Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Old not broken

Poetry jam
Broken


Comfort food


Broken things new and old
Have a different story to be told


Dressers ,tables ,lights, and rings 
I have fixed all of there old things

I do it with joy and a smile on my face
They have a heart and home place

But

When new things don't work or break
They are suppose to work for peat sake

I need them ,use them ,and want electronics to work 
When they don't Bad words in my mind can lurk




There is a special place for old things in my heart
They are Like comfort food ,......when the computer won't start

5 comments:

  1. It is a good feeling when a person can fix old things & definitely an irritation when new things do not work.

    (I linked your poem.)

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  2. Great poem Rae and those old things are often the very best!

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  3. I am an American man, and I have decided to boycott American women. In a nutshell, American women are the most likely to cheat on you, to divorce you, to get fat, to steal half of your money in the divorce courts, don’t know how to cook or clean, don’t want to have children, etc. Therefore, what intelligent man would want to get involved with American women?

    American women are generally immature, selfish, extremely arrogant and self-centered, mentally unstable, irresponsible, and highly unchaste. The behavior of most American women is utterly disgusting, to say the least.

    This blog is my attempt to explain why I feel American women are inferior to foreign women (non-American women), and why American men should boycott American women, and date/marry only foreign (non-American) women.

    BOYCOTT AMERICAN WOMEN!

    www.boycottamericanwomen.com

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  4. aww...some old things are favorite forever...love this sweet attachment...

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  5. You're a writer? Kinda, sorta? Me, too. Kinda, sorta. I know for a fact, however, you gotta whole lotta intelligence behind those two ears, girl; thus, I wanna give you my finite existence: to intrinsically value the Great Beyond which I’ve learned to appreciate, to visualize the fundamental reality of infinity is why I‘m here for a teeny-weeny amount of time. Looky here...

    Precisely why I had our ‘philanthropic + epiphany’ (=so much to give + vision): wanna see a perfectly cognizant, fully-spectacular, Son-ripened-Heaven?? … yet, I’m not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like: meet this advanced, bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most extra-groovy-paradox, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy-Reality-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué-passion you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-smmmokin’-hot-deal enveloping, engulfing us. Cya soon, girl…

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