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Pleasure threw a party for her friends to come,
she sent invitations out to each and every one.
There were 10 responses and Pleasure did assume
it would be fun to see them interacting in one room.
Unfortunately the 10 who were about to show
had issues with each other ,things she didn’t know.
Joy had left depression just a month before,
couldn’t tolerate his negativity no more.
Paranoia kept Bewildered so confused,
the more mixed up she got the more he was amused.
Affection tried to help Obsession understand,
how her food addiction was getting out of hand.
Apathy was drinking wine coolers as a crutch,
all emotions were aware that she indulged too much.
Acceptance and Joy showed up late but seemed content,
they were welcome at every emotional event.
Depression was not over Joy, he saw her and felt blue,
Bewildered was sure that Paranoia hid her shoe.
Anxiety lost Acceptance and nervously confessed
he brought Assertiveness to help him mingle with the rest.
Affection accused Obsession of eating the buffet,
Paranoia tried to leave, Assertiveness stood in his way,
in the kitchen drinking by herself was Apathy,
Joy and Acceptance both enjoyed the hospitality.
Then Joy helped Bewildered put both of her shoes on,
Paranoia fell for Apathy, they both stayed till dawn.
Acceptance told Anxiety she 'd liked him as a friend,
Affection said “I’m sorry” to Obsession in the end.
Pleasure was quite happy only 10 guests were there,
if there had been more it might have been a wild affair,
each one settled, got along and as you can presume
all emotions set in motion made for a busy room.
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Sticky smears on the table top.
on the couch spilled soda pop
one chewed up shoe and one flip-flop
I’m doomed to clean this mess non-stop
Greasy dog bones gone astray
found buried in the rug today
the hamster made a getaway
where he’s gone it’s hard to say.
The shower drain is plugged, I swear
the tub has grout and needs repair
dirty laundry everywhere.
it really is a mess out there.
Under beds dust bunnies show
all closets are on overflow
the fridge is packed with things that grow
dishes clog the sink, I know.
Spaghetti sauce dumped on the floor
12 eggs broke, need I say more
fingerprints on every door
this place, a never-ending chore
Just when I think things can’t get worse
the leaking fish tank cracked and burst
40 gallons was dispersed
I think this house is cursed.
In every corner, ledge and groove
dirt and grim must be removed
there’s one solution I approve
pack your things, we’re going to move!
Liz Relly – 3/06/2012
“Cobwebs and Dust” Contest (new start)
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2012
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jagged meringue peaks
etched on steel blue frosted skies
perilous splendor
Liz Reilly
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Apprehensive and panic-stricken
I practice assuming the crash position .
While a “ fasten seatbelt” sign flashes
like a beacon, foretelling our demise,
cool beads of sweat form on my forehead.
A paralyzing anxiety washes over me.
My knuckles are chalk white as
my hands grip the armrests.
I try to swallow but my throat is dry as dust.
I frantically push the bell to summon an attendant.
I need water…..anything!
She appears looking concerned
and I’m impressed how calm she remains
in such a dire situation.
My knees tremble as I once again
examine my seat, ready,
should I need it as a flotation device.
Feeling uncontrollably trapped,
my chest tightens, my lungs scream for oxygen.
Suddenly the plane lurches, the engines roar,
then silence.
Oblivious to those around me,
terror has me tight in her grasp.
A pounding headache
tortures my disconnected thoughts.
A sudden wave of imminent diaster engulfs me.
Assuming the worst,
I close my eyes and pray for a miracle.
In response, comes the ominous announcement,
"Ladies and gentlemen,
we will be taxiing to the runway momentarily,
we apologize for the delay.’’
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2009
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IT’S ONE OF THOSE FABULOUS POEMS
It’s one of those poems
full of whimsical stuff
when you’ve read a few lines
you’ve had more than enough.
it triggers a smile
and it throws you off-track
you don’t want to read it
but keep coming back
it has no direction
no themes or no plots
but it grabs your attention
seizes your thoughts.
it’s one of those poems
you just can’t explain
why you read it
again and again.
