"judy" poems
HIGH TOP SHOES...
Back in my day, children wore high top shoes.
Girls white, boys brown.
Because they gave you ankle support.
MOM SAID....
What would mom say now?
High tops are back.
But not for kids
there can't be any ankle support
For they have 7" heels
Some with a zipper up the back
And cut out pointed toes
With silver sparkles
WHAT?
What a difference 70 years makes
Now we should be back into high tops
Girls white, boys brown
Because they give you ankle support...
GRANDMA SAID....
By judy
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
The creek out to our cottage
was right out our front door...
The boats were docked on down the line
with fishermen galore...
Motor boat, motor boat
putt, putting down the line...
I know you thought you were quiet
but I could hear you just fine...
I'd lay in bed and listen,
to the fishermen in the boat...
They would talk and laugh
and sometimes tell a joke...
I was just a little girl
wishing I was going with them...
But dad was at work, so there was no way
I'd just have to wait for that special day...
So I'd dream of the time
when I could jump in that boat.
with my fishing pole always ready
had a bobber ready to float...
by ~ judy
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
The Queen of Darken Dreams
Poetic Judy Emery
The dark unfathomed tide
That has fathomed my life;
Of an interminable pried
That blacken up my heart
That turned it into ice,
My life is only a mystery
Of many darken dreams;
I can still hear the ravens cry
Day and night
Always by my side
deep into the night where life
is full of fright;
it is a part of my early journey
where lies are always being told
while the creepy stories are
on the making of true hearts breaking,
where old dreams never made
a home of darkness;
where poets written down
what they loved;
where plays are making drama
that made visions come alive;
with wild crazy thoughts
moved the mind and hearts
to a place of the unknown,
where words are written
to a place of forbidden,
Where a place my own mind
made a written scene;
for others to play out in their own minds,
places in the mind is a journey of some kind,
where true imaginations are made,
where the spirit of me
hasn’t seen yet;
but I hold no regrets;
but at times I hold worthiness of my heart,
on dreamy eyes;
I do write what comes to my mind,
What my heart bleeds
For a world of mystery
To open their minds and read all about me
In darken dreams;
Poetic Judy Emery
The Queen of all darken dreams,
I let my inter visions of my spirit
Write out my misty scenes
for all to capture what it is I see or bleed,
My thought come with many plots;
to control the unknown;
where sleeping spell and rose dust
are being cast into a darken past;
yet; hunting down the brighter hopes in life
to come alive in my life;
There will always be the two dodo brides
In my stories;
You will hear many kinds of things
That will come into darken dreams;
Words of a thief to make the heart weep,
Where witches casting spell
Where only true love could take the spell off,
Where knights ride along the lines
Where queens are made in dreams,
In the sight of ancient time;
I care not about the evil enemies
Because they are a part of the story;
But my work of darken dreams
I do cherish because they are about me.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
A TERM OF ENDEARMENT.....
As a little girl my girl friends dad
Called me BIRDBRAIN....
And that never bothered me.
I knew it was a term of endearment.
Of course back then I didn't know
What endearment meant.
But I knew he was kidding...
His house was the fun house
Of the neighborhood.
His wife was an angel.
We had taffy pulls,
Mrs G made popcorn *****
And lined up chairs
In front of the television
So we kids could watch
Wrestling....
with a big bubble magnifying glass
And she served us bowls of popcorn.
Always something to do....
I went to the quarry one time with them
Looking for fancy rocks....
Mr. G, Mr. G is this a good one?
No Birdbrain, it's just sandstone...
He was a fancy rock collector...
The name Birdbrain was so special to me...
A name which was spoken with
Endearment....
I'm sure of that.....
By judy
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
The back door. Green eyes and smelly fur! The werewolf comes for our kid. Its time! White Knight teddy armed with a wooden sword and Judy the red Raccoon and her magical red powers! Its time to vanquish this nightmare before it even starts! The werewolf tears down the back door and howls in the darkness. All we can see is the bright green eyes shining in the blackness. And there awaits White Knight Teddy and Judy the Red Raccoon! W.K.T lands a flurry of blows with his awesome unbreakable wooden sword as the werewolf cries in pain! Judy the Red then emits waves of magical red beams that knock the werewolf out the back door as it screams in fear and scampers back into the woods!
And so W.K.T And Judy the red Raccoon triumph over the would be nightmare that was trying to haunt their kid. NOT TONIGHT!!!
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
I AM BEAUTIFUL
I am beautiful;
but my heart is locked
from the pains of yesterdays
in knowledge, I do have
the good and the bad
I get happy and sad
I get overwhelmed with emotions
of feelings that cut so deep within me,
oh, how my heart
bleeds out in ink
for all to read about me
what it is that I feel
and what isn't seen
on the eyes of hate,
from my own hatters
I stand up for who I am
no matter the pain
that comes my way,
I am Beautiful within my soul
I am elegant yet brave
but at times I am afraid
I am a woman of knowledge
I know I have so much more to learn
as this life keeps on turning,
I will keep doing what it is I love
even when I am aging with time
I will keep on writhing
and fighting for me
while the old pen bleeds the ink of me.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1990
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
I think about my death.
The seed of life
is so
profuse,
and that
is
my demise.
I might live,
but I will die.
When I dream,
I dream
of Judy Greer.
She's been there
talking
about
love and *******
and death
and hurting.
So what can I say now,
when bulletholes
of lightning
people my dreams.
When a couple
shots of whiskey
have put me on the edge
of missing you
over memories.
I moan
and dream,
because dreaming
is a moan
for hope.
And being in for a bid,
is the same
as your lips
to
my
lips.
So I evade promises
and dribble
into traps
of
depression.
I've had this problem
for so long,
it seems inconsequential
that I might
wring my neck
by an electrical cord,
or by the chords
of your heart..
Because i miss you
and that
type
of
thing
never lets go
to much.
I stare at humans with an anchor in my hands.
I don't know if I should break
their noses,
or
tell them how it got there.
Don't hate me,
just be grateful;
that I told you I'm so sad
and worn out.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 7:48 PM UTC
MAMA CAN YOU HEAR ME?
I'm telling you I love you,
and thank you for all the
loving things you did for me...
MAMA CAN YOU HEAR ME?
You were a mom who always
put me first.
I didn't realize it them...
MAMA CAN YOU HEAR ME?
I want to call you and say
go to the basement,
a storm is coming...
MAMA CAN YOU HEAR ME?
What is that recipe
for plum cake?
Oh and also the tomato pudding...
MAMA CAN YOU HEAR ME?
Thank you for being such
a wonderful grandma to
my children...
MAMA CAN YOU HEAR ME?
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!
I miss you oh so much...
~~~
by ~ judy
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
THE TOOTH FAIRY...
The tooth fairy knows
When you loose that tooth
BUT
HOW WILL THE TOOTH FAIRY KNOW?
When my granddaughter
Lost her tooth
It was at Barry Bagels
With her other grandma
In the bathroom.
Dropped it
Couldn't find it
Grandma panicked
Granddaughter panicked
HOW WILL THE TOOTH FAIRY KNOW?
So home without a tooth
Sad granddaughter, sad grandma...
BUT
Her mommy saved the day...
A note under the pillow
From the tooth fairy
Dear Jenson
My tooth fairy friend found your tooth
And ask me to deliver your $ reward
With a little fairy dust added
And everyone was happy.
BUT
HOW DID THAT TOOTH FAIRY KNOW?
Wink wink....
By judy
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
Dress up days
FOR KIDS
I don't mean the times
They dressed up for Church
Or for special holidays
But the times they found
A long dress in their moms closet,
And their moms high heel shoes
Oh and the hats they found
In a hat box in the closet.
Please mom, please....
They were in seventh Heaven...
And the special box
In a best friends basement,
Filled with formals
And a box of high heels.
That insured them a great
Play day...
I grew up in
Dress up days
My girls grew up in
Dress up days
But this day and age
It seems there are
Dress up days
Filled with Princesses
Bought at Target
Or on Amazon.
Stealing the creative ability of a child.
They are expensive, beautiful
And they sparkle
I'm sure the little girls
Probably get more excited
Over Princess dresses
That sparkle
Then the ones that hang
Over their shoulders
And drag on the ground.
Either way, they can still
Have fun while singing
"I'm so fancy"
By Judy
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 5:52 AM UTC
I died on a Tuesday and found my way in the news
Caught between a commercial and karaoke singing girl
Was the appearance of the killer but they only had his shoes
I approached the desk and rang a little bell
Saint Peter took out a pen, found my name and said
"You're not on the list, you must be looking for Hell."
