Carefree considerations

When you try to cheer yourself up,
but nothing really works,
and your friends are all being
such unapproachable jerks.

You just have to remember
that some days will suck,
so hold your head high
and don’t give a f**K.

And if you feel like screaming,
just let it all out.
Say every nasty word,
and don’t hesitate to shout.

If the neighbors start to complain,
just scream a little louder;
they’ll look the other way
when they see your rifle and gun powder.

Stand as tall as you can
and bid your shitty day farewell
because you’ve made up your mind,
knowing it’s better not to dwell.

Be happy you’re alive
and be grateful for each day.
And don’t forget to laugh sometimes,
it really is okay.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Gridiron greatness

After years of careful collaboration
between architects, artists, and engineers,
the skyline, at last, exploded
in a grand, gridiron fashion.

The smokestacks of the past
all became the skyscrapers of the future.
But, noticeably, nothing ever really changed
except the city’s outer physique.

The conscientious construct
paved the way for future endeavors,
but commercial enterprise
didn’t stand a chance.

Industry rocketed into the future,
but in the end, nobody could hold on.
And we all know the laws of physics
will sadly never change.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/architecture-skyscraper-2256489/

Thank you to my hubby for the writing prompt: Gridiron greatness

*Also, I know he probably expected me to write about football, but sometimes a writer just can’t be swayed. 😉

Morning messages

We can sum up our feelings
with those three little words,
but it’s the longing beneath them
that always moves me to tears.

I notice every endearing detail
in everything you say,
and it makes my heart beat
in an entirely different way.

The tone of your devoted words
leaves me dancing to their tune,
and I’m in love all over again
as morning fades to afternoon.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Daily prompt 3, courtesy of my hubby: Morning messages

Lost loves and unlickable lollipops

She knew she was getting closer
as the crashing of the waves
could be heard just ahead.
And with each thunderous roar,
she felt the beckoning vibrations
welcoming her home.
Those undulating arms
grew her anticipation,
each surge increasing her desire
for all she had missed.
And as the last golden mound appeared,
her excitement could hardly be contained.
For she knew in just a few more moments
she’d be dipping her eager toes
in those wonderful frothy tides.
One last hurdle was all it took,
and then a sigh and gasp broke free.
It was even more beautiful
than she’d remembered,
and a sea of gleaming diamonds
met her wondrous gaze.
The lolly she’d been enjoying
suddenly fell forgotten.
The shiny morsel deeply embedded
in the powdery sand.
The jaw-dropping scene
left her limp and bedazzled.
The setting much too impressive
for any other cares.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Writing Prompt: Lost loves and unlickable lollipops

Juicy jokes and buttered books

I watched the whole lot of them,
the fence line sagging in protest.
Each smoking and joking,
eying up the classics on display.
I found the sight troublesome
knowing how boys will be boys,
and as the cigarettes wore down,
I could see their restless forms
swaggering my way.
Shivers ran down my spine
as the jostling jokers spotted my gaze,
and I tried to shrink into the backdrop,
but the prowling had already begun.
Darts of catcalling
were hurled my way,
each unsettling word,
a dagger to the innocence of my soul.
This act of playfulness reminded me
of how a lion toys with its prey,
and I knew once the hunt began,
anything left of my dignity
would not be spared.
I tried to act inconspicuously,
walking backward
one trembling step at a time.
But then the books I held
began to slide right out of my arms,
and the movement
caused a chain reaction.
Like red-flagged raging bulls,
the whole bunch
began to barrel my way.
Caught in a panic,
I tripped and fell,
but the embedded asphalt
was the least of my worries.
I tried to stand
but realized it was too late,
the pride was already circling,
waiting to pounce.
In the end, my tormentors
were too tough to deter
and all I could do was fight
with bated breath
until my virtue
no longer remained.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: Juicy jokes and buttered books