"glenda" poems - Hello Poetry

Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda Cate ran late on her first date Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly Edwina drove to the town of Catalina Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen Hope bought her husband a towing rope Isobel fell under the magician's spell Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga Primrose had a Pinocchio nose Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie Ruth could never tell the whole truth Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey Tilly behavior was always rather silly Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred Xena was presented with a court subpoena Yale told her teacher a tall tale Zealand ventured out into the bushland

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Aug 25, 2013

Aug 25, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC

ElizabethSquires

ABC Poem (Girls Names)

Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda Cate ran late on her first date Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly Edwina drove to the town of Catalina Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen Hope bought her husband a towing rope Isobel fell under the magician's spell Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga Primrose had a Pinocchio nose Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie Ruth could never tell the whole truth Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey Tilly behavior was always rather silly Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred Xena was presented with a court subpoena Yale told her teacher a tall tale Zealand ventured out into the bushland

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The wind blows and I can feel the breeze running through my spine, I sit there in the shade of the giant oak tree that grandma Glenda planted here back when she was my age. I was reading "Mocking Jay," by Suzanne Collins, I feel like every time Katniss talked about bringing peace to all the districts this is what she pictured. Quietness; happiness; tranquillity. That's all I felt. Like nothing in the world could hurt me, like my body and my mind had left me and all I had to do was sit back, relax, and enjoy my favorite book. The wind blowing, the kids playing, the birds all in harmony as they sing, With all this beauty in one moment, it's crazy that some people don't just enjoy the little things.

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC

calhoun-poetry

Enjoy the Little Things

The wind blows and I can feel the breeze running through my spine, I sit there in the shade of the giant oak tree that grandma Glenda planted here back when she was my age. I was reading "Mocking Jay," by Suzanne Collins, I feel like every time Katniss talked about bringing peace to all the districts this is what she pictured. Quietness; happiness; tranquillity. That's all I felt. Like nothing in the world could hurt me, like my body and my mind had left me and all I had to do was sit back, relax, and enjoy my favorite book. The wind blowing, the kids playing, the birds all in harmony as they sing, With all this beauty in one moment, it's crazy that some people don't just enjoy the little things.

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early saturday morning i woke to a smell lost over winters breath, that of barbeque and meat stepping outside i could see the smoke down the street so i walked down black man by the name of Myron was sitting on his steps watching as these rabbits jumped over top of one another he noticed me and motioned me over jumping off the steps like a old man turning young again he grabbed a white paper plate and opened the grill what is it about black men and bbq, how do they cook it so well? thanking him, i said i should go, there was a ton of meat cooking and i didn’t want to interrupt his family function Myron mentioned he lived alone, that his wife Glenda had passed away three springs ago and the kids have all moved away staring at him closer i realized how similar Myron was to my own father, only a different color my dad sits on the porch during the day sometimes and i wonder what it is he’s thinking about when he sits out there i imagine it’s the same thing we all think about, death … when is it gonna happen but before we die we worry about other things, too like is this our last meal?

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Apr 14, 2013

Apr 14, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC

thevagabondking

barbeque

early saturday morning i woke to a smell lost over winters breath, that of barbeque and meat stepping outside i could see the smoke down the street so i walked down black man by the name of Myron was sitting on his steps watching as these rabbits jumped over top of one another he noticed me and motioned me over jumping off the steps like a old man turning young again he grabbed a white paper plate and opened the grill what is it about black men and bbq, how do they cook it so well? thanking him, i said i should go, there was a ton of meat cooking and i didn’t want to interrupt his family function Myron mentioned he lived alone, that his wife Glenda had passed away three springs ago and the kids have all moved away staring at him closer i realized how similar Myron was to my own father, only a different color my dad sits on the porch during the day sometimes and i wonder what it is he’s thinking about when he sits out there i imagine it’s the same thing we all think about, death … when is it gonna happen but before we die we worry about other things, too like is this our last meal?

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Si conocieras como te amo, si conocieras como te amo, dejarias de vivir sin amor.si conocieras como te amo,si conocieras como te amo dejarias de mendigar cualquier amor. si conocieras, como te amo., como te amo serias mas feliz. si conocieras como te busco, si conocieras como te busco dejarias que te alcanzara mi voz. si conocieras como te busco, si conocieras como te busco dejarias que te hablara al corazon,si conocieras, como te busco, como te busco escucharias mas mi voz. si conocieras como te sueño me preguntarias lo que espero de ti. si conocieras como te sueño buscarias lo que no pensaba par ti. si conocieras como te sueño, como te sueño pensarias mas en mi.

