"dennys" poems
My dad lost his arm to cancer.
He was 61 years old,
did he let that get him down?
Heck NO...
The day he came home from the hospital
minus one shoulder and arm,
he jumped on his bike and rode
it down to our house,
which was a long block away.
balance, how did he do it?
Dad was always included in
all our neighborhood parties.
if he was sitting in my backyard,
he would be drinking a cup of coffee
with Jim, my husband.
If he was sitting in my neighbor Dennys backyard
he would be drinking a beer
with Denny.
Dad worked as a machine repairman
with out his arm for two more years.
Because he was good.
Dad bowled two times a week with one arm,
and he walked out at the Park
the days he didn't bowl.
My amazing dad, with one arm and no shoulder,
built my kitchen cupboards,
put up a ceiling in the basement,
build doll houses for my daughter
and the neighbor girl,
and also one for a church raffle.
My dad went to church every Sunday,
and when he was so ill,
the nun would visit dad and mom,
mom would play the *****
beer barrel polka,
while the nun and my dad danced.
He was known by many, taught kids
how to bowl, including my son.
AND HE IS MISSED BY ALL....
This is a tribute to my daddy
named Fritz....
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY...
by ~ judy
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
our nearest Dennys
was shut down and we were drunk
so we crashed our car.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
To the half Korean girl
With the nicotine tongue
Who moved to the cubicle next to me
So many years ago:
I am sorry
Blame the hops and barley fueled evenings
Golden amber distorted judgement
Distilled only by the sound of
Fraudulent desperate laughter
Confusing lust for affection
With the faint scent of revenge
In your hair
On your French manicured
Fingertips
Blame the sulfite moon
And the rain dripping down
Highway map trail windows
Coyote past lovers
Egg yolk stained Dennys menus
And the coffee cups that were never
Empty
Empty
Mascara stained chest
Lesbian *********** dreams
The fear in my eyes
Almost gave me away
I am sorry
I didn't mean to **** you
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
i stared out the window while i laid in my bed and you slept, it was artistic in a way
we woke up and jammed out to the 1975 until we had to shower
hey kat, thank you for hanging out with us today
we stopped by your house and played with your cat, oh she is sooo cute
and all my friends stopped by tonight and we all went to dennys
we all laughed at our table until we had to leave
thank you guys for not giving up, for staying alive through this whole life, i know its hard but it will be worth it
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
We loved
Like
Long walks on rainy days
Late night adventures at Dennys
Conversations about things much bigger than the two of us
Our love
Is
Banana Pancakes
Jack johnson
Eating heart shape brownies on valentines day
Laughing so hard I drool chocolate on your white t-shirt
With anyone else I'd be embarrassed
But we....
Laugh
all the way from the cafeteria to Mrs. Cooks classroom and back
Of course I didn't forget
That day
The way
You made me laugh
Feel it in your toes
Throughout your entire body
Pure joy
Our love
Is
Sunshine
Big city dreaming
Making bucket lists
On that blue couch
Where we fell in love
"If you're a turtle I'm a turtle"
Inside jokes that no one understands
We were the best kind of cheesy
We loved
Like
It would last forever
Like maybe it still could last forever?
Soulmate is cliche
But the way it feels when we're together...
Like I've been waiting
For you
For
Our love
My entire life
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
holding your hand is the only high i need
holding you is better than
the buttery french toast i missed out on last night
the smell of maple and almost thirty voices of teenagers born from Hollywood,
our skin sleek with after prom,
i carved our initials in the table at dennys
my heart heavy and pink with the feeling of being 17 and
hurtling towards the end of everything,
sitting in the backseat and glowing,
holding you
is the only drug i need,
unicorn hooves and clenched teeth,
fog machines and sweetness immeasurable,
emily dickinson sitting in a diner at midnight,
wishing she was in bed
or somehow closer
to you
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC