Poetry

Choices

It happened at the beach one day, a bottle washed ashore.
It looked intact so I opened it and, then, began to pour
a small amount into my hand to have a tiny taste.
If it was good, why not? My ma said not to waste.

It tasted just like water so I drank the bottle down.
I continued my daily walk until I got to town.
Then I felt sort of strange and the sidewalk got much bigger.
My clothes dragged behind me and people began to snicker.

I gazed into a window and could not believe my eyes.
A stranger looked back at me; she was half my size.
I got closer and looked again, she had my crooked nose.
I raised my foot and I’ll be darned, she showed me her bare toes.

Everything that I would do, she would do the very same.
I mouthed the word, Connie, and it looked like she said my name.
My heart began to race when I realized she was me.
“Where am I?” I shouted, as I slowly began to see.

It must have been the water I was dumb enough to drink
I became young again as my body began to shrink.
But I wanted “me” back so I began to ponder how
To reverse the whole procedure, sweat pouring from my brow.

I hiked up my dragging pants and ran back toward the sea.
I prayed to God for His help and He must have heard my plea.
On the sand I spied a bottle with liquid somewhat brown.
A deep voice inside my head ordered me to drink it down.

Sometimes you get a second chance, but don’t depend on it.
As the deep voice talked to me, all my clothes began to fit.
There’s a lesson to be learned, drink not from unknown sources.
Just do your best to think things through and make the right choices.




Sunlight Dances


Sunlight dances on light and dark,
A wooden bridge leads to a park.
A flagstone walkway curves with ease,
Around green plants 'neath blooming trees.

Memories flow striking a spark,
Sunlight dances on light and dark.
Shadows flicker from days gone by,
Scenes of love return with a sigh.

Our hearts were pledged to each other,
Sacred vows to one another.
Sunlight dances on light and dark,
In stately oak, we carved our mark.

Our love has lasted to this day,
Through laughter and tears, work and play.
Still on life's journey we embark,
Sunlight dances on light and dark.


Summertime


Kids on the corner with nothing to do,
Thinking up mischief till summer is through.
Blue skies and sunshine, with time on their hands,
Too hot for fishing or working on tans.

They ride to Joe's Place and shoot some eight ball.
That soon gets boring, on to the mall.
They lock up their bikes near Bobby's Arcade,
Drop in their quarters, shoot, run and evade.

Their money's all gone, so out comes their cell,
Text to their buddies and girlfriends as well.
Complain they are bored and ask them, "What's new?"
Kids on the corner with nothing to do.




Oops


I pulled out the drawer and dropped it.
My toe, bare of shoes, tried to stop it.
It felt like a hammer,
made me shout and stammer,
my mom got an ice bag to top it.

As long as the cold was applied,
the swelling and pain would subside,
but standing was hell
and just made me yell.
My eyes overflowed and I cried.

I sat in my chair with it propped
up high on the wall the pain stopped.
My mom said you can't
continue to rant.
The blood blister needs to be popped.

So off to the doctor we went.
My foot on the dash slightly bent.
Would doc use a knife?
The visions were rife.
Complaining I sorely repent.

But after the doc did his deed,
the swelling and pain did recede.
The motto of this,
Stand back so you miss.
A drawer falls down at high speed

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