Almost there…

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I’m at the very brink of rhetoric and rhyme
And I can almost taste each and every delicious word

These savory and sensational tidbits
Have begun to form on the furthermost tip of my tongue

The texture and flavor of each specific thought
Bursts forth with vitality from my baffled brain

Tickling and teasing the remainder of my senses
As words spew spontaneously and sporadically

Each notion captured in a technological realm of space
Where perceptions and ideas flood the world

© 2018 Michelle Cook

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We’d be free… free just to be.

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I wish I had a friend who would pretend with me once more
Masquerading away the day, we’d be silly and free
Free to be a princess, a pirate, or even a superhero
Regardless of whomever we wanted to be
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be five once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who would ride bikes with me all day
Riding around the neighborhood, we’d be silly and free
Free to explore the park, the zoo, or even the beach
Regardless of wherever we wanted to go
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be ten once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who would spend some time with me
Bumming around together, we’d be silly and free
Free to hang out at the arcade, go bowling, or even catch a movie
Regardless of whatever we decided to do
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be fifteen once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who could understand what I’m going through
Never-ending late night talks, we’d be silly and free
Free to discover who we are, speak honestly, and become forever friends
Regardless of whatever we discovered about each other
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be twenty once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who would help me make tough decisions
Coming alongside me, we’d be silly and free
Free to dream, think, and consider the future
Regardless of whatever we planned
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be twenty-five once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who would help me be a better parent
Giving me some guidance, we’d be silly and free
Free to learn how to cope, adjust, and love unconditionally
Regardless of whatever we learned
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be thirty once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who could help me fix my marriage
Lending me their shoulder, we’d be silly and free
Free to face problems together, comfort one another, and give compassion
Regardless of whatever we experienced
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be thirty-five once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who would make me feel young again
Through words of reassurance, we’d be silly and free
Free to laugh at ourselves, cry at times, and encourage one another
Regardless of our age
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be forty once again…
To feel alive again…

I wish I had a friend who lived nearby
Through close moments spent together, we’d be silly and free
Free to see each other face to face, always welcoming a loving embrace
Regardless of life’s turmoil
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be forty-five once again…
To feel alive again…

To be continued when I’m older…

© 2018 Michelle Cook

The wonders of a beautiful afternoon

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In the stillness of the day
I sit quietly and reflect
On all the wondrous things
I so often tend to neglect

I become fully entranced
By the soft billowy clouds
Which are often forgotten
Amongst the bustle of the crowds

The flowers captivate me too
Each one smiling at the sun
Seems God’s perfect glory
Can never be outdone

The trees all leisurely sway
To the beat of the zealous breeze
And the bees and the wild things hum
To the rustling of tender leaves

There’s magic in the air
Drifting along on a waft of sweet perfume
And I’m lost once again
To the wonders of a beautiful afternoon

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Sour drop dreams

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Mmmm… scrumptious and smooth
Rolling around on your tongue
Your sour drop dreams
Have only just begun

Juicy goodness
Mouth-watering tang
Sure to cure
Your sugar craving pang

Can you taste it?
So sumptuously sweet and sour
It’s tempting to bite it
And completely devour

It doesn’t get much more
Splendiferous than this
I implore you to share it
With a warm luscious kiss

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Anchored avenues

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I thought those avenues
Were sound and secure
You had me believing
And damn I was sure

But only a fool believes
In things they can’t actually see
And now I know exactly
What you did to me

Those anchored avenues
Were apparently all for show
The truth came out
And so I let you go

People always ask me
If regrets still exist
But how can a broken heart
Even want to persist

The absence of you
Has only made me stronger
And I’ll never regret
Not wanting you any longer

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Hickory and Dickory

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Hickory and Dickory
Raced through the room
Light on their feet
Sat on their brooms

Laughter filled
That once bleak place
Smiles abundant
On each young face

Each free to imagine
Permitted to run
Full of happiness
Teeming with fun

Pretending to be
All they could envision
Not even minding
The occasional collision

Young and certain
Contented as could be
Childish antics
Filling them with glee

Cowboys one second
Witches the next
Other times a monster
No one would expect

The beauty of imagination
Pervading young minds
Makes the rest of us wish
We could press rewind

And although we can’t go back
We can still stay young at heart
We just have to rein in
All those lost images from the start

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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The century of certainty

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The days slipped away
Melting into the backdrop
And the past became the past
Fading into the indistinct landscape

A purple haze silently settled
Over this strange new horizon
And yet only a chosen few noticed
The significance of the change

It was the beginning of a new age
Soon to be known as the century of certainty
And the fragrance of newness
Infused the land with vitality and rebirth

Victory was on the threshold
Just waiting for her opportunity to pounce
Gushing with foresight
Trembling with anticipation

And in oblivious disarray
And also in light of all that was occuring
The commoners of this neoteric society
Blindly marched ahead

They stumbled in the dark
Towards an unknown fate
As the world made preparations
To swallow them whole

Mother-nature flashed an approving grin
And the earth shook in eagerness
For the end was finally near
A look of pleasure crossed both their faces

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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