Crooked/Poetry

This was from. Few years ago but struck me as I scrolled the ‘old stuff’.😊

Dreaming Reality

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There was a crooked man

who walked a crooked mile

to wag a crooked finger

at the moon’s crooked smile.

“Don’t laugh at me,”

he warned,

dejected and forlorn,

feeling quite abused,

angry and confused.

“So you’ve come to

me at last,

like a ghost from

out the past.

Is it recompense you seek,

if so why don’t you speak?”

(her crooked smile did not waver)

The crooked little man

took a crooked step

along the crooked walk,

he took a ragged breath

and then began to talk.

“You made me what I am,

you wicked, lusty dame.

Wandering this lonely path

until my legs are lame.

For what you promised,

yes you know

beneath that sultry

silver glow,

that love was true and

free for taking.

Thus I have spent a lifetime

making

love, and hope

and wicked ties

only to find it

all was lies.

I believed but

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Smoke and Mirrors/When the Magic Fails

Reposting this on my new site. I hope you enjoy and leave any thoughts you might have…

Tropical Affair

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Smoke and Mirrors

by Cheryl Pennington

  Hector sauntered down the dimly lit hallway, his dirty shoes grinding grit and mud into the already stained carpet.  Looking down at the fading rug he wondered if those swirls started out pink or just faded to the incongruous color they were now.  Pale curls against a dull green background.  He thought they would be better suited on a sofa.  It would at least be better than the ugly piece of crap that sat in his own living room-with the ugly sack of sh..the uglier door suddenly loomed before him. 

 He rapped his knuckles against the fake wood.  Knock, knock, knock…..silence.

He rapped more loudly. Knock, knock, knock!

Nothing. He would have pounded with both fists if he hadn’t heard the muffled sound of feet heading towards the other side of the aqua blue distraction of a door.  Again he thought, ‘How fucked…

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#WATWB: Love in Writing

From my dear blogging friend, Mary. If you want to do something to help, look no further. Pen, paper and genuine expression could make someone’s day! Thanks Mary for the links!

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A month or so ago, I was lamenting to good friend and roommate Natasha about how I missed volunteering due to the pandemic. I missed the people contact and serving the local community. Soon after, Natasha sent me a link that would allow me to be a pen pal to an elderly woman in an assisted living or nursing facility.

I let that go at the time for reasons that required justification and laziness.

This past week, I thought about the writing project again, as the colder weather is setting in, so went in search of possible recipients and found the website Write-On. It is a place that anyone can go to and find links to letter-writing communities and organizations, such as:

Love for the Elderly – A group dedicated to providing love and appreciation to elderly people who may not have family to care for them. You are…

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