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Get your biscuits in the oven
And your buns in the bed
Forget about that birth control
It’s what the good book says
Fetch my beaded rosary from my wooden dresser drawer
I think the good Lord’s calling me home, an angel’s at my door
She really is quite lovely, and she stands in God’s sweet Grace
My heart feels she’s familiar but I can’t make out her face Continue reading
Between the notes the music plays
Between the hymns the angels pray
Between the words my heart breaks
Between the tears my body aches
Between the waves the giant swell
Between the days a silent hell
Between the sheets my body shakes
Between the breaths my spirit quakes
Between the stars the great divide
Between the falls the sting of pride
Between the spells the magic powers
Between the kiss the longest hours
Between the truth the powerful doubt
Between the knots the lines laid out
Between the love the saddest heart
Between the loss the brand new start
Between here and there a sacred place
Between folded hands the state of Grace
I wrote these a for the brave and powerful site RAWrWords and remain thankful for a landing strip which provides those of us who write from our gut about life events no one should ever have to experience, a home for our words.
It’s the holidays, I know, time for Santa, stockings and Mistletoe but it’s also a time for hard-core partying, excess everything and a perfect stage set for disaster with depression running rampant for myriad reasons. All I ask my friends, is to think, use some common sense and don’t rely on ‘the kindness of strangers’ or you may find yourself in deep trouble.
Our words aren’t for everyone so proceed with caution, at least on Part 1. Thank you RAWrWords, I am grateful.
Would those very pants you are wearing ever seem at home tossed across the bottom of my queen-sized bed? I see myself folding them, yet again, and hanging them up for you. I visualize the laundry basket with our clothes already intertwined within each other’s arms and legs and seemingly happy. Would we be seemingly happy intertwined?
Oh Dear Lord, it’s that time of year
When we’re forced to unite with family dear
They converge upon us one and all
Some whose faces you can’t recall
The kids are scrubbed, waxed and shined
The table is set, the turkey brined
There he stands, your husband bare
“Is this really what I have to wear?”
“YES!” you scream “Now go put it on,
the guests will be here before too long!”
“OK” he skulks, “I hate this dumb vest!”
You hear the knock of the very first guest
“You’re full bare-ass naked and they’re at the door,
Stop wagging your weenie and saying, ‘Go Thor!’
I’m wielding a cleaver with a mind of its own
And Thor might find his two ball buddies gone!”
Why are they here, it’s not even two?
They’re still a million things I have to do
Husband reenters dressed like a freak
You scream “NOT what I chose, NO SEX FOR A WEEK!”
You open the door, endure your first hug
Oh, goody, the dog’s pooped on the rug
The indoor cat has been launched outside
I don’t even care, go find your own pride
People now begin to start pouring in
(Where’d I put that bottle of gin?)
Arrive two hours early? Gee, that’s swell
“Please do come in…” (then go straight to Hell)
The house is full, the food is not ready
Another shot down just to keep myself steady
“How are you, dear, you look so tired!”
“Thanks!” (that cream in your coffee, yeah, it’s expired)
“No, I’m fine, just still lots to do…
I do love that dress!” (now buzz off you shrew)
Finally it’s time to all sit and eat
Only 7 more hours til I get to sleep
Politics, religion, why yes, do go on
Eyes to my husband (you’re mom’s Satan’s spawn)
“Hon, we need some more wine!” please fill my bucket
Before I tell your mother to suck it
I’ve had enough? I should slow down?
Where’s that cleaver, I know it’s around
Time for dessert, I’ll go fetch the pies
Wow, Spanx: I feel nothing above both my thighs!
Oh look dear the cat is outside in a panic
By the size of his eyes I’d say he’s quite manic
He may have smoked a bit of pure meth
Next person he sees will be meeting their death
Oh, look, hon, your mom, she’s taking a ‘nap’
Let me put this dear feline in her vacant lap
“No don’t you dare, she’ll never get through it!”
Guess what, don’t care, I’m going to do it!
The guests are all drunk and they’re not staying here
Call Santa, that douche bag, and get his ass here
Tell him to bring his sleigh and some gin
And make room in the coal bag for your mom to get in
I’ve had it, I’m done, that’s it, no more!
I’m now more exhausted than a three-penny whore
My Spanx are now lodged in places unknown
No dear, they’re not in my erogenous zone!
And no, you can’t help ‘get me out of this shirt‘
Move your hand from my tits before you get hurt!
Oh gawd, there’s you mom and the cat’s clutching tight
At this point we’re all hoping for an epic cat fight
And what to my wandering eyes should appear
Oh look, how cute, each kid has a beer!
This night is so crazy, I’m now at the point
Screw pumpkin pie, I’m lighting this joint
Thanksgiving is over, another one done
But Christmas is coming, let’s pack and run
The kids, and the cat and the dog will be fine
Just grab me my Xanax and that large vat of wine
Goodbye everyone, we may never appear
If you don’t see us by Christmas good luck and good cheer
All we can say is we owe you much thanks
“C’mon Thor, I need you to dislodge my Spanx!”
Lo! The holidays are here, there is no way out
Remember: After 3 days they’re all rotten trout
So now I will leave you with words you can preach:
Keep your gin and your Spanx somewhere you can reach!
We still speak so fondly of Coach Bill today.
“And that’s what I’ll teach your boys. I have a reputation, I’m sure you’ve heard. It’s all true. I will work these boys hard every practice, that’s how you learn the game. And they’ll be great at it. But mostly they’ll learn the grace in winning and losing, and that both have their place in baseball, and in life.”
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I ask that you read this piece written by a friend of mine brave enough to share her story. Be aware, be compassionate, be a friend. If you’ve never experienced a fist against your face or to your gut, I’m glad, I truly and sincerely am. However, it may make you wonder “Why don’t these people just get up and leave when this starts to happen?” It’s not an easy thing to do. It isn’t just physical abuse, it’s mental, emotional and spiritual abuse as well, a brain-washing in a way and abusers pick their prey carefully.
Here’s a brutal, raw and eye-opening story, an inside look at how this can happen. Don’t judge what you don’t know, just as you wouldn’t want people judging you. We don’t know each other’s stories until we are brave enough, as my friend is, to share them.