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC

HeartBroken76

Hermana Glenda - Si Conocieras Cuanto Te Amo

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i was raised up to sing , and to praise god , and to say amen . nothing else . but as i live this life with all of the forks in my yellow brick road , that i was urged to travel on by people in my life who i realize now were children compared to people who cared , i see no god . i see no praise , for him or anyone else that is said to deserve it . i hear no singing . just see thousands of quarter notes in a hymnal book that five people pick up and study , like it's their job . i hear no independent amen . it is only said after one person's prayer is finished and after they have used pointless s p a c e f i l l e r s . " dear lord , we just thank you father for the day to day lord . and god , we just love you lord . and heavenly father , we would like to pray, lord , for those who couldn't make it to this service tonight , god . remember , dear lord , our soliders , god . remember those of your children , father , who have strayed from you path god , and please help them dear jesus to find their way way back to you , heavenly father . in jesus' name . amen ." **THEY KNOW WHO THEY ARE PRAYING TOO . THEY NEED NOT A REMINDER EVERY SECOND .** i bet god gets sick of his own name . i bet he changed it like mom does when the kids say "MOM" too much . maybe that is why prayers aren't getting answered anymore . i bet he changed it to something awesome , too . like Spacefiller Christ . i think a chorus of silent , heartfelt prayers and hushed amen's would be more beautiful than any robotic , unified repeat ; more beautiful than any hymn . STOP . you are not just one of god's children ; you are whatever you want to be . god is not glenda and the devil does not only reside in the west . life was made for you to awaken from this controlled dream and hug your auntie em and to work on the farm in kansas until you get the money to go where you want to go . you don't need to click your heels . not even once . you just need to wake up .

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Jul 14, 2013

Jul 14, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC

miranda-schooler

wizard of anywhere-but-oz .

i was raised up to sing , and to praise god , and to say amen . nothing else . but as i live this life with all of the forks in my yellow brick road , that i was urged to travel on by people in my life who i realize now were children compared to people who cared , i see no god . i see no praise , for him or anyone else that is said to deserve it . i hear no singing . just see thousands of quarter notes in a hymnal book that five people pick up and study , like it's their job . i hear no independent amen . it is only said after one person's prayer is finished and after they have used pointless s p a c e f i l l e r s . " dear lord , we just thank you father for the day to day lord . and god , we just love you lord . and heavenly father , we would like to pray, lord , for those who couldn't make it to this service tonight , god . remember , dear lord , our soliders , god . remember those of your children , father , who have strayed from you path god , and please help them dear jesus to find their way way back to you , heavenly father . in jesus' name . amen ." **THEY KNOW WHO THEY ARE PRAYING TOO . THEY NEED NOT A REMINDER EVERY SECOND .** i bet god gets sick of his own name . i bet he changed it like mom does when the kids say "MOM" too much . maybe that is why prayers aren't getting answered anymore . i bet he changed it to something awesome , too . like Spacefiller Christ . i think a chorus of silent , heartfelt prayers and hushed amen's would be more beautiful than any robotic , unified repeat ; more beautiful than any hymn . STOP . you are not just one of god's children ; you are whatever you want to be . god is not glenda and the devil does not only reside in the west . life was made for you to awaken from this controlled dream and hug your auntie em and to work on the farm in kansas until you get the money to go where you want to go . you don't need to click your heels . not even once . you just need to wake up .

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Depression had been my companion for a while, I felt trapped in a body wracked with pain. My heart was heavy. I saw her running down the isle of the supermarket, All of three years old, golden curls billowing behind, A look of pure joy on her face, An angel straight from heaven right in our midst. Her mother walked behind, Lines of care and tension etching her face. I saw she was living in a world of struggle and turmoil. "Glenda" she called, "How many times have I told you not to do that". Her hand spun out -- she gave the child a whack. I saw surprise and a veil dull the eyes That a moment ago were so alive. "Don't ever do that again." she slowly said. For one moment I remembered what it felt like to be so free, For in that child I saw me. I remembered how it felt to have a heart that had no boundary, To have a body light as can be. When was I told not to be me? I wanted to say "Dear child don't let that experience deter you Remember who you really are. Always remember that feeling of freedom that surrounds you. Dont forget who you really are And never be afraid to be who you are." Stay open and remember where you were Before you even arrived here on earth You come from a place of rainbows, butterflies and angels, A place where everything is possible and achievable A place where miracles happen And a place where there is only love Reach for the moon, reach for the stars You are a light sent from afar

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC

pearl-feldman

You are a light sent from afar

Depression had been my companion for a while, I felt trapped in a body wracked with pain. My heart was heavy. I saw her running down the isle of the supermarket, All of three years old, golden curls billowing behind, A look of pure joy on her face, An angel straight from heaven right in our midst. Her mother walked behind, Lines of care and tension etching her face. I saw she was living in a world of struggle and turmoil. "Glenda" she called, "How many times have I told you not to do that". Her hand spun out -- she gave the child a whack. I saw surprise and a veil dull the eyes That a moment ago were so alive. "Don't ever do that again." she slowly said. For one moment I remembered what it felt like to be so free, For in that child I saw me. I remembered how it felt to have a heart that had no boundary, To have a body light as can be. When was I told not to be me? I wanted to say "Dear child don't let that experience deter you Remember who you really are. Always remember that feeling of freedom that surrounds you. Dont forget who you really are And never be afraid to be who you are." Stay open and remember where you were Before you even arrived here on earth You come from a place of rainbows, butterflies and angels, A place where everything is possible and achievable A place where miracles happen And a place where there is only love Reach for the moon, reach for the stars You are a light sent from afar

