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Life is Better with a Pint of Vermont’s Finest

Ben & Jerry's

Ben & Jerry’s (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I’m feeling down, dragging bottom
When skies are gray, and my mood is rotten
When my attitude reeks and happiness eludes me
There are a couple of friends I know I must see.

Off to the kitchen, with dinner to make
I spy a near-empty pint of “Strawberry Cheesecake”
The few spoonfuls eaten, starting to feel drunk
I eye a quart of “Triple Caramel Chunk”.

Scrounging in the freezer, starting to shake
Do I want “Phish Food”? or “Red Velvet Cake”?
“Dublin Mudslide”? or “Peach Cobbler”
I’m transforming into a frozen dairy treat gobbler.

I try to resist with all the strength I can muster.
I cave when I see a pint of “What a Cluster”.
When I find a lonely spoonful of “Chunky Monkey”
I shovel it in like some kind of junkie.

“Chubby Hubby” doesn’t stand a chance
During my in-front-of-the-freezer-door dance
“Chocolate Therapy” is exactly just that.
Say, does this “Crème Brulee” make me look fat?

I scrape out the last bite, down my chin it runs.
Then I reach in the back for some “Cinnamon Buns”
A few little bites really won’t matter
So I finish off a pint of “Cake Batter”.

I embrace “Cherry Garcia” –  it counts as a fruit!
My diet is now shot so that point is just moot.
“Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough” calls out to me
When my table is called – Pity, Party of three!

Skipping dinner is starting to sound just fine,
As long I can hang out with these friends of mine
Just two Vermont guys who always cheer me up
Whether enjoyed in a cone, a bowl or a cup.

Just three good buddies – Ben & Jerry, and Me.

Triple Caramel Chunk

Triple Caramel Chunk (Photo credit: Shoshanah)

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Is That a Poem in Your Pocket or Are You Glad to See Me?

Levi's 506 jeans, front pocket with watch pocket.

Levi's 506 jeans, front pocket with watch pocket. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As a part of the month-long celebration of National Poetry Month, today is “Poem in Your Pocket Day”. According to the Academy of American Poets …”The idea is simple: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month then carry it with you to share with co-workers, family, and friends. You can also share your poem selection on Twitter by using the hashtag #pocketpoem.”

As you know, I am not averse to verse; I am a purveyor of poetics, a lover of lyrical literature.  A rhymin’ writer, a … okay, okay.  You get the picture.

So in honor of Poem in Your Pocket Day, I offer the following:

I’ve got something for you
You cannot refuse it
I’ve a Poem in My Pocket
And I’m not afraid to use it.

So if you comment here today
Thank you for your time.
Won’t you leave a poem for me?
Yours truly, in rhyme.

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The Poem in My Pocket :

Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

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Return trip ticket from Delirium – One for the Road

 

There I was, lying in my bed

A rattle in my lungs, fever messin’ up my head

I dreamed weird dreams and lounged in a funk

Hallucinating from the all the Nyquil I’d drunk.

 

I dreamed Timothy Olyphant was nuzzling my neck

But woke instead to sloppy dog kisses – BLECH.

Then dreams of ice skating, executing perfect landings

Only to find spilled ice chips, in wet socks – barely standing.

 

Pile the blankets on, throw them off moments later.

Shivery then sweaty  – my thermometer’s a traitor!

Too weak to stand, too sore to lay down any longer

Impatiently waiting for the day I feel stronger.

 

At last cough has departed – fever’s gone from my head

I face the new day with a real sense of dread.

Surveying the work that piled up while out on that “trip”

I head for the Nyquil, for just one more sip!!!

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How Do I Love Thee? Hmmmmm……

Lenore, you said it was time for a poem – this one is for Sweet Cheeks, of course.  Hope you enjoy. 

Early 20th century Valentine's Day card, showi...

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love that you’ve been mine for 11,840 days.

I love that you still find me the girl of your dreams.

Despite menopause, depression, and a few primal screams.

 

I love that you adore me, that you think I’m the best.

Even when I’m lazy and “comfortably” dressed.

Your faith in me never wavers – your love is absolute.

Your ability to love me is your best attribute.

 

I love that you think I’m brilliant; you believe that I’m funny.

You overlook that I’m more “vinegar” than “honey”.

I love that you eat whatever it is I have cooked.

I love the way you stay so easily hooked.

 

I love that you cover me up when I’m sleeping like a log.

You check my car’s oil and take care of my dog.

Your Post It Note love letters, your “no occasion” bouquets.

I love that you express your love in so many ways.

 

I love that your heart is mine, of that there’s no doubt.

Your loving gestures are evident – day in and day out.

So this Valentine’s Day, I am happy to recount

The ways that I love you – it’s a freakin’ huge amount.

Valentines heart

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It’s a Poem…It’s Poetry…It’s Driving Me Crazy

How to Rhyme The Complete Science of Written Rhyme

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After a long day at work,
Then a boring drive home
Shall I write poetry?
Or maybe a poem?

Sure, it will rhyme
With a metrical tone
But is it poetry?
Or is it a poem?

With a lyrical cadence
and emotional plea
Have I spit out a poem?
Or perhaps poetry?

Whether professing my love
or describing my home
Is it poetry?
Or is it a poem?

Writing each verse
Wondering which it will be
Does it sound like a poem?
Or more like poetry?

Writing a limerick
or penning a tome
A masterpiece of poetry?
Or an epic poem?

Cranking out rhymes
I write with great glee
Have I created a poem?
Or mere poetry?

The words paint a picture
But what do you see?
Do I call it a poem?
Or declare it poetry?

It drives me crazy
Wherever I roam
I can’t differentiate
Between poetry and poem.

A poem made by Magnetic Poetry pieces. This po...

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