People and Things, a mother-daughter Blog

March 21, 2015

BREECH…

Filed under: Celebration,Humor,irony,life,people,perspectives,poetry — peopleandthings @ 8:54 am
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This poem came from my reflections on Lent

The first time in history

…never exists

But a breech in history

…..is the nature of things

When you think about yourself

Don’t give any credit,

Because you are stuck between….

What was and what will come

You fucking breech

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February 24, 2010

FLOAT-Lesley

My Childhood was incredible, it set me up to understand the world in some mighty different ways…that is why I can’t ever blame my parents for anything.
This poem is for Anna. Do you regret your childhood, Dear?

Lift* raft,
Lift it,
Hear the fish clapping
It’s a pain,

Circling of elation
I should be thinking about my day,
When is my dad suppose to die?
Pink star ‘Possy” it’s a pane,
Real “it’s a plain pain”,

Because…
Left home,
To my talking…
my,
children,
into,
… survive

say…take the colors and patterns
And use them the way your
toes feel in sand,
or snow.
Always, against the wind.
It will show.

Forever

Let me point
Fish, birds, flowers, mountain views, and seascapes, eye color and a smile,
heart beats in the hands…
Float.

December 24, 2008

Lithesome Tag-Lesley

Filed under: Celebration,Happiness,irony,life,perspectives,poetry — peopleandthings @ 4:11 pm
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The truth is that verse in Ephesians 5 recognizes the differences in males and females in Christian marriage and assigns different roles for. I really like this poem because it is the description between the differences in each for thoughts on romantic sex.

It’s A

Lithesome Tag

 

No one locates it deep inside

It’s just yours

They can’t find it

Even if they look

Yet, it’s pliant

 

Then one day some

Bee’s wondering ways

come round

Old in town

Knows where to

Shake it up

 

Bring you out

Find the spot that

Seems to hide

Just enough

To keep you

Confiding

in your place,

Your mark

 

There he flies

Bending

For you

Saying the words that

Connect

In the dark

With your eyes

Closed

And he doesn’t even have wings

 

Yeah…

 

No moon light

To show you

Anything

 

Just wringing round

Hearing sounds like

uh uh

 

Finding peaks half way

Finding buttons

Down rays

Of sparkling dark

night

 

Lithesome tag

He realize it

And he’s got you twirling

round and round

His life

Right now

 

To surreptitious

Unshared

Yet, with Bee you

Bare

Everything

 

Even though it’s still dim

You covet him

Down there

With your lips

You have no wings either

But, delicious

 

He likes your

Comfort

For now yet, only hours

Have knowledge

of this place

 

and no friends can

find any space

to save you

 

iniquity

to some

who would not

dare to come

to this hint

 

you have argued before

that a tag

is for sure

an open door

and now you know

it

 

Bee, he’s not through

With you

Just building lag

For your embodiment

 

When he’s done

When you’ve quit

Are you sure he won’t

Come back

Steal this

 

hush-hush

its just a lithesome tag

and you wanted Bee

to find it…

December 7, 2008

Scalidi, Scalidi, Scalidi-Lesley

Filed under: Celebration,Christmas,Family,Happiness,love — peopleandthings @ 8:45 pm

The celebration starts with flutes of Moscato d’Asti-white wine and champagne mixed — a fruity, slightly sweet, spritzy wine (Italians drink it on Christmas morning too) — with home-canned vegetable antipasti and garlic-and anchovy-with crusty bread. Pasta, spinach or broccolini  (BROCCOLI) sautéed with garlic and pour a ½ cup of red wine. Gelato and scalidi — Italian fried cookies

 

 Scalidi, Scalidi, Scalidi

What were you thinking?

 

Warm bread

Warm fried bread

With honey

Isn’t everything suppose to be with honey

All those recipes

 

With honey

All those anniversaries

With honey

Give me more

Honey

 

AND

Fried bread

 

Need the yeast

and the adorning hands

Need the lunch menu

to

Happen when

the bell Chimes at

Christmas

can’t

you hear it

 

Scalidi

I can hear it

Fried bread

It’s Scalidi

Fried with honey-

 

Salute

 

 

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