I tried to appeal for trial in Heavenly Courtroom Twelve
Judge Jesus and Judy had to declare a hung jury
And during recess I had to find a bed in Purgatory Hotel
In Room 237, I met a man named Avery
He was a little cynical and said that this was typical
That "it took them 18 years to finally save me."
In the morning I finally I got to hear the verdict
Led by a jury of peers such as writers and queers
They said hell awaits those whose life isn't worth it
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
The smell of a newborn baby after a bath, all sprinkled with powder.
I don't think that smell will ever change.
A smell I will always remember...
My grandma Bertha would always smell like lavender.
I use to buy lavender soap, and hand cream because it made
me think of her.
A smell I will always remember...
My great uncle would make taffy, and one time I helped stretch it.
A smell I will always remember...
My mom would take me to dance class, and the building smelled
like Carmel. Much later in life, I entered a building that had the same smell, and it brought back those old days.
A smell I will always remember...
When a storm was brewing in Lake Erie there was a smell of raging waters. A north eastern was coming - I could smell it.
A smell I will always remember...
The soothing sound of the motor boat passing by leaving the smell
of gasoline - why did that comfort me?
A smell I will always remember...
Walking down the beach, bear foot in the sand, and running across
a dried up dead fish.
A smell I will always remember...
My husband would always use Comet with bleach to clean out the
sink, tub and he would sprinkle it add a bit of water making it a
paste, and let it set for an hour.
A smell I will always remember...
Smell can bring back a memory, at least for me...some good, some bad, but these are a few of my favorite memories of smell...and when I smell them now, it sparks my memory.
by ~ judy
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
The bright sun’s rays
Are dappled as they strike
The manicured greensward.
He, tall, lithe, teeth all aglow
In cream slacks and pastel blouson,
She, fair and fairylike in acres of shimmering gauze,
Alight from the auto
At the site of their ‘manger al fresco’
Let us call them Justin and Jocelyn.
The basket is heavy
No matter.
He lifts it clear to carry
She gasps, he grins.
In minutes the scene is set
The rug, the plates, the glasses
The pate, the cold chicken,
The fruit….the wine.
He deflowers a bottle of Moselle,
Wishing it were her.
Guessing as much she blushes.
Ants retreat to nests
Wasps attack alternate targets
Flies zoom elsewhere to feed.
And all the while the sun
The golden sun continues to dapple.
The rain is not quite horizontal
As Joe and Judy
Run from the bus stop
To the stony beach.
Not quite horizontal
But driven off the sea it tastes salty.
He, ordinary, average, in a dampening grey mackintosh.
She, hair bleached in a sister’s frock and jacket
Holding hands,
And hold each a sandwich
Cellophane wrapped.
Squatting against the seawall
They eat.
Wet eyes flash bright signals.
Joe has a small thermos
Its vegetable soup,
And somehow a hardboiled egg appears,
To share.
The rain continues its attack.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
Prom Time ~ Past...
What an exciting time it was.
High School Prom...
It seems like we girls were
More excited over this dance
Then those boys....
Mom i need a dress,
So mom would make me a dress.
New fancy earrings...
An evening made special
For a Cinderella... oh we girls
Were all in a make believe
Cinderella daze...in 1958
Curfew 12a.m. don't be late
Prom Time ~ Present...
My grandson was ask to prom
By a girl who baked him cupcakes
That spelled out PROM?
Very creative, who wouldn't
Except that invitation....
Limo picking them up,
Off to a restaurant,
Followed by dancing and gabbing,
And the after prom....
All night long, chaperones, snacks, games.
