Well Hung....et cetera

[ampoule]

Well Hung

"Sweetie," she asked, "will you hang this picture on the wall for me?"
He groaned as he put the newspaper aside.
She supplied everything, of course, the hammer, the nail, the picture.
He looked at her with a question on his face knowing full well she could do this task herself.
She smiled.
He turned toward the wall and asked, "Where do you want it?"
Silence.
More silence.
Holding the picture against the wall he tried to look back over his shoulder and saw her laughing.

ampoule, June Thirtieth, TwoThousandEight

[goldenrod]

I knew it had something to do with a picture, even before I "clicked" on it! ;)


goldenrod.

[ampoule]

Junk in the Trunk

He loved the mornings when it was her turn to cook breakfast,
when he would hear her sweet voice call from the kitchen,
"What would you like in your omelette?"
He would run down the hall, cursing the cat on the rug,
sit at his place, sip his coffee, open the newspaper,
peer over it as she broke the eggs
one
by
one
and whisked them.

ampoule, June Thirtieth, TwoThousandEight

[ampoule]

Stacked

Sunday morning,
his turn to breakfast her,
pancakes, of course.
Mmmm, the smells,
bacon frying,
coffee percolating.
Slowly she rolls over,
rises from the bed,
follows the smells.
He watches her as she
enters the kitchen,
stretching like the cat.
"Two?" he asks.
"Yes, two."
He places the plate
before her, a pat of
butter on each, melting.
He picks up the warm
syrup, "May I?"
She watches as he
slowly drizzles the
sweetness around
each cake and before
the first bite, she asks,
"Seconds?"


ampoule, June Thirtieth, TwoThousandEight

[Virgil]

I knew it had something to do with a picture, even before I "clicked" on it! ;)


:lol: Well I didn't and just by the title I was laughing. I said to myself, she can't really mean that. :lol: Amp is really getting into puns lately. :D

[ampoule]

I will confess I was in a mood this morning. LOL I was just hoping I wouldn't get in trouble.

[ampoule]

I knew it had something to do with a picture, even before I "clicked" on it! ;)


goldenrod.

You're such a smarty. ;) But, did you get the other two? Or were they so blatant you're too embarrassed to say. :)

[motherhubbard]

Oh I love it amp. My husband hung my front door for me last week. he had to work extra hard on it because it wasn't framed. I mentioned to him that it was "well hung, husband" in ear shot of his friend just to show my appreciation. Naughty, I know.

[ampoule]

Oh I love it amp. My husband hung my front door for me last week. he had to work extra hard on it because it wasn't framed. I mentioned to him that it was "well hung, husband" in ear shot of his friend just to show my appreciation. Naughty, I know.

Naughty? Nahhhh. I bet it made him glow though. ;) What I'm wondering is how YOU felt after he hung that door. THAT's what my poem is about. ;) I'll bet he likes to watch you 'cook' as in my second poem, Junk in the Trunk. :D

[PrinceMyshkin]

Well Hung

"Sweetie," she asked, "will you hang this picture on the wall for me?"
He groaned as he put the newspaper aside.
She supplied everything, the hammer, the nail, the picture, of course.
He looked at her with a question on his face knowing full well she could do this task herself.
She smiled.
He turned toward the wall and asked, "Where do you want it?"
Silence.
More silence.
Holding the picture against the wall he tried to look back over his shoulder and saw her laughing.

ampoule, June Thirtieth, TwoThousandEight

See: the most enthusiastic of your responses to my Snapshots and any other of my poems, double them, throw in the odd "genius" or two and - VOILA! You have some idea what I think of this and so many of your poems!

BUT I DO NOT GET why she's laughing!!!!

[Virgil]

BUT I DO NOT GET why she's laughing!!!!

She's laughing because she could do it herself, but wants to watch him doing it. At least that's my guess. I know how women think. ;)

[PrinceMyshkin]

I will confess I was in a mood this morning. LOL I was just hoping I wouldn't get in trouble.

Oh, you were hoping you "wouldn't get in trouble"! Tell us another one, please - or save it for our bedtime. We LOVE our bedtime stories, the further they are from the truth the better!

[PrinceMyshkin]

I know how women think. ;)

Last man who believed that also believed he could build a rocket to Jupiter out of several elastic bands, some baseball cards and a bucket of warm spit!

[PrinceMyshkin]

Junk in the Trunk

He loved the mornings when it was her turn to cook breakfast,
when he would hear her sweet voice call from the kitchen,
"What would you like in your omelette?"
He would run down the hall, cursing the cat on the rug,
sit at his place, sip his coffee, open the newspaper,
peer over it as she broke the eggs
one
by
one
and whisked them.

ampoule, June Thirtieth, TwoThousandEight

So lovely! So seemingly effortlessly lovely! Jes wait till firefangled lays his eyes on these!!!

[PrinceMyshkin]

Stacked

Sunday morning,
his turn to breakfast her,
pancakes, of course.
Mmmm, the smells,
bacon frying,
coffee percolating.
Slowly she rolls over,
rises from the bed,
follows the smells.
He watches her as she
enters the kitchen,
stretching like the cat.
"Two?" he asks.
"Yes, two."
He places the plate
before her, a pat of
butter on each, melting.
He picks up the warm
syrup, "May I?"
She watches as he
slowly drizzles the
sweetness around
each cake and before
the first bite, she asks,
"Seconds?"


ampoule, June Thirtieth, TwoThousandEight

Yes, please - and thirds if they're all going to be like these!

