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Showing posts with label Prose Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prose Poem. Show all posts

Thursday, July 11, 2013

One Hundred Ten in the Shade





When it’s a hundred-ten degrees in the shade, hummingbirds perch on the fence in the spray at the edge of the sprinkler, panting.


A fresh picked strawberry does for your mouth what a good orgasm does somewhere else.

Bean vines grow fast enough to make you hear a giant shout “Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum!”


When it’s a hundred-ten degrees in the shade, honeybees swarm around the leaky garden faucet
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A frozen water bottle thaws before you drink it.


A light breeze feels like a blow dryer.


When it’s a hundred-ten degrees in the shade, you question the sanity of people who don’t believe in global warming.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

And Then It's Real When You Stop

“Take your inner child and kick its little ass." Dave told me that. We have a good laugh.

I fought the good fight. I know that I have righteousness on my side. I needed Dave's affection. He supported my songs, like a good drummer, or the “Boogie Woogie Boy From Company B.” I'm not a chorus girl, groupie or in the USO all. I am the rhythm.

To me Dave means Dad. There's my “father” of course. I still rely on science most. Biology and evolution. It can all get along. Denying one for the other doesn't make any sense to me. "Wisdom is as wisdom does.” Thanks Forest. Be sure to run.

What are we fighting for, by the way? Don't ask me, I give too much of a damn (or “darn” I should say; have to watch it around here). Thanks Dave. The Seamen and the Berets, purplest hearts I know. I got my own. A cigarette burn on my left breast. Thanks Mother, or should I say “Mom?”

Hit the brakes Dave!

Kathleen Kelly
November 7, 2012

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Hey Riders and Sliders

by Kathleen Kelley

Hey riders and sliders
Burghers and bums
Don't worry we know it
So no need to show it

And then it's real when you stop

by Kathleen Kelley

"Take your inner child and kick its little ass Dave told me that We had a good laugh I fought the good fight I know I have righteaousness on my side but I needed Dan's affirmation He supported my songs like a great drummer or the "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy from Company B" I'm not a chorus girl groupie or in the USO i'm in the rhythm.

To me Dave means Dad this is my "father" of course I still rely on science most biology and evolution It can all get along Denying one for the other doesn't make any sense to me "Wisdom is as wisdom does" Thanks Forest be sure to run.

What are we fighting for by the way Don't ask me I give too much of a damn (or darn I should say have to watch it around here)Thanks Daves the seamen and the berets purple hearts I know I've got my own a cigarette burn on my left breast Thanks mother or should I say "mom?"

Hit the brake Dare!