Curfew ~ morning ... don't be late... 2014
The Prom was and is what you make it...A MEMORY
by ~ judy
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
The natural you and what about him
The Zen gold egg climber Prince
Got his "Godly" rinse of the hen
We always knew their way upon
our thinking "Jumping Jack Flash"
But to be the change the day single
let's be feasible naturally, we mingle
The Holy water medieval drinking
By the night call, something is moving
Like a creature not in human form
We need to meet our expectations
More spoken revelations and terms
Naturally, we were born to be told
we have the fire to move any force
Even when our bones are getting old
That powerful love but someone is
watching us above
With higher hopes will make
it through lovesick she coughs
The Passageway like a click of her heels
Feeling the beauty but climbing high
Naturally being cool with her sigh
Or the carriage day vintage wine
Her lucky wheel
World’s are invitation the engagement,
The sweet words or the terms of endearment
Be the Higher lover up in the Prince bow to her
A need to get higher inside the
Castle what a love hustle like a stampede
The rampage turning the ancient pages
Rock and roll ages or the Gothic pale
Victorian beauty her name Judy
Sir page the Grand Marnier
or change of pace human race
The drink Moet
High Mighty King singing
Her heart shape ring beating
Fresh-cut or worn out smoke put out
Brighten her pleasure the rose repose
To be born not a piece of paper torn
Like a Queen reborn
For love how its spoken not just
City Girl with her token for-God-sake
can you look through her
wing turned up she is curled up
in her new threads of sheets
eyes please she is not ready
to hear goodbyes to your beat
What do you read is she naturally
beautiful than or now
Her naturally glow lights up
The Shakespearian castle
Two nature healers, not the
same as card dealers
Butterflies the fireflies
Her love shape naturally
that's no lie
It comes naturally to be loved __
More like homed bakes muffin ___
Google the nature of things spoken but
they may not come
Please don't wait too long
Perhaps there is always someone
to copy your song
Be the climber love for who she is
Her vegetables her sensuality is quite
organically raw
She loves her side dish coleslaw
How nature made us in the womb
Naturally spoken things like her sub combo
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
Chirping crickets...
As a little girl....
I remember hearing this sound
In our living room
I ask my mom
Because mom knew everything
What is that?
She called it a cricket
mom thought crickets chirping
Was music to her ears
I remember her saying
Listen! Listen!
It's singing to us
And she was smiling
I never saw the cricket
Just heard it chirping...
BUT
One day as mom moved our davenport
Away from the wall
To dust the mop boards
She found that this chirping cricket
Was eating away at our davenport....
Now that's what I call
"Singing for your supper"
If only we had GOOGLE back then.
By Judy
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
Dancing In The Dark
Preciously waiting in the dark
holding on to my heart
it's beating like a bate without wings
Waiting to see if this love is true
I walk away in the pain of blues
that Dark Angel had given me
He keeps on tell me
that I need him like the lost sea needs me
oh, always in my dreams I would hear it scream
and the noise was everywhere!
The wave crashing in and out all over
the slated land where I stand
with Dark Angel holding my hand
He just looked at me with no care in his eyes
only darkness Shed in his eyes like the dead
just one tear to let me know you even cared.
He whispers in my ear
just to say he will always be with me he will
never leave, he will even find me in dreams.
Dance with me in the rain to wash away your
fears my dear
Tell me what you see in me to make you hurt me
Dark Angel, he smiled and said Love is painful
Love makes the hear weep where you can never sleep
This is the Love I give and this is what You
will receive from me if you are with me.
He taken hold of my small waist narrowing
his hands almost at my ribs just to get a closer
feel of what he hungers for,
I will never let you go without a fight
the he looked deep in my eyes
I started to cry in so much agony.
Hold me close then ask me for a second dose
Of a dance in the rain in thunderstorm
of his pain of deep control
but I want to be free this you got to know
please Dark Angel let me go
I will keep saying I Love you if you want me to
But I just want to be free
My heart is made from gold I want you to
please let me go, you don't have to be so mean
to me, I will say in the rain I love you
I love you in the cold in the snow
But you know that will never be true.
It has been along year dancing in the rain
with you. I keep my eye shut because your lust
is to much, you take me down to take me apart
in so much pain.
You take my heart and beat it to the ground
I feel your love, I feel the cuts eating at my
dulcet heart making it cold, please let go.
the night the velvet Moon cried for me too
while Dark Angel was take over my life
like a thief in a cold dark night
with no one in sight but the moon.
Tell me you would never leave
He would tell me you need me like I need air to breathe
I cried with hurt in my eyes
but the rain was coming down so hard
you could never see my tears to be found.
Darkness and pain is the life you given me
I cried out with shivers down my spin
losing my mind out in the cold
I looked at him as he takes my hand for the next dance
to get under my skin.