[motherhubbard]

BUT I DO NOT GET why she's laughing!!!!

sometimes I drop something just so my husband will bend over and pick it up and I can look at his tush. I think that's why she's laughing. It's nice to watch men work. I know women complain about cat calls from men working construction and the like, but I bet at least some of those women are there just to watch! :brow:

[firefangled]

Junk in the Trunk

He loved the mornings when it was her turn to cook breakfast,
when he would hear her sweet voice call from the kitchen,
"What would you like in your omelette?"
He would run down the hall, cursing the cat on the rug,
sit at his place, sip his coffee, open the newspaper,
peer over it as she broke the eggs
one
by
one
and whisked them.

ampoule, June Thirtieth, TwoThousandEight

Mmmm...mmmm...mmmm As much as I like all your words and the way they describe your wonderful and often mysterious world, as for this one, the title and the last line says it all.

This may be why men pretend not to know how to cook. ;)

[ampoule]

Some of us definitely know how to put our "whole selves in". :D Hmmm....idea here.

And MH...you got it girl. ;)

[ampoule]

Hokey Pokey

They sat in a circle, the two of them there,
Face to face, ready to share.
She gave him her hand, he placed it on his lips.
He gave her his hands, she placed them on her hips.
They rose towards each other feeling the rhythm of their hearts.
They felt they were spinning, is this how it starts?

They lie there together, legs all entwined,
Feeling such grace, their lives now combined.
She gave him her all, he held her to his side.
He gave her his heart, she took it with pride.
They gave to each other and without any doubt,
They'd live their lives knowing what it's all about.

ampoule, July Second, TwoThousandEight
Don't try to sing this. It won't work. :( Sorry.

[Virgil]

I like the first stanza Amp. It was original and interesting. I can't say that for the second stanza.

[ampoule]

I like the first stanza Amp. It was original and interesting. I can't say that for the second stanza.

Actually, I think the whole thing is pretty lame. I just had to get that "That's what it's all about" in there. It might have been better had I tried to write it to the rhythm of the song/dance.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Hokey Pokey

They sat in a circle, the two of them there,
Face to face, ready to share.
She gave him her hand, he placed it on his lips.
He gave her his hands, she placed them on her hips.
They rose towards each other feeling the rhythm of their hearts.
They felt they were spinning, is this how it starts?

They lie there together, legs all entwined,
Feeling such grace, their lives now combined.
She gave him her all, he held her to his side.
He gave her his heart, she took it with pride.
They gave to each other and without any doubt,
They'd live their lives knowing what it's all about.

ampoule, July Second, TwoThousandEight
Don't try to sing this. It won't work. :( Sorry.

Yes, of course you needed that last line to bring it back to the title, but AMP! If I'd been there while you were writing this light-hearted and funny poem, and knew you were about to compose those NOTHING lines, I'd have trashed your computer and turned off the WIFI in your neighbourhood, because you and I and God help us even the President of the US of A-OK and most of the Democratic Party and even one or two of the Republicans KNOW that life don't rhyme the way those last two lines pretend it does.

Oh, I see belatedly that you've responded to Virgil with a plea of temporary insanity...

[Virgil]

Actually, I think the whole thing is pretty lame. I just had to get that "That's what it's all about" in there. It might have been better had I tried to write it to the rhythm of the song/dance.

The idea has promise, the idea being a rhythmic poem emulating song and dance as a metaphor for an affair/encounter or whatever you want to call it. I do think the execution doesn't rise to the level of the idea. [Hey I can put things nicely if I try. :p I could have just said it's lame like you did. ;) ]

[Pendragon]

Naughty and yet nice
Writing daily poetry
My hat off to her...


Way to go, Lady Amp! :)

[ampoule]

Tramp
Upon reading "A Snap Quiz in Body Language" by David Wagoner, "Hansel Alone" by Firefangled and PrinceMyshkin's latest "Snapshot"

I may have found someone new today, Billy,
But don't gather up your pen and paper....not just yet.
You look so hurt, I didn't mean to, there's really no need.
It was just one silly poem, it only happened once,
It really didn't mean anything, not compared to yours.
Please....don't go. Put your books back upon the shelf.
Sit here in your comfy chair, have some tea.
Here, let me dip your pen into the ink for you.
I promise I won't do it again.....All this she says
while kissing his forehead and peering over his shoulder
at the beckoning computer screen.


ampoule, July Fourteenth, TwoThousandEight

[ampoule]

Thank you, Pen. I hope you like the latest one. You would most likely be named in the suit along with Fire and Prince. LOL

[firefangled]

Tramp
Upon reading "A Snap Quiz in Body Language" by David Wagoner, "Hansel Alone" by Firefangled and PrinceMyshkin's latest "Snapshot"

I may have found someone new today, Billy,
But don't gather up your pen and paper....not just yet.
You look so hurt, I didn't mean to, there's really no need.
It was just one silly poem, it only happened once,
It really didn't mean anything, not compared to yours.
Please....don't go. Put your books back upon the shelf.
Sit here in your comfy chair, have some tea.
Here, let me dip your pen into the ink for you.
I promise I won't do it again.....All this she says
while kissing his forehead and peering over his shoulder
at the beckoning computer screen.


ampoule, July Fourteenth, TwoThousandEight

You are amazing with these so original takes on your every day experience. I admire your imagination to turn a simple reading of a few poems into such an entertaining poem. My hat (if I wore one) would be off to you!!!

[ampoule]

Thank you. I don't know how amazing really. You DO know which Billy I am referring to, don't you?

[firefangled]

Thank you. I don't know how amazing really. You DO know which Billy I am referring to, don't you?

Oh, I didn't want to say out loud and hurt his feelings. But it begins with C.