Submissions by jmcchesnie (Joylyn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet, nature lover and artist. I mainly write in rhyme.
Lavender Bouquet
Tiny clusters of flower buds on long and slender stems,
bunched lovingly together by her mother's two frail and wrinkled hands.
A small bouquet of lavender wrapped tightly in brown twine,
with a little heart shaped wreath, a gift her mother left behind.
It now lays on her dresser as a reminder every day,
of sweet memories of her mother that she knows will never fade.
bunched lovingly together by her mother's two frail and wrinkled hands.
A small bouquet of lavender wrapped tightly in brown twine,
with a little heart shaped wreath, a gift her mother left behind.
It now lays on her dresser as a reminder every day,
of sweet memories of her mother that she knows will never fade.
#love
#memories
#WritingPoetry #aging
#WritingPoetry #aging
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Don't Blink
He sits there in the tall grass,
against a pitch-black sky,
dressed in an old plaid shirt,
he’s just an ordinary guy.
He wears those ugly green camo pants,
the ones I really hate,
worn-out old slippers,
new ones would be great.
He stares at me never blinking,
listening to my every word,
watching me intently,
he’s more than I deserve.
I stop talking for a moment,
and I never see him blink,
it’s silent now between us,
as I wonder what he thinks.
I hear him say, “I love you.”
and...
against a pitch-black sky,
dressed in an old plaid shirt,
he’s just an ordinary guy.
He wears those ugly green camo pants,
the ones I really hate,
worn-out old slippers,
new ones would be great.
He stares at me never blinking,
listening to my every word,
watching me intently,
he’s more than I deserve.
I stop talking for a moment,
and I never see him blink,
it’s silent now between us,
as I wonder what he thinks.
I hear him say, “I love you.”
and...
#sadness
#love
#men
#relationships
#art
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Home Alone
I finally have the house to myself,
the music is turned up loud,
I can be free to dance and sing,
foolishly playing around.
I can watch a horror flick,
while painting my toenails green,
and make popcorn and hot chocolate,
now that will be a scream!
I can spread my artwork everywhere,
and make a giant mess,
paper mache and sewing supplies,
what shall I do next?
I’ll clean the mess up later,
before they all get home,
it’s time to watch another movie,
and enjoy this time alone.
the music is turned up loud,
I can be free to dance and sing,
foolishly playing around.
I can watch a horror flick,
while painting my toenails green,
and make popcorn and hot chocolate,
now that will be a scream!
I can spread my artwork everywhere,
and make a giant mess,
paper mache and sewing supplies,
what shall I do next?
I’ll clean the mess up later,
before they all get home,
it’s time to watch another movie,
and enjoy this time alone.
#happiness
#music
#myself
#art
#dance
152 reads
12 Comments
Broken Heart
She gave him a tender kiss upon his unshaven cheek,
for his sweet and thoughtful words,
it was the first time she heard him speak.
He was the only one who paid attention,
the only one that showed he cared.
He listened to her with an open mind,
and wiped away her tears.
He took the time to help mend her broken heart,
and free it from despair.
This man she knew so little about,
he showed her that he cared.
for his sweet and thoughtful words,
it was the first time she heard him speak.
He was the only one who paid attention,
the only one that showed he cared.
He listened to her with an open mind,
and wiped away her tears.
He took the time to help mend her broken heart,
and free it from despair.
This man she knew so little about,
he showed her that he cared.
#sadness
#love
#kindness
#heartbroken
#breakup
144 reads
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Regret
Sixteen she was and he was barely twenty,
the first time she let him score,
she let it go way to far,
he was always wanting more.
She wasn’t sure why she did it,
except he had a handsome face,
a dime store cowboy indeed,
oh really, what a waste.
He was all about the notches,
marked on his leather belt,
love wasn’t on his mind,
no feelings he ever felt.
If she could only go back,
to that first time in the past,
she’d finally tell him no,
and no regret she’d have at last.
the first time she let him score,
she let it go way to far,
he was always wanting more.
She wasn’t sure why she did it,
except he had a handsome face,
a dime store cowboy indeed,
oh really, what a waste.
He was all about the notches,
marked on his leather belt,
love wasn’t on his mind,
no feelings he ever felt.
If she could only go back,
to that first time in the past,
she’d finally tell him no,
and no regret she’d have at last.
#love
#regret
#boyfriend
#men
#sex
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Superhero
I went flying by in my red superhero cape,
while my mom was vacuuming the living room floor.
Whish! I could really fly!
But it seemed more like being shot out of a circus cannon, sky high.
I could hear the ringmaster announce to the crowd,
"Watch, as the little girl in the red cape flies through the air!"
Everyone with a wide-eyed stare.
I landed on the freshly vacuumed green and gold carpet,
my fingers burnt and blackened,
and a weird smell in the air.
And below the wall outlet,
a burnt hairpin on the floor.
while my mom was vacuuming the living room floor.
Whish! I could really fly!
But it seemed more like being shot out of a circus cannon, sky high.
I could hear the ringmaster announce to the crowd,
"Watch, as the little girl in the red cape flies through the air!"
