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Free form Friday: “If I could tell you.”

If I could tell you that it was always darkest before the dawn
And it would matter,
I would.

If I could tell you that pain is a sign of healing
And it would make a difference,
I would.

If I could tell you that the healing of a broken heart will only make it stronger
And it would mean something to you,
I would.

If I could hold you and rock you and whisper that you will be okay
And you will be.
I would.

But whether I tell you these things or not, they will happen.
Some now,
Some later,
Some all at once,
Some in stages,
Some as time permits,
Some as you make the time.

You are not alone,
You are not forgotten,
And you are loved.
These are yours, too.

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Freeform Friday: “A Pillow”

A pillow here,
a pillow there,
a pillow skyward
into the air.
A cloud up there
it may not be
nor a marshmallow
for me to see.
A pillow here,
a pillow there,
off the bed to
the floor I share.
I wrestle nightly
with my pillows.
At times they feel
like armadillos.
Curled tight as
if to protect
many dreams and
a few regrets.
A pillow here,
a pillow there,
if you ask nice
I might just share.
But my dreams
are mine to keep;
they bring comfort
while I sleep.

A pillow here, a pillow there

A pillow here, a pillow there. If you ask nice, I might just share.

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Freeform Friday: Haiku: “Fall”

Brown among the green,
Mower mutters over grass.
Fall beckons the leaves.

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Freeform Friday: “Oh, my … Outlook”

Oh, my poopy Outlook
Oh, what can I say?
It lives its life upsetting
me both night and day.

I tried to get if fixed so its
problems would be put away.
But masterful ministrations
won’t keep all its issues at bay.

I sit at my desk and wrestle
with one issue or the next.
Oh, my poopy Outlook,
your outlook has me vexed.

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Freeform Friday: Limerick: “Lady from Roane”

There once was a lady from Roane
who could have fun even while being alone.
She’d let her fingers do the walking
and cries of joy do the talking
by herself or sometimes on the phone.

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Ripped from the headlines: Would you want to be this man?

Suppose one morning you woke up, and over breakfast opened the morning paper to find this ad thanking you for services rendered?

George Browridge services

Would an advertisement such as this flatter you? Notice the heart border?

Such was the case for Mr. George Brownridge because of a shopping rip he arranged for some women. Something done every year. Some details here: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2178757/George-Brownridge-thanked-pleasing-15-women-entire-day-hilarious-newspaper-ad.html

Once made aware of their possible … ah … screw up, the ladies had this ad published:

An apology for any misconstruing of information

An apology for any misconstruing of information.

No word as to whether Mr. Brownridge felt appreciative or deflated by the apology.

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Freeform Friday: “I once was blue, too”

[Editor’s note: “I once was blue, too” was written a bit tongue in cheek in response to a friend on Facebook who changed his profile photo to an all-blue photo. I have included it here. After writing it and reading it, I think it holds up fairly well, so I thought I would post it here to annoy a few more people.]

Blue hue

What do you see in this wild blue yonder?

I once was very blue

then one day I saw you

and because of your blue hue

I could no longer be blue, too.

When asked if this was true,

I said what else could I do?

Next, I tried being red

but it all went to my head

and it filled me with fiery dread.

What else could be said?

I then tried being green,

but it was the worst I’d ever seen

so bad as to be obscene

Everywhere I went, I made a scene.

I tried be being yellow

a sallow looking fellow

Not too bright and not too mellow

Still people wanted to bellow.

Up next, I tried being gray

and though on my beard it did stay

I sent the rest of it away.

I’ll deal with it another day.

Other colors I tried, too:

purples, oranges, and violet brews

but none fit me quite like blue.

But what else was I to do?

I could not be as blue as you.

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New word to live by: “festidious”

Every now and then there comes a need for a new word. Toward that end, we here at Booker’s Blog will from time to time put forth new words for consideration. We hope you will give them their proper consideration, and if you find them useful, bring them like a new friend into your daily life.

New word: festidious:
A combination of fastidious and fetish.

Fastidious, adj., hard to please; excessively particular, critical, or demanding

Fetish, n., any object, idea, etc., eliciting unquestioning reverence, respect, or devotion: to make a fetish of high grades.

Festidious: a fastidious fetish, near irrational adherence to rules, ideas, persons, body parts, etc.

Used in a sentence: He was festidious to the point of obsurdity (another new word) in the way he folded and put away his underwear. If there was any woman who could understand him and please him in this area, he would marry her, even if he had to festidiously force her into it.

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Freeform Friday: “Each drop”

When I hear from you no more,
the rains will speak your name
and each drop will be a memory of you.

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Freeform Friday II: Limerick: “Poet from Maine”

There once was a poet from Maine
whose haiku would cause others in vain
to say that they could do, too,
the verse and rhythm that he knew,
but it drove many who attempted insane.

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