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Life is what happens…


When I was very young I was smart;

the smartest one in the class.

Sometimes folks thought I was a little too smart,

a bit of a smart ass.

In my twenties I was restless; new jobs, new men new towns.

I wanted to experience everything, see the world,

and prove I was no longer a child.

I was young, I was fearless, and some thought a little wild.

In my thirties I got married and settled down with just one man.

He loved my quick wit, my ready smile and he’d explored a lot too.

We built a life, worked on our careers,

and shared a love I thought was true.

Then when I was forty the girls came along.

My whole identity was engulfed by being a nurturing Godmom.

First the girls needed my care, next my dying brother,

and then my aging Mom.

Now I’m in my fifties and everyone is gone.

My brother died, my husband left me,

the girls are grown, and Mom passed on.

It’s not the life I would have chosen,

when I sit to contemplate and take stock.

But it’s the one I’m living

and there’s no turning back the clock.

It’s true what they say:

“Life is what happens while you’re busy making plans”.

Each decision you make, big or small,

brings you closer to the end.

I hope there’s much more to be lived

but no one really knows.

We simply have to carry on

and continue to enjoy our part in the show.

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Happy Holidays!


 

I got a” Happy Holiday” greeting the other night

from a man I used to date.

He’d dumped me hard more than one time.

So why be nice now?   Isn’t it a bit too late?

I thought I wasn’t angry any more.

I thought I’d moved on and could feel no more pain.

But his holiday wishes put an edge on me

and they seemed particularly lame.

I wish for him several things

but none of them have to do with holidays or joy.

I wish he’d suffer at least as much as me.

I wish someone would treat him like he’s their toy.

I hope someday he realizes the mistake he’s made.

But it’s too late to change his fate.

I hope he forever wants what he can’t have.

I hope he tries but never has another date.

I hope his clothes never fit right again.

I hope his face breaks out in hives.

I hope he grows hair where men never should.

I hope he learns to hate being alive.

I hope his car breaks down every day.

I hope his bank account gets emptied out.

I hope his penis remains forever limp.

I hope his ankles swell up with gout.

I hope no one will be his friend;

that men walk away and women run.

I hope his misery never ends.

I hope he never again has any fun.

I hope his balls swell up and fall right off.

I hope the doctor can’t stop his cough.

I hope dogs and cats chase him wherever he goes.

I hope he grows numerous warts upon his nose.

I hope every day for him is worse than the last.

Meanwhile I hope I’m having a blast!

I hope he learns from his mistakes

no matter how long on earth it takes.

More than all this I wish for me

that I had never really cared.

I wish I hadn’t let him get into my heart.

I wish my pain had all been spared.


Bah Humbug!


by McKenzie James

 

It’s a Bah Humbug year here in Weird Town.

It’s a Bah Humbug Scrooge kind of year.

It’s a Bah Humbug year here in Weird Town.

Silent Night, Ho Ho Ho, Screw the Cheer!

 

Uncle Ned hit his head and it brought on his Tourette’s

and he sadly told Aunt Betty the truth about her Christmas dress.

Now there’s no going back for poor Uncle Ned.

He’s in the dog house and she won’t get out of bed.

 

It’s a Bah Humbug year here in Weird Town.

It’s a Bah Humbug Scrooge kind of year.

 

Just last week Mom caught Dad eating lunch with his ex.

Apparently more than lunch had been shared.

Now all Dad’s belongings are out in the street

and I don’t think they were put out to be aired.

 

It’s a Bah Humbug year here in Weird Town.

Silent Night, Ho Ho Ho, Screw the Cheer!

 

Zachary wants a high speed racer.

Zoe wants a baby doll that cries.

The house is on the market on a short sale.

Daddy drinks his beer with whiskey chaser and sighs.

 

It’s a Bah Humbug year here in Weird Town.

It’s a Bah Humbug Scrooge kind of year

 

Aunt Mary’s been single forever.

No one wants to be her boo boo bear.

She usually buys the best presents of anyone.

But she’s broke, broken-hearted, and glum.

 

It’s a Bah Humbug year here in Weird Town.

Silent Night, Ho Ho Ho, Screw the Cheer!

 

Jake had too much fun at the office party and got hammered.

He had fun with a woman he can’t remember.

But now his boss lady is clearly enamored.

He’ll be living down that night of fun forever.

 

It’s a Bah Humbug year here in Weird Town.

It’s a Bah Humbug Scrooge kind of year

 

Everyone’s feeing glum, no one’s having any fun.

