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Road radio blues

~ ~M ~ 21 Comments

He’s been thinking
about that one girl,
that pretty little gal
he used to know.

She’d pour his drinks
n work out his kinks
because she loved him so.

Her name was plain ol Mabel,
though, to most,
she was just a fable.

But good boy Johnny,
more skinny than brawny,
he’s never forgotten those eyes.

Once Mabel got started,
there was no departin;
he’d just get lost
in those long-legged thighs.

She was that one girl,
the one who made his head swirl,
always full of surprise.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Poetry prompt:  I’ve sort of been in a slump lately when it comes to writing and decided to ask my hubby to start giving me daily prompts.  This is day 2… Road radio blues.

I met a man…

~ ~M ~ 24 Comments

I met a man
Tall n skinny
Ebony skin
Eyes new guinea

His rough hands
Overlapped my own
Wide smiles
Set the tone

Kindness felt
Filling my heart
Sad at last
When we did part

Never even
Caught his name
Moments like these
Never leave us the same

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Mad morning mayhem

~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

The morning rush
Leaves me dizzy
Cars here n there
Everyone is busy

I just can’t focus
My nerves are shot
I loosen my tie
But still I’m hot

Not even my coffee
Is helping today
My chest is tight
The sky is gray

The air looks thick
So I hold my breath
Wonder if it’ll help
To delay my death

The day drags on
I try to stay awake
But my coffee is cold
No time for a break

I sit up straight
As the boss walks by
And when he’s passed
I cough out a sigh

The clock is ticking
Louder by the minute
There’s one more hour
But I’ve reached my limit

Finally it’s time
Adrenaline fills me up
But now there’s traffic
My shoulders slump

My grip tightens
Patience worn thin
Still in disbelief
Over the jam I’m in

I spy an opening
The sea finally parts
I almost jump for joy
As the cars begin to start

The way at last clear
I feel like I could cry
But I choke back the tears
Though I don’t know why

I at last take my place
In the race against time
Flying through intersections
Like I’m fleeing a crime

There’s one final hurdle
I’ll see home at last
Grateful to leave mayhem
In rear views past

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Poetry prompt:  I’ve sort of been in a slump lately when it comes to writing and decided to ask my hubby to start giving me daily prompts.  This is the first one… Mad morning mayhem.

There are friends…

~ ~M ~ 31 Comments

There are friends,
and then there are friends.

Some will stay close like brothers;
others will come and go like the wind.

But all of them will have a special purpose.

Some will come to fill the dark places with light;
others will help mend our broken pieces.

One thing is certain; none will ever be forgotten.

Each one leaves an everlasting imprint,
deeply embedded and revered.

Remaining forevermore,
within our hearts and minds.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Come play with me

~ ~M ~ 13 Comments

Come play with me
Spend the whole day
We’ll find adventures
I’ll show you the way

Come play with me
We’ll have plenty to do
A fun day to share
Just me and you

Come play with me
Give me your hand
Let’s race to the moon
I know you’ll understand

Come play with me
There’s a secret place I know
A traipse through the forest
Is where we’ll have to go

Come play with me
Through the trees to the sea
The sound of the waves
Is sure to set you free

Come play with me
We’ll have so much fun
Let’s get going
Before the day is done

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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