Submissions by jmcchesnie (Joylyn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet, nature lover and artist. I mainly write in rhyme.
I Dreamt of Meat
I had a strange dream last night
that I left out all the meat
boxes of meat everywhere
beef, deer and elk all lay.
Chicken and pork sausage too
none of it got away
left to spoil in the evening heat
all to my dismay.
I had forgotten to put it all away
in our chest freezer cold and deep
I then remembered there wasn't room
his frozen body in there I safely keep.
that I left out all the meat
boxes of meat everywhere
beef, deer and elk all lay.
Chicken and pork sausage too
none of it got away
left to spoil in the evening heat
all to my dismay.
I had forgotten to put it all away
in our chest freezer cold and deep
I then remembered there wasn't room
his frozen body in there I safely keep.
#dark
#food
#WritingPoetry #disappointment
#WritingPoetry #disappointment
121 reads
9 Comments
Teenagers
A slow kiss
clothes peeling off
bodies smooth
sliding close
in tune with the music
on the car radio.
Shirt buttoned wrong
pants zipper down
hair all a mess
mom and dad frown
girl gets pregnant
shotgun wedding bound.
clothes peeling off
bodies smooth
sliding close
in tune with the music
on the car radio.
Shirt buttoned wrong
pants zipper down
hair all a mess
mom and dad frown
girl gets pregnant
shotgun wedding bound.
#parent
#teens
#sex
#cars
#pregnancy
219 reads
7 Comments
Hank
I remember the first time I met him,
I was only nine years old,
he had dropped by with a dozen red roses,
this story I have never told.
He was taking my mom on their first date,
when I greeted him at the door,
holding a bouquet of red roses,
so beautiful I could not ignore.
His smile was big under that white cowboy hat,
a white western shirt he wore,
faded old blue jeans and cowboy boots,
holding red roses, oh yes I mentioned that before.
They married not too long after,
he had easily won all of...
I was only nine years old,
he had dropped by with a dozen red roses,
this story I have never told.
He was taking my mom on their first date,
when I greeted him at the door,
holding a bouquet of red roses,
so beautiful I could not ignore.
His smile was big under that white cowboy hat,
a white western shirt he wore,
faded old blue jeans and cowboy boots,
holding red roses, oh yes I mentioned that before.
They married not too long after,
he had easily won all of...
#mother
#parent
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#dating
143 reads
14 Comments
Turkeys Everywhere
The turkeys find not one,
but many lying on the ground,
apples everywhere,
what a feast these birds have found.
However did this happen,
where'd all these delicious apples come from,
apples everywhere,
the feast has just begun.
The turkeys fill their bellies,
with all the delicious, ripe red fruit,
apples everywhere,
bellies bulging out.
Stuffed with too many apples,
the turkeys had not foreseen,
apples everywhere,
many hunters on the scene.
Feathers soon went flying,
the sweet bait...
but many lying on the ground,
apples everywhere,
what a feast these birds have found.
However did this happen,
where'd all these delicious apples come from,
apples everywhere,
the feast has just begun.
The turkeys fill their bellies,
with all the delicious, ripe red fruit,
apples everywhere,
bellies bulging out.
Stuffed with too many apples,
the turkeys had not foreseen,
apples everywhere,
many hunters on the scene.
Feathers soon went flying,
the sweet bait...
#birds
#holiday
#food
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
153 reads
6 Comments
Bar Life
Why yes, I can spare you a dime for that old jukebox
push B3 "I can help, I have two strong arms" Billy Swan sings
next to the doors labeled “Pointers” and “Setters”
while my little sister and I play on the stairs of this old bar
filled with swirling smoke and drunken men
watching the miniature elevator go up and down
hearing the pool balls smack as they race towards empty pockets
as we wait for our favorite candy bars and soda pop
from the bartender who is my grandmother laughing, smiling,
flirting with all the drunken men in...
push B3 "I can help, I have two strong arms" Billy Swan sings
next to the doors labeled “Pointers” and “Setters”
while my little sister and I play on the stairs of this old bar
filled with swirling smoke and drunken men
watching the miniature elevator go up and down
hearing the pool balls smack as they race towards empty pockets
as we wait for our favorite candy bars and soda pop
from the bartender who is my grandmother laughing, smiling,
flirting with all the drunken men in...
#men
#childhood
#alcohol
#memories
#WritingPoetry
108 reads
2 Comments
The Hug
It was her wedding day,
and I caught her licking the casserole dish.
She hadn't noticed that a tiny bit had fallen
leaving a stain in the middle of the neckline of her gown.
I pointed at it, as her head slowly looked down,
"Oh no," she said, grabbing a damp paper towel.
"Don't worry." I replied, as I removed a heart-shaped pin
from my blouse and pinned it over the spot on her wedding gown.
"The wedding is over, no need to worry about it now." I said.
She blushed then laughed as she gave me a sisterly hug...
and I caught her licking the casserole dish.
She hadn't noticed that a tiny bit had fallen
leaving a stain in the middle of the neckline of her gown.
I pointed at it, as her head slowly looked down,
"Oh no," she said, grabbing a damp paper towel.