You have my heart and you locked it down
as he spins me around
He uses his words as a weapon from my soul to fear
but I will not shed no more tears for you to hear.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
Seagulls roaming on the sand
Waiting for the crumbs from man...
They swoop on down around your head
Enjoying their freedom, so it's said...
They love to join you while you fish
Diving down for the ones you miss...
Many Seagulls gather around
Lots of squawking going on...
by ~ Judy
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
Our Love Shines Like A Diamond
In the night
your Love shine bright like a diamond
Whose herds with milk
whose fields with bread
with the sight of Your light that
shines so bright
Your Love shines a cross the
Mediterranean Sea with summers breeze
the moon glistens over the sea
I choose to be happy and that is when
I found you in June
with you in my life I am on high
You and I this Love will always shine
We're like diamonds in the midnight sky
flying on high for others too see
what true Love brings
too see we are running free
The knowledge I see in your eyes is an ample
Your Love holds me keeps me clean
You're a shooting star of ecstasy
that runs right into me
you are that star that my heart needs
When you hold me
my world starts to comes alive
for the first time
You given me a reason to keep on living
We're like diamonds in the sky
sing our Love on high
in that big beautiful sky
Your Love to me is like one of a kind
You light my heart like a burning star
beaming from far right to my heart
in the night sky we will fly
Your Love is like a dream
A dream that came true
In times of my Life it was hard to find
Mr Right
Your Life
your love takes me places I never been
I never seen or been only in dreams
Your Love is the applause to my heart
I knew that we'd become one
right from the start
I felt the energy of your words
lite of my soul like the sun rays
I saw my life changing
when you came in it
inside your eyes I seen me
The knowledge You given me
given me strength to believe in Love
Your Love shot a spark right in my heart
like a blaze that hit so deep within me
This Love is beautiful
It's like diamonds in the sky
Singing love song on high
just for you and I
You are the noble one of my heart
I was froze lost at sea but you saved me.
Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
Growing up way back
when life was simple.
There were wringer wash machines.
On Monday morning I remember my mom
fill the wash machine with hot water.
Add soap powder, but watch or it will clump.
Then she added fels naptha soap
Which was a bar, and you sliced off
pieces for the extra ***** clothes.
SIMPLE?
Now she added the clothes
While they are agitating
You wait...
You have a second tub filled with hot water.
to transfer those clothes into, for rinsing.
You always used the same water over.
You started with white clothes,
then eventually by the time the
dark clothes came around
the water looked pretty gross..
SIMPLE?
After rinsing you use that magical wringer.
Which is two rollers that sqeeze all the water out.
Time...it all takes time..
Then into the wash basket.
Laundry back when life was simple...
By then your basket if full of wet heavy clothes.
Out to the clothes line.
But first you had to run a dry cloth to wipe
the dirt off the clothes line.
Hanging up all that laundry
with those cute wooden clothes pins.
Not even clip ones were invented back then.
But the bag which held all the clothes pins
was real cute, it looked like a dress...
SIMPLE?
Socks, ****** shirts, slacks, towels,
oh those heavy towels
and my favorite the sheets.
Time, it takes time to dry those clothes.
Laundry back when life was simple.
Back then everything was ironed.
Starched and there was no spray starch,
or steam iron.
Mom would dip the collars of the shirts
into a bowl of starch,
and roll it up,
it was ready to be ironed.
Laundry back when life was simple...
How can that be a simple time.
I watched my mom and grandma
do this every Monday.
Starting early and it would be evening
when she would finally have
the clothes folded and put away...
The next day was for ironing.
~~~
SIMPLE?
We have the simple life
for now we can throw in a load, have it washed,
thrown in the dryer, and hung up
in a couple of hours.
Taking a coffee break in between
the washing and drying...
by ~ judy
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
Sometimes we need something besides Covid19 and Protest's. So today sending you a thought...Can you remember special smells?
A MEMORY OF SMELLS, ARE THEY STILL THE SAME?
The smell of a newborn baby after a bath, all sprinkled with powder.
I don't think that smell will ever change.
A smell I will always remember...
My grandma Bertha would always smell like lavender.
I use to buy lavender soap, and hand cream because it made
me think of her.
A smell I will always remember...
My great uncle would make taffy, and one time I helped stretch it.
A smell I will always remember...
