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Mary’s Flocked Christmas Tree Mess Up

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some say Mary lied
she said her Christmas tree died
truth is I will tell
she bleached the thing to pure hell
after seeing Christmas ads

trees in flocking white
she had to have one like that
and the efforts were a fright
trying to keep up with Jones
impressions for others cost

you’d think by now she’d
learn about these things for sure
so many things tried
cost more than she can afford
keeping up with the Joneses

never made much sense
Mary proved it much too much
when she flocked up the
Christmas tree, oh poor Mary
what’s she gonna do?

…..

This is in response to this: Living Poetry Prompt

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Past, Present, Future

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past present future
related or so it seems
surely leading forth
to find answers in our dreams
to know what is never seen

as it happened then
it was not known before when
there was just a thought
and it became more than what
would be a small idea

looking backwards first
looking at the moment now
looking forwardly
which way gives one the most pause
which way travels to our thoughts

does it matter not
if what was begat was got
casting doubts on what
was known not before it was
who knows but this old thought?

and on and on goes
the roll about of thinking
thoughts that had been thunk
when all along this playful
word thought process is folly

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Stairway of Life

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Stairs, when young were fun
adventurous as we crawled, then
ran up oh so fast
at four, I tumbled downstairs
it was my first memory

funny thing about
stairs, how they take us up and
down we go again
it’s kind of like life, you know
there are ascents and descents

taking the first steps
is such a challenge to do
also, to observe
cajoling along the way
making sure they climb safely

once they are alone
taking their own steps, choices
going up and down
how we want to be there and hold
hands out like we’re banisters

letting them go free
is one of the toughest things
but oh, so vital
to watch their independence
wishing they would hold your hands

holding them in hearts
keeping watch and being there
just enough to show
they have got this, and they know
you are going to be there

then there comes a time
when you’re not so much around
and they’re on their own
then you trust that all you’ve done
is enough and hope it’s true

and before you know
they are helping someone else
crawling up those stairs
holding hands and guiding them
it’s the circle of dear life

when you are the one
who needs help as you ascend
trusting they will be
holding you close in their hearts
and the world moves at your pace

you will know the life
as the descent comes for sure
where the light still shines
from the glow of your most dear
as you make that final climb

 

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Souls for Loaves

I found this wonderful site with 5 Poems by the late Toni Morrison

And this is my dedication:

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Souls for Loaves

In gratitude for souls
who wish to share their words
making life treasured
by simply placing their thoughts
in ways that challenge our lives

She speaks of the grains
simply stated yet so poised
touching deepest thoughts
and making the soul wonder
if there’s more to this blessed life

Weaving rich entwined
wheats own natural beauty
designed to enrich
more than the stomach but souls
as the heart strengthens its match

…..

This is in response to the Living Poetry prompt: Gratitude