"Don't worry." I replied, as I removed a heart-shaped pin
from my blouse and pinned it over the spot on her wedding gown.
"The wedding is over, no need to worry about it now." I said.
She blushed then laughed as she gave me a sisterly hug...
#sadness
#love
#grief
#sister
#WritingPoetry
133 reads
10 Comments
I Left the Light On
I left the moonlight on
so you could see your way back home
but you didn't make it back
I guess you still needed time to roam.
You said you had to find yourself
staying in one place was not for you
that someday you'd come back home
I wish I really knew.
I know this roaming thing is natural
it's just something you must do
so when the winds of time change
I'll be watching and waiting for you.
so you could see your way back home
but you didn't make it back
I guess you still needed time to roam.
You said you had to find yourself
staying in one place was not for you
that someday you'd come back home
I wish I really knew.
I know this roaming thing is natural
it's just something you must do
so when the winds of time change
I'll be watching and waiting for you.
#love
#loneliness
#relationships
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
150 reads
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My Morning Coffee
I gave some French Chicory coffee a try,
a premium dark roast, it was a good buy.
Its flavor is kind of spicy and bittersweet,
such an unexpected treat!
I just brew it in my Mr. Coffee machine,
like any other ground coffee bean.
No caffeine and healthy too,
that’s a win-win for me and you!
a premium dark roast, it was a good buy.
Its flavor is kind of spicy and bittersweet,
such an unexpected treat!
I just brew it in my Mr. Coffee machine,
like any other ground coffee bean.
No caffeine and healthy too,
that’s a win-win for me and you!
#morning
#coffee
#rhyming #WritingPoetry
#rhyming #WritingPoetry
103 reads
13 Comments
The Things I See
Sometimes I look out my window,
and I see some pretty strange things.
Like the monster shaking an elf’s hand,
it was just the shape of the trees.
Or the time I saw a moose with wings,
grazing on the grass in our front yard.
It was just a bunch of over-grown brush,
my imagination is so bizarre!
Last year I saw a giant deer head,
along the edge of the pond,
dipping down for a long cool drink,
a strange outline in the lawn.
And today while walking with my son,
he said, "Look, I see a rabbit over...
and I see some pretty strange things.
Like the monster shaking an elf’s hand,
it was just the shape of the trees.
Or the time I saw a moose with wings,
grazing on the grass in our front yard.
It was just a bunch of over-grown brush,
my imagination is so bizarre!
Last year I saw a giant deer head,
along the edge of the pond,
dipping down for a long cool drink,
a strange outline in the lawn.
And today while walking with my son,
he said, "Look, I see a rabbit over...
#animals
#nature
#WritingPoetry
133 reads
8 Comments
Believe in Yourself
So you have fallen in a hole,
you dug it oh so deep.
What is that six, maybe nine,
or even ten feet deep.
You say that you want out.
You don't want to feel depression anymore.
Great! I’ll throw you a rope,
don't just let it dangle on the floor.
Grab it, start pulling yourself up!
I know it’s tough to do.
But I believe you can do it,
you just need to believe in You.
you dug it oh so deep.
What is that six, maybe nine,
or even ten feet deep.
You say that you want out.
You don't want to feel depression anymore.
Great! I’ll throw you a rope,
don't just let it dangle on the floor.
Grab it, start pulling yourself up!
I know it’s tough to do.
But I believe you can do it,
you just need to believe in You.
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
#support
#determination
129 reads
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French Toast
French toast is always my breakfast of choice,
it makes me so happy; I want to rejoice!
The bread dipped in egg, then fried in a pan,
it’s so much better than an old bowl of bran.
Cooked to perfection and oh, so sweet,
the blend of butter and syrup can’t be beat!
So don’t eat and run or leave to waste,
just enjoy and savor its undeniably great taste!
it makes me so happy; I want to rejoice!
The bread dipped in egg, then fried in a pan,
it’s so much better than an old bowl of bran.
Cooked to perfection and oh, so sweet,
the blend of butter and syrup can’t be beat!
So don’t eat and run or leave to waste,
just enjoy and savor its undeniably great taste!
#happiness
#food
#rhyming #WritingPoetry
#rhyming #WritingPoetry
187 reads
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Leave it all Behind
Life’s garbage piled high against a tall white wall,
seemingly never ending, you could climb it, but you’d fall.
You decide to try it anyway, but you’re always looking down,
you finally reach the top only to tumble to the ground.
Picking yourself back up, you give it another try,
believing you can do it, or you’ll just lay down and die.
You climb it once again, this time never looking down,
reaching for the sky, holding your breath, not making a sound.
Hanging on tight, you have reached the very top,
you push off with your toes, no...
seemingly never ending, you could climb it, but you’d fall.
You decide to try it anyway, but you’re always looking down,
you finally reach the top only to tumble to the ground.
Picking yourself back up, you give it another try,
believing you can do it, or you’ll just lay down and die.
You climb it once again, this time never looking down,
reaching for the sky, holding your breath, not making a sound.
Hanging on tight, you have reached the very top,
you push off with your toes, no...
#courage
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#frustration
#WritingPoetry
136 reads
5 Comments
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