Poetry

Housecleaning

The list of chores grows longer

and the work is adding on,

each day seems like a chance until

I find that it is gone.

I understand they must be done,

that is my sole intention–

but is is was when I see you

and lose that comprehension

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Speaking of housecleaning, I forgot to post the “inspiration” for the two poems on the “Where They’ve Been” post. There are a lot of versions of the song on YouTube. I remember hearing Joni James singing it when I was younger. So here’s that version:

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And for kicks and giggles, I found an actual compilation of some of the Looney Tunes cartoons that used the “bomb” gag. Here’s that:

Poetry

Where They’ve Been

I knew that I loved you–

no question of when . . .

like when you were dancing

with words through your pen,

when the paper lit up

like flames with no fire,

when the smokeless smoke rose

yet even higher,

when the clouds formed above

through smoke and through haze,

when the words came back down

completely unfazed,

when I saw them dancing

back home once again,

and you looked happy

when beaming your grin . . .

I knew that I loved you–

no question of when–

even though they’re just words

you know where they’ve been

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I’m posting this here because both were inspired by the same song. I usually write specific inspirations in the tags but if I’ll give non-existent points fo you if you can guess it.

Hint 1: it’s an older song.

Hint 2: it destroyed a few pianos on the Looney Tunes 😄

Poetry

The Unspoken Agreement

I have never seen

a rabbit lying down–

not in the wild, anyway.

When they’re caged

and domesticated,

they’ll take a load off, sure,

either trusting whoever has them

or from sheer desperation.

Their eyes are like marbles

that don’t tell much

even if you were to look

long enough.

Why would you? Why would I?

I sit out on the porch

most nights

to unwind from the day.

These days I see rabbits

out there, lying in the grass,

eyes in my direction

but bodies still planted

on the ground.

I should probably chase them away

yet, yet . . .

I have never seen

so many rabbits lying down

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Hey y’all. I didn’t plan on posting today but I’m literally just watching rabbits in the yard right now (it might be a slow night, lol.)

And now for a shameless plug:

If you haven’t already done so, feel free to check out the Unnecessary Podcast. My good friend Clint (also co-contributor on this site) hosts it (and I tag along to make an ass of myself 😉) We’re going to incorporate some poetry at some point so if you would like to read something on there (pre-recorded or otherwise) or have something read (likely by Clint), feel free to drop a line on the contact page or send me an email at cdanders91@gmail.com .

Hope y’all have a more exciting Friday night than me and these long-earred fiends😄 God bless! –the real C. D.

Poetry

Paradiso

There’s a corner

In my backyard

Under the oak tree

Where the shade

Hits just right

And the calming

Sounds of birds

Sing in the distance

I’ve seen possums

Sleep underneath

The grill cover

After a long night’s

Journey, and a

Cat and her kittens

Play in the cool

Of the shade

While cardinals and

Blue Jays land

On the ground

Looking for acorns

And insects.

The squirrel loves

To come by, trying

Hard to stay

Stealthy, but the

Fuzzy tail and

Suspicious look

Draw the curious

Attention of the other

Creatures in the yard

It is odd to see

Such harmony

In this urban jungle

But if oddities

Can equate to peace

Then I wouldn’t

Mind living

In such an odd world

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Author’s Note: I’ve been thinking about a lot of things recently and reading back on some old works from the past. In honesty, I’ve been using this blog mostly as a way to release some negative energy, for lack of a better word or phrase, but after the events of 2020, and considering how things have been in 2021 so far, I’ve come to realize that the old ways haven’t really been working for me. After doing some reflecting, I feel it’s better to just take the positives when we get them and share the wealth around.

–Clint, aka C. E. Knight

Poetry

As Much as I Used To

I find

that I don’t love you

as much as

I used to,

you have shown your cards,

your flaws,

your imperfections,

your tells,

you have shown your weaknesses

and bared your soul

to someone

inferior,

you have shown compassion

to the very same

when it was not deserved.

Still

I find

that I don’t love you

as much as

I used to

for

I have loved you more

with each passing day

Poetry

It’s Just a Heart

The heart is an ugly looking muscle

that has long been made

to look like something

it is not.

The heart has a purpose,

a practicality,

a pulse that gets

the body and the mind

working together by its many

intricate vessels.

The heart is an ugly looking muscle,

that is to say,

it ain’t pretty but we’d all die

without it.

Beauty does not equal function

nor does function equal perfection–

I do not literally die

when I hear how hard you are

on yourself;

my heart keeps beating, aching,

wondering how your heart

clearly ain’t showing you

what every other practical one

sees clearly.

It often skips a beat,

something normally abnormal,

but understandable

when it senses you.

It doesn’t literally die,

it functions like it should.

The heart is an ugly looking muscle

and it’s beating in this imperfect vessel.

This heart is an ugly looking,

imperfect muscle

but it knows a good heart

when it sees it.