The Voice of Jessie: Round One Done!

Posted on April 13, 2014 by cbmuser

One Cue Ball done
Three more to go
As with most stuff
The process is slow
Thought you’d be curious
So am letting you know
Playing With Poison
Now on audio!

The Voice Of Jessie
Wait ‘til you hear
Several auditioned
Then she appeared
Caroline Miller-
Definitely top tier
I heard her do Jessie
And dismissed all my fears

Rye, Candy, Karen
And so many more
You’ll love Geez Louise
Even Jimmy’s got allure
Caroline has skills
And great talent galore
A treat for your ears
Now is in store!

Playing With Poison on Audio is available at Amazon, of course!

Slower Than Slow

Posted on April 7, 2014 by cbmuser

After four books
You’d think I would know
How to write fast
And not super-slow

The premise is there
At the edge of my brain
But writing it down
Can drive me insane

A sentence a day
Sometimes that’s it!
The words just don’t fly
It causes me fits

A perfectionist I am,
A stickler for detail
I try for expedience
But often I fail

So if you expect
My new book next week
I confess to you here
Your prospects are bleak

A Poet’s Lament

Posted on March 30, 2014 by cbmuser

Hubby is quiet
Most of the time
Except when I
Am trying to rhyme

I compose a poem
Once every week
I aim for jolly
And never bleak

Hubby knows
My Sunday plan
In fact, of my poems
He’s rather a fan

I pick up my pen
To begin the ditty
Aiming for clever
Charming and witty

Hubby gets chatty
The moment I start
I have to tell him
I’m not that smart

I can’t converse
And rhyme together
Talk to me later
About the weather

Cindy Come Home

Posted on March 23, 2014 by cbmuser

She does not like it
Betty the cat
When I go away
And she’s babysat

She hisses and fights
And puts up a stink
This cat hates me is what
These poor people think

They feed her and tell her
All kinds of nice stuff
But whatever they do
It is never enough

Betty prefers that I
Stay put at home
I hear she’s a pill
When from home I roam

It Ain’t For Sissies

Posted on March 17, 2014 by cbmuser

The AARP bulletin did cometh this week
Its wisdom I did not know I should seek
But talk about bleak!
With cautious heart and soul most meek
This secret I most reluctantly leak
With pertinent and useful knowledge this newsletter reeked
Goodbye fleeting youth! I’m old now, and freaked!

Wardrobe Malfunction

Posted on March 2, 2014 by cbmuser

Jeans this style
I like and enjoy
But don’t know a way
I should employ
To keep hip huggers
On my hips
Because my jeans
Do tend to slip

A belt is useless
The way I’m built
The angle’s wrong
My hips, they tilt
Suspenders might
Do the trick
But not a look
I’m apt to pick

A good strong yank
I hoist and tug
Hubby shakes his head
I shrug
But fallen down
They haven’t yet
So more hip huggers
I plan to get

Memory Lane

Posted on February 23, 2014 by cbmuser

Twenty years have come and have gone
Since my first date with now hubby John

A one-man play is what he did pick
But when the night came that man was sick

A big band concert was happening too
Let’s go there, I said, and do that in lieu

We actually danced, believe it or not
We must have been nervous to give it a shot

Then we had drinks at a bar called Vickery’s
That bar’s now closed, now ancient history

I ordered a Tom Collins, what was I thinking?
Neither of us spend time in bars like that drinking

Women’s figure skating was on TV at the bar
Silver medalist Nancy Kerrigan was that night’s star

Yep, the Winter Olympics were then going on
The night of my first date with now hubby John

Too Little Too Late

Posted on February 16, 2014 by cbmuser

A wedding in Puerto Rico
Would have been fun
By this point in winter
I’d like some more sun

We wanted to see
A cousin get hitched
But due to the weather
That plan got ditched

Flying this weekend
Had been the goal
But we ended up with
All this stupid snow

Winter storms brewed
Snow here and snow there
Flights were cancelled
About everywhere

We got to the airport
And waited and waited
That outfit I packed
Began to get dated

E-ticket in hand
Was still not enough
We still had to check
A bag of our stuff

The security gate hurdle
Was hard to believe
A longer line of people
I could not conceive

Then we ran with our luggage
Not my best skill
We ran really fast
We tried hard, but still

The door had closed
When we got to the gate
We waved at our plane
Two minutes too late

Fab Four Fiftieth

Posted on February 9, 2014 by cbmuser

Some news last week
Took me way back
Memories of these four
I surely do not lack

I was a young child
When they arrived
Sad that right now
Only two have survived

Fifty years ago
The Beatles invaded
I’d give them A plusses
If they were graded

To their songs I danced
With my big sisters
We loved the 45’s
Of the Fab Four misters

Memories of which
Puts a smile on my face
So in my poetic repertoire
The Beatles get a place

CB Mysteries

Cozy mysteries with humor and romance by Cindy Blackburn