fate and luck met at the Last Call,
boundless futures in a crystal ball.
A blues band played, ironically.
Memories golden, nothing’s free.
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Wakey! – Wakey! it’s morning time.
So says the clock and its chime.
It wakes the twins up every day.
It lets them know it’s time to play.
Jen’s up first, been awake since dawn.
Ben is next after a stretch and yawn.
Kitty’s last with a scratch and a purr.
All’s ready for breakfast that’s for sure.
Today’s milk and toast with jam for Jen.
Always cereal with berries for Ben.
Mom has a muffin and Dad has two.
Kitty has fish and seafood stew.
Mom works today and Dad stays home.
Dad likes to read while Ben likes to roam.
Kitty likes newspaper, but just to chew.
Jen helps dad find where Ben went to.
Ben was found hiding under a sheet.
Couldn’t see his head but saw his feet.
Ben’s much faster than dad believed.
Everyone laughed, Dad was relieved.
Jen picks the clothes, it’s time to get dressed.
Tee shirts and shorts is what they like best.
Sneakers or sandals, that’s hard to decide.
They bring them both and choose on the ride.
They park in the shade near the swing.
It’s a bright sunny day and the birdies sing.
Ben tries to whistle just like the birds.
Jen makes up a song and sings the words.
Dad took a picture with his new phone.
The twins want one, but not ‘till they’re grown.
Ben wants red and Jen wants white.
With a bright shiny light to light up the night.
Jen takes a picture of Ben and dad.
Then tries another because Ben looks sad.
Ben snaps a shot of Jen and dad.
Dad sends them to mom and everyone’s glad.
Dad turns on the speaker to hear mom talk.
All chatted merrily, until Jen takes a walk.
But Jen’s not lost, she’s on the slide.
Ben got scared, he almost cried.
Dad was glad, but a little bit mad.
Jen had to sit and talk to dad.
Ben sat too and gazed to the skies.
Jen rolled in the grass, dad rolled his eyes.
Now all three lay in the tall cool grass.
Watching the clouds and birdies pass.
Jen likes the birds and sings them her song.
She gets up to dance and Ben sings a long.
“Birdies, birdies in the sky,
When I get big I hope to fly.
I’ll fly to grandmas that’ll be great.
I’ll fly all day, but won’t be home late”
Dad starts to whistle Jen’s catchy tune.
Ben tries too and catches on soon.
Jen stomps her feet, her lips are stuck.
She tries and tries without any luck.
They all take a break and sit back down.
Dad helps Jen with her whistling sound.
Now everyone’s happy, the sun smiles bright.
But now’s time to go and make supper for tonight.
The twins both love to play in the park.
If they could they would stay until dark.
But mom’s home soon and they love her more.
There’s hugs and kisses that wait at the door.
Now back in the car and ready to go.
But lunch-time traffic makes the trip slow.
The twins in the back make funny faces.
Dad’s up front, pretending he races.
The trip was long but not very far.
Everyone’s glad to be out of the car.
There’s lunches to make and naps to take.
So we’ll see you all later when the twins awake.
to be continued…
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Jen & Ben – Part 2
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Back in the car, strapped in their seat
Mom weaves through the lot onto the street
There’s bunches more cars than before
It’ll be a long ride home, that’s for sure
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Jen’s dozing off with the music down low
Ben tries not to, but he’s starting to go
Mom takes a corner onto their street
Ben perks up, kicking his feet
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Today’s long journey was soon to end
Jen wakes up and sees a friend
There are smiles and waves all around
Everyone’s friends in their little town
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Jen sees a school bus and wave’s hello
Ben asks mom why they didn’t go
Mom explains that they’ll go soon
Jen wants to go that afternoon
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Mom pulls in the drive they unpack the car
Then a break for all, mom plays her guitar
Jen starts dancing, Ben plays drums
Table-top thumping with fingers and thumbs
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Now upside down, the hands on the clock
Soon dad will be home and we’ll take a walk
But first is supper and the twins can’t wait
Tonight’s twisty spaghetti’s that’ll be great
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Jen likes them cut with not much sauce
Ben likes them long, to slurp of course
There’s green beans and bread on the side
With glasses of milk for pink smiles wide.
