“I’m hungry”
She always seems to say.
“I’m hungry”
Can be heard throughout the day.
Grapes and cheese
Peanut butter on toast
Pork and beans
Sunday roast
There’s no escape
You know it’s coming
Her mouth agape
The words are forming
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“I’m hungry!”
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And just because I can…
(and because it makes me laugh even though it’s in French(?) )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxLcZau_YaM
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You lean
I smile
You tease
I giggle
You touch
I sigh
You hold
I melt
You ask
I give
You offer
I need
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Love, it’s a glorious thing.
Not merely lust.
Not just infatuation.
I crave him.
All of him.
His thoughts.
His smile.
His sense of humor.
And of course his touch.
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I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
Day in and day out, it’s all the same. Except it’s not.
Everything is different while it stays the same.
I don’t know how to describe it.
Details change from day to day. Lunch is tuna instead of peanut butter. The cat threw up today instead of the dog having diarrhea yesterday.
The same dishes are dirty. The same socks didn’t quite make it into the hamper. The dryer still doesn’t shut off by itself.
I need a vacation. Of course we can’t afford one. Never could. Probably never will.
Except…
I have these ideas, these stories, in my head. These thoughts that aren’t completely mine.
Hear me out before you call the funny farm.
I have people living entire lives inside my mind. It’s not like they control anything about my life. But in some ways, it’s like they keep me… sane.
Because I have these other lives, stories, playing out in my imagination I can get through the monotony of my existence. While I’m folding laundry, I’m deciding whether they live in the city or the country, what state, what kind of house. When it’s time to scrub the tile grout, I’m weighing how much chocolate cheesecake the leading lady should consume before coming to the conclusion that her father-in-law has to die. In my imagination I turn my every day life into a wonderful cacophony of tears and drama, fear and loathing, triumph and success. The leading lady always wins.
And who knows. Maybe one day I’ll write all this crazy down and make a million dollars.
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Yeah, right. Like anyone would want to read it.
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I love writing those.
Here’s a fun video I found that vaguely corresponds to the theme of my story. 😉
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Have you noticed yet? Did ya, did ya?
I have a new page on this website. Made it yesterday afternoon.
Up there, on the far right…
Maybe I’ll make it easy on you and just stick a link right here.
But before you click it, I want to tell you about it!
It’s all about my new, first, and only finished (at this point) book!
My Ignored Hamper and other Bathroom Poetry
Yay!
I’m not going to beg you to buy it.
Much. (lol)
Go ahead. You know you’re curious what the new page looks like. Take a peek.
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Just remember to come back tomorrow for more poetry.
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Welcome to the official kick-off for my book launch!
(Seriously, does anyone have a paper bag I could breathe into?)
My first book, My Ignored Hamper and Other Bathroom Poetry, is now available on both Smashwords and Amazon Kindle at the price of $1.49.
(Yeah, getting just a little bit dizzy here.)
But just for you I have a coupon for Smashwords. Here’s the code: GS49E Smashwords says the code isn’t case sensitive, so don’t stress over the shift key.
This is where the normal authors usually put an excerpt, and who am I to buck the trend?
Enjoy! (places head between knees)
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The clothes they have shed?
On the floor looking dead
Ignoring the hamper
To the tub they do scamper
Their clothes in a heap
Into bubbles they leap
When they’re asleep
I’ll let my tea steep
It’ll take just a minute
To put the clothes in it
But for now I’ll enjoy
My two little boys
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With music up loud
‘Round the mirror they crowd
“That look is a winner”
“I wish I were thinner”
“There’s this really cute boy”
“He treats girls like they’re toys”
It’s Saturday night
They share the spotlight
In their fifth outfit
And wouldn’t you know it
The bathroom is crowded
“It’s here!” someone shouted
The pizza devoured
They’re now soda powered
Six girls in a bathroom
All trying out perfume
“Should we pop in a movie?”
“Let’s make-over Suzie!”
And so it continues
Dad’s sleep-over blues
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There you have it. My long awaited book of bathroom poetry has hit ebook shelves and eagerly awaits your eyes. You are more than welcome (encouraged even) to tell me your thoughts. (Please just remember to coat them in a little sugar first, huh?)
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Fellow Authors, what was it like for you the first time you published something?
Also, what did you do to celebrate?
