Author: ~M

Curves

~ ~M ~ 49 Comments

Curves… what can I say?
I think mine have all come to stay.

Some of them are nice, others appalling,
but the ones who love me still consider me darling.

I think my best curves are the ones on display,
but even those seem to frighten some away.

Are people jealous or just in fear?
I’m just glad my curves will probably never disappear.

I think the best part of being curvy,
is using those curves when the guys get pervy.

Flaunting can be so much fun
especially when the taunting makes them come undone.

I think everyone should consider the benefits of curves,
even if they do sometimes get on your nerves.

A squishy body is something to be adored,
and if you marry a curvy woman, you’ll never be bored.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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Mondayish

~ ~M ~ 11 Comments

Oh, Monday what can I say?
Your clouds aren’t very picturesque today.

Your vibe is off, your face isn’t sunny,
at least my eggs are still soft and runny.

Why are you always such a pill,
while all the other days give me such a thrill.

You make me feel down and somewhat dreary,
and even when you’re shinning I still get leery.

So now I’ve got this Mondayish vibe,
and thanks to you I might not survive.

Could you please be better when you come next,
so I don’t have to feel like I’ve been hexed.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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You just be you

~ ~M ~ 13 Comments

You just be you,
who cares what others do.

At the end of the day,
they’ll be gone anyway.

Then you’ll be left alone,
another day unknown.

Because none can ever tell
where you inwardly dwell.

That’s the fun of being you,
even if your secrets are few.

Just be happy you exist,
and go on and be remiss.

Your life is yours to live,
you don’t always have to give.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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What is the point of madness…

~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

What is the point of madness
this rat race
this outdoing of ourselves
time and time again,
when does it end,
death?

And who’s counting the days,
you or me?

The completeness of our lives
is it weighed on merit?
Self-accomplishment?
Maybe a little of both?
Maybe neither?

What do we do when our intuition becomes corrupted,
when the things we thought we wanted have blurred lines
and no direction.
Do we keep repeating the same old story?
Take a new path?
Perhaps what justifies our actions could be all that truly matters.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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It took time, but it was all they needed

~ ~M ~ 9 Comments

A pot of tea
steeping slow
allowed the conversation
to drift, then flow

A trembling hand
a splatter of cream
all witnessed beneath
a summer sunbeam

Starting with a look
a blooming glance
the wind stirred
in the sight of romance

Blushing boughs offered
a chance alone
doing all the things
some would never condone

With the wide old oak
shielding their play
prying eyes
slowly crept away

Rousing smiles rendered
a half giggle or two
as heartstrings seized
love anew

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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