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Now’s time for dessert, it’s pie with fruit
Mom’s whip cream nose is extra cute
Jen tries it too then Ben and dad
The funniest dessert they’ve ever had.
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Now’s time to clean up then a short walk
Back at home they make puzzles and talk
The twins get sleepy, bath time’s soon
It’s time to wash off their fun afternoon
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Now’s time for bed, time to choose, no concern
Whether the top or bottom, each has a turn
The top has adventures, but dark at night
The bottom’s bunk cozy with never a fright
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Ben gets the top, he’s thinking of space
Jen picks the bottom, her quiet place
Mom reads a book, Ben watches the moon
Jens eyes start to close, all to dream soon
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Now dad comes in, his turn at dishes done
But everyone’s too tired to have more fun
He reads the last pages of the twin’s new book
Then kisses goodnight, mom takes a last look
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Kitty’s close by on her window sill
Dad flicks the switch and all is still
The twins now asleep in their night lights glow
Dreaming of stories they’ll share – tomorrow
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To be continued…
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Jen and Ben, they’re a silly pair,
they are twins with bright red hair.
One wears it short the other long.
One’s always right, one’s never wrong.
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They’ve been together since day one,
always happy, always fun.
They dress the same most every day,
pj’s for bed and overalls for play.
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One is bright and one is sunny.
One’s more sweet, one’s more funny.
Both love to giggle all the time.
Or they sing loudly, a nursery rhyme.
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One likes to run, one likes to jump.
One gets a bruise the other a bump.
In the backyard, their favorite place,
Today’s the day for the big race.
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Teddy’s in the carriage, pushed too fast.
Bunny’s in the wagon soon to be past.
The tree is near, the race is done,
It’s a tie, they both won.
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Now mom’s calling, time to eat,
something yummy then a treat.
First a wash of hands and a comb of hair,
then mom helps them up into the chair.
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Yeah! It’s celery sticks with peanut butter,
then an oatmeal cookie like no other.
Mom baked them fresh, just today,
with raisins and nuts, just our way.
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Then it’s time to help mom clean,
There’s never a spill or crumb to be seen.
Then the pair find pillows to share,
for a nap with bunny and bear.
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Snuggling atop their blanket for two,
Mom reads aloud something that’s new.
But first funny faces silence then yawns,
followed by dreams of swings and lawns.
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But a nap’s never long when kitty’s about,
A nose-tickling tail serves as a shout.
The twins awake in a flash, ready to play.
But mom has some errands to do today.
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First a surprise, a trip to the park,
the twin’s sleepy faces light with a spark.
There are swings there and a tall slide.
Jen climbs bars, Ben finds places to hide.
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They see other kids who know their names.
Then together they play jumping games.
Ben jumps high and Jen jumps far.
They all jump together back to the car.
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Mom hops in and turns the radio up.
Jen plays drums on her sippy-cup.
Ben sings along snug in his car-seat.
All banded together to a favorite beat.
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Then off to the store and away they go,
reading the signs that they all know.
Ben gets excited by a speedy fire truck.
Jen giggles at a waddling road crossing duck.
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They stop at a light that’s yellow then red.
Green means go! – to the store just ahead.
The wheels turn and blinkers blink,
Mom hit a bump, Ben spilled his drink.
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Parked in the lot mom finds a cart,
with a wobbly wheel and a shaky start.
Through the door that opens like magic.
Ben waves his arm, pretending it’s his trick.
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Their carriage a fortress, tank and ship,
sailing down aisles in search of bean dip.
With Jen in the seat and Ben in the back,
they guard the goodies in case of attack.
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Jen checks off the list and grabs for a treat.
Sometimes mom finds them under the seat.