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(I think it’s time for a lie down. Just too excited for my own good. ;D )
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I’m out of luck
The muse has struck
My brain’s alight
No sleep tonight
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The sirens sing
Words they bring
My darting pen
Writing again
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Mid-night oil
My thoughts boil
Creative flight
Into the night
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Morning birds sing
Alarm clocks ring
I fall in bed
An empty head
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Wow. I couldn’t have asked for a more appropriate song. And the first one I listened to after starting the search. Incredible. As soon as this thing is scheduled I’m going back to listen to more of her songs. 🙂
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Weather, you fickle, disloyal thing,
How could you cover us in snow like this?
Don’t you know winter should be waning,
Preparing for spring time rain and mist.
I am ready for flowers and bird song.
No more of this gloom and cold.
Please, Weather, bring on the sun,
Before insanity takes hold.
The weather is getting squirrely here. I know it’s just our turn, but we already had snow. Now it’s just piling higher. What is worrying me is the couple days in the 40’s we’re supposed to have around the middle of this coming week. With all this snow I hope the area doesn’t get flooded out. 
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But at least someone gets a kick out of snow:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azEIDf1YhiQ
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I can feel those eyes following me.
All those legs and all those feet
Waiting for me to take a seat
So he can drop on me.
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So I pick up a shoe that belongs to you
And hand it over, my hero of many feats.
“Won’t you kill that monstrous beast?
Please, please? I’ll make it up to you.”
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I cringe and turn away as you smash it.
I can hear it crunch into the ceiling,
And hope it’s not feeling
The fate we chose for it.
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“It’s dead now.” You announce to me.
Still hiding my face, I hear you walk away,
But I still have a prize to pay.
I follow you, so you can take it from me.
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And I know it’s totally unrelated, but…
my husband introduced me to this group shortly after we met, and they kind of stuck.
This is my favorite. 🙂
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1UUYjd2rjsE
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The what ifs
The how comes
Too many to count
Life goes on
One day becomes another
Earth revolves again
And then again
Unending, unmoved
We stand in a crater
Emotion, health, financial
Wondering what happened
How we came here
What went wrong
How does it get fixed
Rarely is it a simple answer
A snap of the fingers
A twitch of the nose
A rub of the lamp
Self-examination
Hard work and diet
Planning and working
Maybe we can go back to normal
Maybe there’s a new normal
Perhaps we can be better than ever
But walk on we must
For standing still
Drinking tears of defeat and bitterness
Merely hardens our hearts
Darkens our souls
We must pick ourselves up
Accepting help and advice
Reach for that new day
Letting yesterday stay in the past
Release the hurt
Remember the lesson
Be Stronger for your past
And always ready for more life
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It hurts to fall down. But some of the best discoveries were only found through accidents or pain.
Stay strong my friends, and learn through life’s lessons. 😉
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zminz5W25AU
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Hmmm, according to my schedule, Saturday is my day for poetry.
So that means I have to come up with something.
Thinking…thinking…
Got it!
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I love computers.
I hate computers.
They make my life easier
And harder at the same time.
Info in a hurry?
Bing or Google are a lifeline.
Want to get some work done?
Nope, defrag time.
The more they’re needed
The more they go.
Need it done in a hurry?
Yeah, that’s a big fat no.
Scans, tests and system checks
Take twice the time you expect.
When all you want to do is play
The darn thing works great all day.
Therefore:
I love computers.
I hate computers.
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Not pretty, but there you have it. A poem. A raw one at that. Only touched the backspace for misspellings. I would usually spend about an hour pouring over every detail and making everything all nice and pretty. Tonight, however, I thought you wouldn’t mind seeing behind the curtain a little.
Any thoughts?
What would you change?
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Heehee, look what I found.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAGHJIi4n7Q
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I’m not here.
You can’t see me.
I’m invisible.
Please don’t bug me.
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They’re everywhere,
And in every shape and size,
All those people
You normally despise.
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They’re on the sofa,
And in the kitchen,
Lots of talking;
Screaming children
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Why did I accept
This party invite?
I’d rather suffer
A werewolf bite.
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Christmas music
Playing loud,
Someone’s yelling
Above the crowd.
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A toast, they say,
In a jovial way,
To us, they cry,
May we stay this way.
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I gulp my drink
And set it down.
Must get away,
before I drown.
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The sappy hugs,
The forced cheer,
It makes me sick.
What do they fear?
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I’m hidden now.
In a bedroom.
A few deep breaths,
As panic looms.
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Time to go home.
I can’t stay here.
These people don’t have
Real Christmas cheer.
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Plastic faces
And plastic times.
They say happy things
Like quoting lines.
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The Christmas spirit
Is in very few.
The Christmas spirit…
Is it in you?
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWdJ1EXf5zo
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