Submissions by jmcchesnie (Joylyn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet, nature lover and artist. I mainly write in rhyme.
I’ve Got to Go Pee!
Peeing in the woods
while on a road trip
never used to be a problem
but now with all the cameras
around, on people’s phones
or nailed to the trees
you never know who's going to see.
My husband laughs at me.
He tells me no one is watching
but can you really be sure?
I ask him to watch for a place
to pull over. A place
that I'll be satisfied with
and that I'm sure is invisible
from the traffic passing by.
He finally sees a spot
where there are many trees
and he pulls the car over
to...
while on a road trip
never used to be a problem
but now with all the cameras
around, on people’s phones
or nailed to the trees
you never know who's going to see.
My husband laughs at me.
He tells me no one is watching
but can you really be sure?
I ask him to watch for a place
to pull over. A place
that I'll be satisfied with
and that I'm sure is invisible
from the traffic passing by.
He finally sees a spot
where there are many trees
and he pulls the car over
to...
#trees
#nature
#WritingPoetry
135 reads
Dinner is Served
What a delicious looking prime rib
it glistens like a gem.
Rubbed down with olive oil
and seasonings, such a tasty blend.
It’s baking in the oven
smelling quite divine.
We’re all staring through the oven window
and it’s looking pretty fine.
Its beauty is so pleasing
such an appetizing treat.
We just can't stop the drooling
let’s all sit down and eat!
it glistens like a gem.
Rubbed down with olive oil
and seasonings, such a tasty blend.
It’s baking in the oven
smelling quite divine.
We’re all staring through the oven window
and it’s looking pretty fine.
Its beauty is so pleasing
such an appetizing treat.
We just can't stop the drooling
let’s all sit down and eat!
#food
#WritingPoetry
89 reads
0 Comments
Leaf
Full of holes
soft and ragged
along my uncurled edges
but I am strong
as darkness flows
through my veins
as my heart is nothing
but a leaf.
soft and ragged
along my uncurled edges
but I am strong
as darkness flows
through my veins
as my heart is nothing
but a leaf.
#nature
#WritingPoetry
100 reads
2 Comments
Dust Bunnies
The Easter holiday will be here soon. I thought I'd set some dust bunnies out as decorations. Their really not too hard to find. Just look under the beds and furniture there's usually some hiding there. Cute little gray dust bunnies and they multiply so quickly.
#Easter
#holiday
#LifeAsAWriter
102 reads
9 Comments
I Should Have Eaten a Salad
Half a meatless vegie patty
sizzling in the pan
lunch shaped like half a moon
it can't be all that bad.
Brown with a meat-like texture
mm-mm good you'll soon see
smells a little like canned cat food
but better for you
and won't clog your arteries.
sizzling in the pan
lunch shaped like half a moon
it can't be all that bad.
Brown with a meat-like texture
mm-mm good you'll soon see
smells a little like canned cat food
but better for you
and won't clog your arteries.
#food
#WritingPoetry
247 reads
4 Comments
For the Love of Rye
The lady that ate too much rye,
oh my, oh my,
how she did love her rye.
Zero grams of fat
and zero cholesterol too.
No butter just plain bread,
oh my, oh my,
if she only knew.
She did so love her rye,
that's all she ever ate.
Oh my, oh my, oh my,
it just might be too late!
But eating all that rye,
no vegetables and no fruits,
nothing else in her diet
just plain dark store-bought rye,
oh why?
I guess it never crossed her mind,
that eating just one thing,
did...
oh my, oh my,
how she did love her rye.
Zero grams of fat
and zero cholesterol too.
No butter just plain bread,
oh my, oh my,
if she only knew.
She did so love her rye,
that's all she ever ate.
Oh my, oh my, oh my,
it just might be too late!
But eating all that rye,
no vegetables and no fruits,
nothing else in her diet
just plain dark store-bought rye,
oh why?
I guess it never crossed her mind,
that eating just one thing,
did...
#food
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
283 reads
1 Comment
Breakfast on the Wall
A pancake and an egg
an image I once took.
Breakfast on the wall
you might want to have a look!
Something for your kitchen
a piece not to be ignored.
The pancake and the egg
restaurant diner home decor.