The breads now a pillow for Ben’s sleepy head.
So Jen gets to pick the new book to be read.
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At the check-out they chat with some friends.
Mom’s chat with the grocer never ends.
The carriage ride bumpy back to the car.
But that’s okay it isn’t too far.
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Plus there’s a hill that goes that way.
So mom jumps on and we all get to play.
Everybody helps putting bags in the back.
Then a surprise, it’s a new kind of snack.
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They both get a straw for juice to share.
A flavor for each of the silly pair,
one likes the lemon and the other lime.
But that’s a story for another time.
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To be continued…
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My silent alarm, works every day.
Dreams of coffee wafting my way.
I get up quick to make water hot.
Then longingly watch the drips in the pot.
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When half way full the process proceeds.
The quest begins for the rest of my needs,
A big cup, of course, some sugar and cream.
And something to stir a new coffee dream.
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My brew perks away then perks me up.
There’s nothing better than a second cup.
To sip and to savor and share the sunrise.
The beauty’s doubled with wide open eyes.
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I think it’s the drink I drink the most,
Columbian, Sumatra or a dark French Roast.
Whole-bean or ground, instant or drip,
They all taste great from the very first sip.
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Winter hands on a hot mug are nice.
In the summer it’s refreshing with ice,
Or a flavorful syrup or tasty ice cream.
Chocolate covered beans, better than they’d seem.
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Coffee’s always dessert after desserts.
But it can stain teeth, pants and shirts.
A treat always perfect to end a long day,
A book, a snack and a decaf, my way.
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Huddled comfy in a favorite chair,
Sharing the quiet with a loved-one near.
Til pages blur and sleepy eyes meet,
Then goodnight kisses and a last sip that’s sweet.
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If I could turn my words into the finest wine
We’d sail on those balmy seas until the end of time
If I could print money on all the paper that I use
Our sky would rain confetti any time you choose
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If my wishes granted for all that I desire
We’d spent our moonlit evenings cuddled by a fire
And if my fantasies could ever be reality
All I’d ever need is for you to be with me.
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(Memories of birthdays past)
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I saw today my baby’s start
Opened her eyes and stole my heart
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I saw today her smile at me
We brought her home, safe as can be
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I saw today her tucked in bed
Gently leaned over to kiss her head
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I saw today my baby weep
Snuggled her gently back to sleep
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I saw today my baby eat
Covered from head to little feet
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I saw today my baby sit
Then fell over in a giggle fit
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I saw today my baby crawl
Tried to escape down the hall
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I saw today my baby stand
Holding my finger in her hand
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I saw today my baby walk
Then soon after began to talk
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I saw today my baby run
Laughing and screaming, having fun
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I saw today her surprise art
The wall and it shall never part
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I saw today her bruise her knee
Climbed too high and fell from the tree
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I saw today her play tattoo
0n her belly, red, green and blue
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I saw today her find a cat
Opened the door and that was that
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I saw today her ride a bike
Though too young to be off her trike
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I saw today she learned to swim
Tub’s full, splashes over the rim
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I saw today her play a song
Tiny violin with bow so long
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I saw today my baby grew
She had to shop for something new
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I saw today her off to school
Not holding hands, acting cool
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I saw today she was funny
On the coach napping with bunny
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I saw today her go to the dance
Just for fun and not for romance
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I saw today her drive a car
I hope she doesn’t go too far
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I saw today her graduate
Then off to college, she’ll do great
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I saw today my baby grown
Off to the city, on her own
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I saw today her new career
Making art for people to wear
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I saw today she’s just like us
The best of both, with little fuss
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The Beginning
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Today’s poem’s a mixed bag of thought,
overwhelmed with input this poet fraught.
Barraged by beginnings, none’s caught,
words forged honesty’s wrought.
Hours fly, seconds’ drag, a minute sought.
Dreaming recollections, time’s bought.
Feelings unchanged, thinking’s naught.
Patience perseveres, love has taught.
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I need a new color or maybe a sound.