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Oh Glenda (Miz Gee gee) years elapsed since, I didst hawk verboten fruit adrip from yar verdant bough, thy strong craven raven doth still twitter and flip sans thy testosterone switch, where woody pecker missus grip ping re: egret ting prospective relationship nixed thee as gull friend material, hip mistress, though heron eye did pay lip service verily orgasmically quip yes...wren doer ring more'n commit Freudian slip which peeping cardinal tip towing thru nested tulip trip gave balled oriole peck whip ping lil *** pistol be friending chirping ***** riot inserting thingmabob after pants sigh did un zip. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Egg gad unlike rob bin duck cradle yar mature red breast all aswirl asper a stationary dreidel mammary ducts mine mouth pursed yar ******* mine gums did ladle. Only in memory, aye hungrily thirst and thirstily hunger fort deux aureole dye still affecting this gab bird, who didst deign as milquetoast guy. Whenever this birdman alone his thoughts metaphorically drone worm wayward toward ***** thatch, where hello kitty doth purr and groan of quintessentially ***** coiled hair moan ning softly as thee bared naked lady lies prone admiring pinkish puckered def flesh tone.

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Jul 28, 2018

Jul 28, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Ma Little Brown Chickadee

Oh Glenda (Miz Gee gee) years elapsed since, I didst hawk verboten fruit adrip from yar verdant bough, thy strong craven raven doth still twitter and flip sans thy testosterone switch, where woody pecker missus grip ping re: egret ting prospective relationship nixed thee as gull friend material, hip mistress, though heron eye did pay lip service verily orgasmically quip yes...wren doer ring more'n commit Freudian slip which peeping cardinal tip towing thru nested tulip trip gave balled oriole peck whip ping lil *** pistol be friending chirping ***** riot inserting thingmabob after pants sigh did un zip. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Egg gad unlike rob bin duck cradle yar mature red breast all aswirl asper a stationary dreidel mammary ducts mine mouth pursed yar ******* mine gums did ladle. Only in memory, aye hungrily thirst and thirstily hunger fort deux aureole dye still affecting this gab bird, who didst deign as milquetoast guy. Whenever this birdman alone his thoughts metaphorically drone worm wayward toward ***** thatch, where hello kitty doth purr and groan of quintessentially ***** coiled hair moan ning softly as thee bared naked lady lies prone admiring pinkish puckered def flesh tone.

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Real world, real war in the spirit realm, breathing leaven disemboweled, yes yes yes gaseous we beasties, mobs and congregating misinfirmed conforming to the mould, black and green up up up morpheme ob serve some body from the edge in piercing ever-with points of everish means to ends, tat-too too you, Dr. Joyce Brothers, my boy's real TV Glenda, good witch of the west, who goaded us past understanding Thalidomide, when we cried, for Miss Sherri's baby, as in my future then, my daughter Natalie, would cry, for baby Jessica, who really did fall into a well… --- same size well head as we had at 120 Oak --- I just noticed, meandering past wondering if I cried, when my baby sister, Peggy, died, in late '49? -- no, '50. Cancer, of the sort fallout causes, we later learned. Obtuse, to use the oft idle word to mean to-ward or a-gain-st t'use the expression for compression, squeezing water from a stone, breaking marrow from the bone, listen to the fire, feel the story keep us warm, long nights, with only little dancing candle flames, to emphasize the phases -- moons, and moons, mensal mental clockish I will if you will go go go rhythms of the falling rain, swishing wishes to know… will you still love me, tomorrow?

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Dec 17, 2020

Dec 17, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC

kenpepiton

I never asked

Real world, real war in the spirit realm, breathing leaven disemboweled, yes yes yes gaseous we beasties, mobs and congregating misinfirmed conforming to the mould, black and green up up up morpheme ob serve some body from the edge in piercing ever-with points of everish means to ends, tat-too too you, Dr. Joyce Brothers, my boy's real TV Glenda, good witch of the west, who goaded us past understanding Thalidomide, when we cried, for Miss Sherri's baby, as in my future then, my daughter Natalie, would cry, for baby Jessica, who really did fall into a well… --- same size well head as we had at 120 Oak --- I just noticed, meandering past wondering if I cried, when my baby sister, Peggy, died, in late '49? -- no, '50. Cancer, of the sort fallout causes, we later learned. Obtuse, to use the oft idle word to mean to-ward or a-gain-st t'use the expression for compression, squeezing water from a stone, breaking marrow from the bone, listen to the fire, feel the story keep us warm, long nights, with only little dancing candle flames, to emphasize the phases -- moons, and moons, mensal mental clockish I will if you will go go go rhythms of the falling rain, swishing wishes to know… will you still love me, tomorrow?

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