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Above The Weather…

 

Under the weather,

Seeking to ascend.

Into the silken blue,

Where infirmity ends.

Chicken soup and love,

Lots of rest and drink.

Transport me to the land of healing,

Above the weather I wish to be.

©2017 Elizabeth Dianne Allee

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Insanity…

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Ever hit one of these,

So hard your nose bleeds,

And u swear you won’t do it again?

You pick yourself up.

You dust yourself off.

And rev up the ole’ flame within.

You’ve grabbed no new tools,

You’re going faster than before,

And you’re head is straight up your ass.

Not a glamorous sight,

But appearance aside…

You’ve learned to fail with class!

The same brick wall.

The same barricade.

Will sanity ever win?

Perhaps you’ll bust it down,

Or maybe go around,

Or simply repeat… ad infinitum.
©2017 Elizabeth Dianne Allee

Cloth Chained Memories…

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Free soaring, anchored flight;
Tied to a tail of whimsical joy.
Willing servant to the wind,
To cares, an effective decoy.

Unaware of her rapid pace,
And frequently peering behind.
Glimpsing a sun-filtered silhouette,
Loosening string; a magical climb.

What memories will future years bring,
Of the once exuberant child?
Who flew red kites in the sand,
And inspired smiles with her smiles.

Grasping tight to soaring gem,
Which flitters as if trying to break free.
Connected by a cloth chain,
And a little girls’ dream…

©E.D. Allee
May, 2014

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Hmmmm…

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When up, then up
When down, then down
The in between is middle ground

May sound simple
May appear transparent
Because the logic is sound

When scrupulously examined
When combed, with fine tooth
We’ve limited liberty to haughtily expound

Because up isn’t always up
Because down isn’t always down
And sometimes there is no middle ground

©E.D. Allee
May, 2014

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Have You Noticed?

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If you must ask “Really”?!
If “Seriously”?! crosses your lips.
You’ll find your painful annoyances,
Are often followed by a resounding YES!!!

LOL.

©E.D. Allee
May, 2014

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Symphonic Repetition…

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The symphony shifts
From light to dark
Natures instruments are exchanged

New players come out
In harmonic unity
Day to night, few notes the same

Some of the birds
Ride out the transition
Maintaining their flutes a while

But the night owls asserts
Their nocturnal superiority
And cry heavy above their delicate style

Crickets chirp with vigor
Piercing and steady
In a dominating rhythm

While the resting await the dawn
To reignite day’s songs
And so goes symphonic repetition

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

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A New Superhero…

 

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A princess superhero,
Tierra, pink cape and all.
She’s out to save the world
By turning bad guys into frogs!

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

 

My soon to be seven year old niece made a comment about turning a bad guy into a frog. I thought it was cute and figured it would be a cool superhero!

 

 

Vivian’s Monkaroo…

Vivian has a monkaroo
That she calls banana.
Banana who?
You say.
Banana monkaroo!

He’s green like a lime
And white like cotton
And he eats orange flavored grass.

He hangs by his tail,
And jumps on one leg.
When I see him I can’t help but laugh.

He carries Legos in his pouch,
Wears red high tops on his feet.
He’s a silly monkaroo for sure,
But one you’d want to meet!

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

Talk With The Hands… (Writer’s Digest Poem A Day Challenge) Day 17

 

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Text me please, I’ve not time to talk,
Add emoticons for effect.
Suggestive and comical typos are fun,
After a few reads I’ll know what you meant.

I’m fond of having a little time,
To plan what I want to say.
When speaking off the cuff,
I risk sharing thoughts in disarray.

The warmth of a voice,
Is an overrated conversational component.
Instant electronic interchange,
Trumps communicating verbal sentiments.

Text me please, I can’t speak right now.
This modern convenience is great.
Thumb cramps and tripping while I walk,
Are risks I’m willing to take.

OMG, LOL, ROFL. TTFN. XOXO.

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

Image: http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/text-me-2-16396452.jpg

 

 

Sally The Flamingo… Writer’s Digest Challenge. Prompt: write Animal poem

This poem is for my Niece, Vivian Lee. Flamingos have been her favorite animal since she was three. She still adores them, and she turns 7 in May! Enjoy!

Vivian wants a pet flamingo
Who’ll live in her back yard
And wade around in her kiddie pool
Which, for a kid’s pool, is quite large

She will name her flamingo Sally
One of her very favorite names
She’ll put bows in her feathers
And they’ll play dress up games

Sally’s toe nails will be painted like rainbows
She will sparkle in the sun
One leg up, standing proud
Floppy hat and sunglasses on

Every day Vivian will feed her
Special order crustacean yum yums
So the beautiful pink she adores
Will stay bright, and Sally will stay strong

Her mom says maybe next year
She said the same the year before
But Vivian hasn’t given up
Sally the Flamingo is worth waiting for

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

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