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More poetry.
This is the sappy stuff.
I realize that Valentine's Day will be here pretty quick and alot of guys are in trouble because they're broke.
You need help?
Well guess what?
I used to be a Cupid.
Honest to goodness.
People paid me to send Valentines greetings to their girlfriends, wanna be girl friends, wives, ex wives, etc.
I was pretty good at it.
So while I normally hide out from today until Feb16?
I think this year I'll try something different.
To begin?
An original poem.
Honest.
Britta
My love is writ on her face.
The pink flush of new roses on her cheeks.
The blue of her eyes?
Is it wisteria or violets?
Depends.
Rare does she stare into my eyes.
Soon as the rose blooms.
She looks away.
In Spring she's dressed in periwinkles and the green of clover.
In winter?
Soft fluzzy sweaters like snow.
C Ann Ford
1-25-12
All rights to this poem owned by the author which means if you rip it off with out giving credit you are either going to get diseases OR you're going to go blind, it's going to shrivel up, and then?
Fall off.
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So pay up or give credit.
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I'm gonna' change this a bit. See if you can tell where.
ReplyDeleteBritta
My love is writ on her face.
The pink flush of new roses on her cheeks.
The blue of her eyes?
Is it wisteria or violets?
Depends.
Rare does she stare into my eyes.
Soon as the rose blooms.
She looks away.
She's Spring dressed in periwinkles and the green of clover.
In winter?
Soft fluzzy sweaters like snow.
C Ann Ford
1-25-12
Will sit on it here and see if I like it
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Okay more stuff.
ReplyDeleteWhen I walked away from you?
I could still feel the heat of your face against mine.
Could still smell you on my skin.
A breeze grazed my cheek and it was your hand on my face.
Cool but not cold.
I tried not to turn round.
Willed myself to walk slower.
Resolute.
I'd made the decision to leave.
You'd agreed.
Neither of us asking why.
c anne ford 1-25-12
This is actually a very good poem. It's straight foreward. You could send this to an ex and they'd get it but not be put off.
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ReplyDelete! _ @%_ @)!@
(That's today's date.)
You have code for everything.
When I ask you why you're angry?
You say, "I'm fine."
But you aren't.
I know it.
And you know it.
I know that you tried.
But it just made me angry.
You got flustered.
The whole of us unraveling.
It should be easy.
I know that you love me and I love you.
But somehow the words come out wrong.
We're deslexic.
Our feelings all chopped up and unrecognizable.
So you leave.
I shut down.
We don't even look back to say good bye.
6-25-12
c anne ford
all rights reserved by the author
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I miss writing poetry. It's something I have to sit down and do. If I'm lucky. Most times? I'm doing something else or half asleep when and idea comes and the next thing I know there's a poem that comes. I try to write it down but it's easier if I'm on the computer.
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ReplyDelete"I'm married."
For the life of me, I don't know why he said that.
I knew that fact.
He's just so nice and very, very interesting.
It's not love that attracts me.
Not his looks.
It's more like sunshine.
There's just so many grey days that I can stand before I need to see sunshine.
So I make excuses to say hello.
Pray that someday I'll meet someone like him not married.
Someone interested.
Without the complications.
Someone comfortable in their heads.
Then I'll live in the sunshine.
Outloud.
c anne ford
1-25-12
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ReplyDeleteJosh isn't here so I'm leaving hims a message.
Beep.
"Josh, I used your good towels to wipe my butt.
You are out of toilet paper.
Yes, it was an emergency. I was late.
If you hadn't left at the crack of dawn, I could have told you.
We could have discussed it over eggs and toast.
I'd have told you.
'Josh, you need toilet paper.'
'Oh and mouthwash, tooth paste, and lip balm.'
'Your lips are chapped. Rough.'
But you were gone. Just left a note to make myself at home.
So I did.
Beep.
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jan25,2012
c anne ford
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ReplyDeleteRandom Acts of Self Distruction
by c anne ford 1-25-12
Rule one of the dating code specifically states:
In the case of a one night stand?
Any other contact should ignore it.
I thought that you got that memo.
Rule two?
Not only to you ignore it?
You don't rat the other person out to co workers and friends.
Unless they're your very best friend.
Then you should.
Rule three:
If there is a second encounter and it's awkward?
Call back later to work it out.
The second encounter IS NOT the time to "let's talk about it."
No. No, no, no, no.
Rule four.
Better difficult the next morning. Over breakfast that you cooked if you're the one who's thinking, "Ah, last night was a BAD idea."
Why?
Because no one else is there and the reasons why not are still very fresh in your mind.
It's like removing a bandaid.
Just pull it off or it will hurt more.
Then?
Don't be friends.
I don't want to be friends with you if I've just rolled around naked with you on the floor or the couch or the bed.
I just don't.
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25 Jan 2012
c anne ford
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So the last one? Probably more spare prose than poetry.
ReplyDeleteI just microwaved vanilla ice cream. I read that you can do that in a magazine. Tried it and it's good. Still cold in the center but melty on the outside.
It's good.
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ReplyDeleteThat's it for a while. Going to check emails and tweets. Don't know why. For some insane reason I keep thinking that someone (who I dont' know) will tweet me to say, "Man I really love your poetry."
So far no one has.
:/
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Gonna Change this a bit
ReplyDeleteFrom this:
"Josh isn't here so I'm leaving hims a message.
Beep.
"Josh, I used your good towels to wipe my butt.
You are out of toilet paper.
Yes, it was an emergency. I was late.
If you hadn't left at the crack of dawn, I could have told you.
We could have discussed it over eggs and toast.
I'd have told you.
'Josh, you need toilet paper.'
'Oh and mouthwash, tooth paste, and lip balm.'
'Your lips are chapped. Rough.'
But you were gone. Just left a note to make myself at home.
So I did.
Beep.
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jan25,2012
c anne ford
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To this :
"Josh isn't here so I'm leaving hims a message.
Beep.
"Josh, I used your good towels to wipe my butt.
You are out of toilet paper.
Yes, it was an emergency. I was late.
If you hadn't left at the crack of dawn, I could have told you.
We could have discussed it over eggs and toast.
I'd have told you.
'Josh, you need toilet paper.'
'Oh and mouthwash, tooth paste, and lip balm.'
'Your lips are chapped.'
'And your breath stinks.'
But you were gone. Just left a note and maked myself at home.
So I did.
Beep.
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jan25,2012
c anne ford
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I'm thinking that I like the second version much better than the first.
Or maybe not.
Will think on it.
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LOL.
ReplyDeletePlease.
"Josh" is a made up name.
As far as I know, I don't know any body named "Josh". I know of people who are named "Josh" but that is NOT the same as knowing people named "Josh".
If you know of anyone named Josh or you are named Josh? You aren't the person named in this
ReplyDeleteJosh isn't here so I'm leaving hims a message.
Beep.
"Josh, I used your good towels to wipe my butt.
You are out of toilet paper.
Yes, it was an emergency. I was late.
If you hadn't left at the crack of dawn, I could have told you.
We could have discussed it over eggs and toast.
I'd have told you.
'Josh, you need toilet paper.'
'Oh and mouthwash, tooth paste, and lip balm.'
'Your lips are chapped. Rough.'
But you were gone. Just left a note to make myself at home.
So I did.
Beep.
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jan25,2012
c anne ford
I'm so sorry. I just know you had your heart set on being the person in this poem but you are not.
Be glad.
Or? Check your past for a guilty conscious.
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