Brown and white indeed
on a black griddle background.
A picture for your kitchen
breakfast art year-around.
The pancake and the egg
Adobe Stock is where it's found.
an image I once took.
Breakfast on the wall
you might want to have a look!
Something for your kitchen
a piece not to be ignored.
The pancake and the egg
restaurant diner home decor.
Brown and white indeed
on a black griddle background.
A picture for your kitchen
breakfast art year-around.
The pancake and the egg
Adobe Stock is where it's found.
#food
#WritingPoetry
#art
238 reads
Robin Red
Red breasted
plump and round
soft feathers gray
as steel
marching across
a cold wet ground.
Suddenly stopping
what does it hear
head slightly cocked
listening, listening
what is that sound?
Unsuspecting
wiggling in the darkness
an earth worm, long
moving down below
a few tugs, it's gone.
plump and round
soft feathers gray
as steel
marching across
a cold wet ground.
Suddenly stopping
what does it hear
head slightly cocked
listening, listening
what is that sound?
Unsuspecting
wiggling in the darkness
an earth worm, long
moving down below
a few tugs, it's gone.
#birds
#nature
#WritingPoetry
262 reads
6 Comments
Old Age
I saw him staring at me
and I wondered what he saw.
Was it the days of long ago
or was he seeing what he saw.
Was he staring at my hair
turning a lovely shade of dull brown gray.
Or maybe it was my eyes of faded green
that weep from severe dry eye all damn day.
Or could it be that small spare tire
I proudly wear around my waist
never disappearing
just adding to my lovely rectangle shape.
Or possibly he's wondering
why I am looking back at him.
Are the same unappealing thoughts
running through his hairless head? ...
and I wondered what he saw.
Was it the days of long ago
or was he seeing what he saw.
Was he staring at my hair
turning a lovely shade of dull brown gray.
Or maybe it was my eyes of faded green
that weep from severe dry eye all damn day.
Or could it be that small spare tire
I proudly wear around my waist
never disappearing
just adding to my lovely rectangle shape.
Or possibly he's wondering
why I am looking back at him.
Are the same unappealing thoughts
running through his hairless head? ...
#wife
#husband
#WritingPoetry #aging
#WritingPoetry #aging
279 reads
5 Comments
He Sleeps
my sleeping bear
snoozing under
the cedar trees
carved from dirt
and rocks
covered with grass
and leaves
sleeping through
summer sun
winter ice
and snow, so cold
through early
springtime rains
and falling
leaves of gold.
snoozing under
the cedar trees
carved from dirt
and rocks
covered with grass
and leaves
sleeping through
summer sun
winter ice
and snow, so cold
through early
springtime rains
and falling
leaves of gold.
#animals
#nature
#WritingPoetry #art
#WritingPoetry #art
243 reads
6 Comments
Scribbled Pages - with Adagio
dew drops sparkling like diamonds
of frost that will soon turn to snow
on blades of deep green grass
seeping onto clean white pages
silken as the archives of long ago
scribbled words that time forgot
below a blue pale ocean sky
of frost that will soon turn to snow
on blades of deep green grass
seeping onto clean white pages
silken as the archives of long ago
scribbled words that time forgot
below a blue pale ocean sky
#nature
#WritingPoetry
102 reads
Butterfly Dance
She walked into the nightclub
in a tantalizing tight black dress
accentuating every curve
strangely beautiful, I must confess.
Wearing orange Bakelite jewelry
she bought for just fifty cents
silver rings on every finger
her confidence sure to impress.
She stepped out on the dance floor
swaying those curving hips
showing off her Monarch wings
a mischievous smile upon dark red lips.
No one knew what to make of it
they’d never seen a creature like her before
with wings spread out and fluttering
as she...
in a tantalizing tight black dress
accentuating every curve
strangely beautiful, I must confess.
Wearing orange Bakelite jewelry
she bought for just fifty cents
silver rings on every finger
her confidence sure to impress.
She stepped out on the dance floor
swaying those curving hips
showing off her Monarch wings
a mischievous smile upon dark red lips.
No one knew what to make of it
they’d never seen a creature like her before
with wings spread out and fluttering
as she...
#butterfly
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
#dance
#seductive
152 reads
8 Comments
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