No one’s jolly, no one’s gay.

No one’s decking the halls, no one’s hanging any balls,

We’re just hoping the holidays will go away.

 

It’s a Bah Humbug year here in Weird Town.

It’s a Bah Humbug Scrooge kind of year.

It’s a Bah Humbug year here in Weird Town.

Silent Night, Ho Ho Ho, Screw the Cheer!


Life Goes On


by McKenzie James

I get up

Do my hair

Dress for success and put my make-up on

Go to work

Smile and converse

And then I come home and cry about you

I grocery shop

I pay the bills

Run the everyday errands that we all do

Smile at the clerks

Exchange pleasantries

And then I come home and cry about you

I meet my friends

Share some laughs

Smiles and hugs

Let’s do it again

And then I come home and cry about you

I visit the kids

We run and play

We laugh and jest

And at the end of the day

I come home and cry about you

I cry about you

I still cry about you


Comfort & Joy


by McKenzie James

 

I always long to touch you;

you’re more than I expected.

You wrap me in your warmth each night and

I never feel neglected.

 

I see you lying on my bed;

a luxurious, peaceful presence.

I know another night with you

can only bring contentment.

 

I can count on you always being here.

It’s hard to believe you’re new.

I’m already used to the gentle comfort

as I snuggle up to you.

 

You bring me satisfaction

each and every day.

We share rest and relaxation;

you’re worth any price I had to pay.

 

You make me feel warm and comforted

from my head down to my feet.

I love you more than I can say

my beautiful Land’s End flannel sheets.


For Sale…


One heart.

Great interior.

Still runs well.

Should provide someone with many more years of service.

Exterior in horrible condition.

Broken repeatedly.

Going for a smile.

All offers considered.


Maleena


by McKenzie James

I was going to write a poem today

about agony and grief.

About how life has beaten me down

and I can find no relief.

 

Then I stopped to visit a home

where a two year-old was at play.

I found a bit of hope again

just seeing her that way.

 

Everything she saw excited her.

Everything was a cause for joy.

She stomped across the living room

with an old pot and a wooden spoon as toys.

 

She ran to me and hugged my legs

and seemed so glad to see me.

I couldn’t help but smile and laugh

and soon it wasn’t so bad to be me.

 

She has no sense of life’s problems yet.

She has no sense of time.

She lives within the moment

and most every moment’s fine.

 

Her laughter bubbles up

at the simplest, oddest times.

She thinks the world a marvelous place

and I hope nothing happens to change her mind.

 

I was going to write a poem today

about sadness, grief and pain.

Instead I watched a child at play

and found some joy again.


Does He Know?


by McKenzie James

 

Didn’t he know I’d always love him?

That I’d always put him first?

I would have always stood beside him;

stuck by him through better or worse.

 

I would have helped him reach his goals.

I would have kept him from the cold.

I would have picked him up when he fell.

I would have loved that man through heaven and hell.

 

We could have shared passion, laughter and life.

We could have held each other close every night.

We could have built something that others would envy.

We could have, we should have, but it simply ended.

 

Does he know what he is missing?

Does he know what we might have had?

How many people wander forever searching

and are never offered such a chance?


Illusion


I miss the way he looked at me as if he saw some beauty there.

He’d say, “Come sit and tell me all about your day”.

Then he’d hold me close and stroke my hair

as my troubles drifted away.

I miss the way he’d dance with me just because he knew

it was the one thing I truly enjoyed.

Dancing mattered to him not at all.

He simply wished to please.

Perhaps he needed more from me than just being there for him?

I miss seeing him across the table as we sipped a glass of wine.

I loved the way he’d speak to me about his life and world.

I loved that when I spoke to him he seemed to hear my words.

I miss when he’d stop talking and take me in his arms.

I miss him making love to me and sleeping all night wrapped in his arms.

How can one miss what one never really had?

How could I have been so wrong?

Your mind plays tricks on you as you age.

Have we become too old to love?

Is it possible hearts broken so many times can no longer feel?

Is it possible none of it was ever real?

 

McKenzie James

November 8, 2011


Mary-Go-Round


Leap

Run

Joy

 

Sweet

Calm

Spent

 

Touch

Whisper

Smile

 

Lazy

Soft

Slow

 

Longing

Dreaming

Loneliness

 

Ache

Break

End

 

Wink

Spark

Flame

 Leap

 

McKenzie James

 October 5, 2011


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