It’s one of those poems
that just doesn't make sense
it has not a present
or even past tense
with the subject confusing
it doesn’t seem fair
it sucks you right in
then leaves you hanging there
it may give you a headache
it may make you groan
but somehow you just
can’t leave it alone.
it’s one of those poems
you’d like to hide on a shelf
but you wish you had
written your self.
It’s one of those poems
where the style is wrong
too long for a lyric
too short for a song
It’s one of those poems
difficult to review
the meter is off
the formats askew
it’s one of those poems
you never thought you would keep
but it plays in your mind
as you’re trying to sleep
though it's not your genre
somehow it hooks you
you can’t wait till
your friends read it too.
IT'S ONE OF THOSE FABULOUS POEMS!
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2015
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Your emerald eyes smiled at me
as the mist caressed your face,
they captured me and held me
in a magical embrace.
The thundering silver waters
torrentially unkind,
echoing at daybreak
of love we’re forced to leave behind.
The splendor of Niagara
her beauty and her grace
is incomparable to the loveliness
that decorates your face.
Our love is like caged bird,
no hope, no chance to fly,
you’ll live eternal in my heart
till these mighty Falls run dry.
Our souls will meet again someday ,
you’re the greatest part of me,
timeless as Niagara’s waters flow,
you are my destiny.
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A SWAMP TALE
The big cat chased the little brown rat,
the brown rat chased a wingless bat
all fell into the swamp split splat
now what on earth do you think of that?
They landed right next to a frog
sitting still on a fallen log,
just chilling in the mist and fog
floating in the muddy bog.
The frog said, “I just can’t explain
this happens time and time again!
are all you animals insane,
from playing here you should refrain.
I just don’t know where to begin,
you run down here and I can’t win,
someone’s always falling in,
this stress is not good for my skin.”
The rat could swim so he was set,
the cat was scared when he got wet,
the bat was screeching for a net
the frog then croaked, “don’t panic yet.
“I can get you both safely to shore,
I’ve done this several times before,
this seems to happen more and more,
it’s carelessness you can’t ignore.”
‘This swamp is not the place to play
hold on, my friends are on the way.”
They formed a bridge, head to foot they lay,
it really was a fine display.
The frog said, “Be careful, take it slow,
in an unfamiliar place you go,
dangerous things might lurk and so
don’t run in places you don’t know.”
The cat, rat and bat confessed,
of the frogs they were impressed,
and each of them had to profess
staying far from the swamp was best
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So if you play in a place that you don’t know
Make sure you watch where your feet go!
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2014
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ITS NOT EASY BEING GREEN
Green has much responsibility.
Green is everywhere!
A touch of blue, a dash of yellow
it sings of vitality
and rebirth.
Symbolic of spring, green brings
balance and the renewal of nature.
It walks a tightrope of positives
green thumbs, green lights
greener pastures, emeralds
and negatives
green around the gills
envy and greed, aliens.
It’s not easy being green!
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2016
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The Hurdles of Forgiveness
Forgiveness is a skill, a strength
because it is born out of character
and does not come easy.
It is a mountain encountered on life’s road,
a steep climb to condonation,
reaching the summit to find peace and healing
waiting to embrace you.
Without forgiveness, there can be no peace.
Forgiveness is a choice, an attitude
which must be learned.
unlocking chains of bitterness and resentment
allowing the spirit to soar free.
Forgiveness is a check, ripped in half
cashed only by the mind,
satisfying all debts.
It is the needle that mends the soul.
Forgiveness is love.
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2012
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Thought to first originate in Peru,
It’s a true tomato fact,
oval or round, and juicy too
from beefsteak to compact.
Tomato! be you red or green,
nutritionally you are boss,
whether topping a salad like a queen
or at the heart of pasta sauce.
Without you, ketchup would be taboo,
saucy salsa you wouldn’t see
marinara, we’d have to do without,
you’re the soul of the BLT.
Cousin to the eggplant,
you grow on vines above,
in France they honor you by name,
known as the “apple of love”,
So Hooray for you sweet,seedy fruit
let us all stop and pause,
to honor the rich ripe goodness you bring
with a hearty round of applause!
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2014
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