Everyone with a wide-eyed stare.
I landed on the freshly vacuumed green and gold carpet,
my fingers burnt and blackened,
and a weird smell in the air.
And below the wall outlet,
a burnt hairpin on the floor.
#childhood
#prose
#LifeAsAWriter #memories
#LifeAsAWriter #memories
92 reads
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The Other Side
Sometimes I stop and stare at myself,
not in a mirror though, never in a mirror.
Personally, I feel like I look better in a window,
I always have.
There's just something about my reflection in a window.
Maybe the window enhances my looks.
I'm not really sure, but I think it does.
I wish I looked like the me on the other side.
I am you,
you are me,
looking in the window.
I would give myself a like but I’m on the wrong side.
not in a mirror though, never in a mirror.
Personally, I feel like I look better in a window,
I always have.
There's just something about my reflection in a window.
Maybe the window enhances my looks.
I'm not really sure, but I think it does.
I wish I looked like the me on the other side.
I am you,
you are me,
looking in the window.
I would give myself a like but I’m on the wrong side.
#mirror
#FreeVerse
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#SelfReflection
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Postcard to Myself
Dear Me,
We finally made it to Alaska! It’s so beautiful here. I’ve never seen so many mosquitos in my life! They are kind of like a thick, black hovering cloud on a stormy day, but the cabin is really cozy, and it reminds me of home. Funny, we even have the same countertops. I can see Alaska's Inside Passage and Lynn Canal out the sliding glass doors. Such an awesome view! It’s the perfect picture for a postcard. Lol, my husband keeps telling me to “stop nesting.” He has his fishing pole in one hand and his tackle box tucked under the other like the Sunday paper. And now he’s...
We finally made it to Alaska! It’s so beautiful here. I’ve never seen so many mosquitos in my life! They are kind of like a thick, black hovering cloud on a stormy day, but the cabin is really cozy, and it reminds me of home. Funny, we even have the same countertops. I can see Alaska's Inside Passage and Lynn Canal out the sliding glass doors. Such an awesome view! It’s the perfect picture for a postcard. Lol, my husband keeps telling me to “stop nesting.” He has his fishing pole in one hand and his tackle box tucked under the other like the Sunday paper. And now he’s...
#FreeVerse
#memories
#myself #travel
#myself #travel
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Corned Beef Dinner
The smell of corned beef floats through the kitchen, mustard, and spices, such a robust scent. The way you would expect a man to smell, but they never do. I feel like I could drool. The oven clicking with the changing of the temps. and warming the house on this cold winter day. I feel like drooling again. A side of mashed potatoes, tangy sauerkraut, and garlic green beans with bacon. The menu’s complete, it sounds so good. I’m sure I’ll start drooling any moment now. The timer just buzzed, it's time to eat.
#holiday
#food
#FreeVerse #WritingPoetry
#FreeVerse #WritingPoetry
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Don't Leave me Behind
He walks ahead of me,
at a faster pace than I.
He’s always several steps ahead,
it’s either do or die.
What’s the hurry?
Why can’t we just enjoy this time?
Try taking it a little slower,
let me finish this next rhyme.
There's no race to be won,
not that I can really see,
then he stops and waits,
ever so patiently for me.
Sometimes though I wonder,
if eventually the day will come,
when he finds it in his heart,
that I’m not his only one.
at a faster pace than I.
He’s always several steps ahead,
it’s either do or die.
What’s the hurry?
Why can’t we just enjoy this time?
Try taking it a little slower,
let me finish this next rhyme.
There's no race to be won,
not that I can really see,
then he stops and waits,
ever so patiently for me.
Sometimes though I wonder,
if eventually the day will come,
when he finds it in his heart,
that I’m not his only one.
#relationships
#marriage
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#fear
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Time To Relax
The glow of the fire,
flames melting into the wood,
crackling and flickering,
the warmth feels so good.
Kick off your shoes,
and relax for a while,
forget about the day,
just breathe easy and smile.
The weekend is here,
it’s time to have fun,
enjoy this crazy Idaho weather,
and hopefully we’ll see some sun!
flames melting into the wood,
crackling and flickering,
the warmth feels so good.
Kick off your shoes,
and relax for a while,
forget about the day,
just breathe easy and smile.
The weekend is here,
it’s time to have fun,
enjoy this crazy Idaho weather,
and hopefully we’ll see some sun!
#happiness
#sun
#fall
#fire
#nature
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Breakfast
A tiny moth bounces,
around my kitchen light,
above my oven flame,
of the softest white.
It's captured in the steam,
from my cream of wheat,
wings twirling gently down,
slowly falling it would seem.
Dropping down into the boil,
of my silver aluminum pot,
a little added protein,
stirred in, forever caught.
around my kitchen light,
above my oven flame,
of the softest white.
It's captured in the steam,
from my cream of wheat,
wings twirling gently down,
slowly falling it would seem.
Dropping down into the boil,
of my silver aluminum pot,
a little added protein,
stirred in, forever caught.
#death
#morning
#food #rhyming
#food #rhyming
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