I need something to get my head off the ground.
High in the clouds is where I should be.
Soaring with eagles; majestic and free.
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Exploring a world where peace is the norm.
A place where everyone survives the storm.
A place where kids all laugh and parents sing.
Where old folks still giggle on the backyard swing.
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We’ve no need for bombs, guns or war.
We’ll all have love, can’t hurt, can cure.
Oh, What a place this world could be.
If only that eagle, were you and me.
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I love to write of love.
I hate to write of hate.
Love is truly grand.
Hate is never great.
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Love brings people joy,
hearts open to trust.
Hate makes people angry;
destruction is their lust.
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Love entails peace.
Hate ushers’ war.
Why must people hate?
Love is the cure.
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Shades of blue peeking through gray
Spring is here and outside we’ll play
First thing I’ll do is hug my tree
It’s waited alone all winter for me
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In my backyard under that tree
Is my most favorite place to be
Swing’s on one side, sandbox the other
And a house above for my big brother
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I’ll fly for a while on my swing
And listen to the birdies sing
Then to the place I love the best
Where I can build castles or take a rest
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My sandbox is this magic place
A shipwreck beach or planet in space
It’s a summer toy box in my backyard
And cleaning up is never hard
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Though last summer we made a big mess
I played in the mud in my best dress
We found a small puddle, my friend and I
The last thing needed for our mud pie
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First scooped with shovels, most was spilled
Thought of a bucket, then soon filled
A couple of pails and puddle’s dry
But the sand’s to soupy for our mud pie
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So we dug in the yard to get more sand
The sand was brown, squishy in hand
But it was fun, mushy and wet
A sandbox time we’ll never forget
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Then my brother jumped in with a splash
Mud flew high, our clothes where trash
Then mom came out, we thought she’s mad
Till she hosed us down, now we’re all glad
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Hello friend, can you please spare a buck?
Sorry for asking but I’m down on my luck.
The wife kicked me out and kept my old truck.
She smashed my guitar, now I’ve nothin’ to pluck.
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She said I’m lazy and got no ambition.
I said her happiness is my only mission.
I do what I can, but ain’t no magician.
Tell ya the truth I’d rather be fishin’.
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But she kept my rods too, locked in the shed.
And she found all the money hid under the bed.
She threw the good pan right at my head.
She mighta been pretty but she ain’t well bred.
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She’s as strong as an ox, same size too.
She wears a men’s size twelve shoe.
And when she smiles my brain turns to goo.
But she’s gone now, I’ll have to make do.
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Just a buck, friend, that’s all I need.
I’d ask for more but that be greed.
I don’t need much, I’m easy to feed.
I can’t be a beggar, but I will plead.
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Thank you, friend, for sparing that buck.
I’m thinkin’ this is a change in my luck.
I can walk, damn it, I don’t need no truck.
Thank you, friend, for returning my pluck.
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Today’s the day my wish came true.
I awoke to sunshine next to you.
Our bodies are warm and minds at rest.
Our evening’s past the very best.
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Dreams before are no better than this.
We’re two souls made one, the feeling’s bliss.
I now look forward to each new day.
For when I awake you look my way.
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In these changing times,
minds cannot stay still.
Violence spreads like wildfire,
testing our strength and will.
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Thought’s our only guide,
misguided we are lost.
Shooting from the hip,
destruction is the cost.
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Love is shared by all,
hearts beat their choice.
Hate is the divider,
drowning out our voice.
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High upon a tightrope,
this world can feel small.
Balance is required,
the option is we fall.
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Mornings start with the sunrise.
Life begins with open eyes.
These eyes see you when you’re not here.
These eyes see stars when you’re near.
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While you slept I shared your dreams.
We’ve happy times and future schemes.
While you breathe my heart does beat.
When two’s in sync a life’s complete.
The sun will rise, the birds will sing.
Your eyes will open and joy it brings.
Our day will start in warm embrace.
The love is felt on your sunlit face.
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