My mom would take me to dance class, and the building smelled
like Carmel. Much later in life, I entered a building that had the same smell, and it brought back those old days.
A smell I will always remember...
When a storm was brewing in Lake Erie there was a smell of raging waters. A north eastern was coming - I could smell it.
A smell I will always remember...
The soothing sound of the motor boat passing by leaving the smell
of gasoline - why did that comfort me?
A smell I will always remember...
Walking down the beach, bear foot in the sand, and running across
a dried up dead fish.
A smell I will always remember...
My husband would always use Comet with bleach to clean out the
sink, tub and he would sprinkle it add a bit of water making it a
paste, and let it set for an hour.
A smell I will always remember...
Smell can bring back a memory, at least for me...some good, some bad, but these are a few of my favorite memories of smell...and when I smell them now, it sparks my memory, again...
by ~ judy
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds, Texas.
What did Judy say? "God-forsaken is beautiful, too."
A very old man who has cancer on his face and takes
care of the cemetery, is raking a grave in such a
manner as to almost (polish it like a piece of silver
3k
Pay your quarters
pay your dimes
you're paying for laundromat time
slowly spinning
forgotten
by
Einstein's Theory of Relativity.
Minutes become hours
and
there are still too many hours to go.
Any math class
intense gas
organized religion
waiting for the tow truck,
the bus
in
the pouring frozen rain.
Sitting in the E.R.
with a cut finger
waiting waiting waiting.
Sitting in the hospital room
with an elderly distant relative
you hardly know,
their funeral too.
At the grandparents house
with endless repeats of Judge Judy
on the t.v.
t.v. droning monotoning on and on and on.
Any work day
perpetually two thirty or three,
in meetings with presentations
with more presentations to go,
you're trying to be productive,
but all you know
is
laundromat time
slowly spinning.
Any night of insomnia,
betrayals endless loops,
anxiety rolling through,
following you from one cigarette to another
three o'clock
four o'clock
four-twenty.
Home movies of endless barbeques
I know meaningful to you.
Pictures of people's
cats and dogs
a hundred more to go.
Eight and a half months pregnant,
kiddie soccer on a Sunday morning at 7:30,
the middle school brass band
Friday night at nine,
yes, that's me
passed out and snoring,
laundromat time
a warm blanket
has
put me under.
Anybody else's endless fascinations
say
pictures of weather,
laundromat time sets in
as the
eye lids flutter
narcolepsy sets in with all of this clutter.
So the next time
you're standing in line
and the woman in front is telling
the clerk
every detail you never wanted to know
you'll think about these poor lines
and remember
you're spinning in laundromat time
forgotten by Einstein.
In fact these poor lines
must be feeling that way too
I am going to do you a favor
and
get back to you later.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
The caterpillar looks like a wiggly worm...
With stripes of color, she makes me squirm...
She has patience while sitting upon a stem...
Dodging the animals, and legs of man...
Her color is vivid, of black, yellow and green...
She'll turn into a butterfly, her beauty to be seen...
by ~ Judy
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
HOME MADE VALENTINES DAY...
Back in the 1940's when I was young
Valentines Day was so special
Everything was homemade
from the Valentine box,
the Valentines,
and Valentine cookies.
As the room mother one year
my mom was asked to make a large
Valentine Box
I remember the doilies that we
colored in, we had ruffles,
glitter on little hearts,
everything was pink, white and red.
The big Valentine box was put on
the teachers desk
Then as each child came in
they deposited their Valentines
in the beautiful Valentine Box.
I can't remember seeing the teacher
remove the Valentines from the box
but somehow she did, and a couple
of us kids got to pass out the cards.
We took them home in a paper bag.
But first we opened them up....
Always excited to see if we got
a special one from someone special...
Did you get one from Jimmy,
or best friend Sue
Here's one from the teacher
with a sucker too...
As the years passed by, and I became a mother
I helped my children make their own
small Valentine Box.
With Doilies, red hearts and
the most important part was glitter....
and they came home from school
filled with cards picked up at the
Valentine Store...
But
as years passed on
the Grandkids were more creative.
A Valentine Box
that looked like
a Lady Bug
each year they became more creative.
But
none as beautiful in my eyes
as the big large Valentine Box
my mom made.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY...
by judy
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC