Salty succotash and pencil toppers

Pencil topper stew
just wouldn’t do,
but that was all she had
to feed her crew.

So she went to the store
to buy some beans,
but the brand she wanted
were all bursting at the seams.

So she thought for a minute
about what to do
because bursting beans
would need some sort of glue.

The corn looked good,
so she settled on that,
and then she went home
and put it all in a big vat.

By early that evening,
she had an amazing brew,
and even though a tad bit salty,
it was still a hearty stew.

Her kids were all grateful,
and with tummy’s filled to the brim,
they all settled down
to watch some Grimm.

It wasn’t very long
before the kiddies all crashed,
so she nestled them in their beds
while they dreamt of succotash.

Before long, it was her turn
to finally drift away,
catching the midnight train to dreamland;
she was at last gone on a holiday.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: Salty succotash and pencil toppers

Gibberish gents and dog-eared doohickies

I once spent a tarnished red cent
for a man who was undeniably hell-bent
on being an obnoxious
and gibberish gent.

And I knew for certain
I shouldn’t have wasted my token,
but I felt so sorry
when the man’s doohickey became broken.

To this day, I still wonder
if I’ll ever finally learn
not to let a man’s problems be
of any of my concern.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: Gibberish gents and dog-eared doohickies

All grown up…

For many years,
I played all the games,
and I continued to play
while the fun lasted.

But winning got old
when nobody was left
to see me win, so in the end
I gave up playing.

I know you’re probably
still playing all the games,
and that’s great,
I hope you are.

But for me, I think I’m
too grown up for games,
so I’m leaving all the wins
to you.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: Spoiled brats and games like that

*I decided to repost this one today since it goes with the prompt challenge for this month. I know I’m kinda cheating here as far as National Poetry Month goes, but I just didn’t feel like doing this prompt again.

Rosy red petunias and pretty pickled peanuts

Ravishing in red
She’s pretty as a petal
Just pitch the peanuts

© 2021 Michelle Cook

*And yet another one of my writing prompts doomed from the start. Where do I come up with these? 🙄


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Writing prompt: Rosy red petunias and pretty pickled peanuts

Jumbled like Jenga

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Cardboard boxes
End to end
Will I ever see
This floor again

Jumbled like Jenga
Teetering towers
At this point I’ve got
Superpowers

Lifting, squatting,
Moving mountains
Nothing else rhymes
Except for fountains

Dizzy from exertion
I could really use a break
But my will isn’t willing
To negotiate

I’ve gotta get this done
No time to waste
Cause right now I’m feeling
So displaced

And once this is finished
I’ll have me some fun
For I’ll have earned my day
Of sitting in the sun

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Phone zombie…

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The notifications are gone
Flags all disappeared
No new email
The silence is weird

Feels almost like
The whole world is dead
As more illogical thoughts
Fill up my head

Maybe I’m crazy
Or so I’ve been told
But the quiet is depressing
When the screen has gone cold

And isn’t that the issue
The problem we all face
Think I’ve become a phone zombie
And it’s such a disgrace

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Indisposed

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All curled up
In a ball on my chair
It’s quiet here
A slight chill in the air

The solitude cradles me
Like a cocoon
I’ve been this way
All afternoon

My mind isn’t right
And I almost feel drugged
Could be I’ve contracted
Some weird, nasty bug

My eyelids flutter
As I drift off again
You’d laugh at the sight
I’m currently in

A view for sore eyes
On a cold winters day
Come visit me again
When I’m feeling okay

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Mending a heart

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Of all the things
We mend each day
A heart is rather hard
They say

Stitching a heart
Requires patience and skill
A steady hand
And a very sharp quill

Most people flee
From the needle at hand
For they will not agree
With what they don’t understand

And sharp objects
Are never very nice
So a wounded heart
Is often left to suffice

Yet the task of mending
Is actually quite easy
If you can find a person
Who isn’t too queasy

But just how often
Is somebody actually willing
To take a chance
On further heart spilling

Most would rather
Just let things be
Because mending a heart
Isn’t easy you see

It may seem simple
To the mender
But not for the person
Who must surrender

Matters of the heart
Are never quite clear
And that’s just the way it is
My dear

© 2019 Michelle Cook

She said…

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She said…

Welcome to the age
Of being quite old
Imperfections aplenty
And your feet are always cold

You used to have friends
But you can’t remember them now
And you try to make new ones
But you can’t remember how

You miss the days
When you were once vibrant and energetic
You’re now considered dull
And a wee bit eccentric

You look in the mirror
And you notice every strange feature
And you wonder how you became
Such an odd looking creature

You think of ways
In which you could improve
But that would then mean
You’d actually have to move

So you sigh a huge sigh
And bury your head
Deep in your pillow
On your old comfy bed

And you give yourself over
To the effects of time
Knowing you’ll never again be
At your prime

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Washing woes…

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I am a slave
To its ring
That monstrosity
Of a thing

It calls for me
Night and day
Happily chiming
In its annoying way

And I wonder
What’s the good
To wish for a life
Beyond motherhood

For I was born to clean
Every mess
And so now
I shall digress

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Waterspout wishes

Jellyfish jolts

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Prone to misfortune
And many blunders
As her poor mind
Would often wander

She made
A terrible mistake
Of getting up
At daybreak

And she set out
To the sea
Hoping for a day
Of soaring free

But the girl’s spirit
Led her astray
As the tide swept
Her cares away

And after that first
Erroneous step
She sighed from her
Nonchalant attempt

Because one stride
Became too many
As she nearly squashed
A silver jenny

And the next footfall
Was even worse
Such an unfortunate
Squishy curse

For that jellyfish
Wasn’t missed
And that pathetic girl
Just yelped and hissed

The stinging jolt
Was quite unamusing
Leaving her foot
Swollen and oozing

The unlucky girl
Had only wanted a day
To leave her burdens
Far away

But her carefree
And heedless endeavors
Were tragically
Tainted forever

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Jellyfish jolts

A clump of bitter thoughts

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A clump of bitter thoughts
Courses through my mind
If only I could strangle my emotions
And leave the world behind

But my rage is in full bloom
Bursting with savage, ugly truths
And if it wasn’t so damn hot
I’d shout my anguish from the roofs

And there’s also a pile of ash
Circling round my head
I can never seem to catch it
And it’s something that I dread

So adding to my frustration
I’m dealing with all of that too
And I wonder how does one cross-over
When they can never see their way thru

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Misaligned and malevolent

Maddigan Brown

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There are some people
You just never forget
Usually they’re strange
Or full of vile and wit

Maddigan Brown
Was one of those boys
Always goofing around
Making some noise

The teachers all sneered at him
Rolling their eyes
He couldn’t do anything
Without being chastised

But Maddigan didn’t care
He craved the attention
Even when his behavior
Got him thrown in detention

He was a stranger to me
But someone I wish I could have met
For he was a legend in his time
Someone nobody will forget

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For my daughter, Brie 😉