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

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

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  4. 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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