Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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PB&J
Held together, just barely Each day comes, like the last Counting time by the minutes, As hours on the clock - pass My life made up of moments Some I begged, longer to stay Like my childhood memories Of PB&J ~ Simple slices of bread Peanut butter inside And some jelly mixed in Brought the flavor to life Sticky, sweet goodness Spread magically with a knife My face - covered with remnants My tastebuds - favorite delight ~ PB&J, I would answer When asked, what sounds good to you? I loved it the best When daddy took, and cut it in two A triangle shape Fit in my mouth like a glove Lightly toasted and served to me, with his love ~ PB&J, who would have guessed Would bring such memories to life For a few moments, I escape The days struggles and strife To the kitchen I wander For slices of wonder bread Smearing some peanut butter And strawberry spread ~ PB&J - to this day Brings back - pieces of home A place, chaotic sometimes But where pure magic was grown Giggles in the back yard Or bounding happily, in fields of clover Sweet, precious memories I would love to do over
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Free Rides
I wish that road trips - would pay my bills And l got tipped for seeking thrills That watching sunsets covered debts I’ve seen ones, I won’t soon forget If life covered the tab for lounging round And paid the check - as I paint the town Then, my credit score - would top the charts I'd stop self-service at Walmart And shop online at Crate and Barrel Get a massage from Ryan Reynolds I mean, why not - he’s more than pretty He does it all, and is so damn witty And then, since everything is paid I’d buy a big house, and hire a maid No, not to clean, to hang around And catch a concert out of town Something unusual and classy Like, those insane clowns and their whole posse Ok, maybe more like Michael Buble Or Kenny Loggins, The Eagles or Drake And then retire from the crowds Lay in my Lull bed, feels like a cloud Get up and do it all the same That is, if my roads trips gonna pay
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Mother -
Mother Earth is a dynamic living system comprising an indivisible community of all living systems and living organisms, interrelated, interdependent and complementary, which share a common destiny. Mother Earth is considered sacred, from the worldviews of nations and peasant indigenous peoples.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
