The Hideous Junk Closet

Posted on November 16, 2014 by cbmuser

Cleaning out the closet
Puts me in a panic
Cuz Hubby goes at it
In a way rather manic

He pulls out everything
And scatters stuff around
“Look!” he tells me
“And see what I’ve found.”

Oh, yes, the project
Starts out quite happy
But as we begin sorting
We get a little snappy

“We must finish,” I tell him
“And put things away
No tripping over this junk
For yet another day”

Hubby doesn’t mind
The floors full of clutter
But with that kind of thing
Bad words I do mutter

So the Goodwill gets
The stuff we can live without
But organizing the rest
Was what this was all about

I put down my foot,
And point to the closet door
I insist that this stuff
Can’t stay on the floor

In our quest to be tidy
We restock those shelves
In another year or so
Into that closet we’ll delve

Unbelievable – The Debut

Posted on November 9, 2014 by cbmuser

Unbelievable is the title
Of my latest endeavor
If you read it I think
You’ll find it real clever

As the cover implies
It takes place at a lake
Where Cassie Baxter’s reputation
Is what is at stake

The dogs on the dock
Are part of the plot
I’m guessing even cat-people
Will like them a lot

There’s a mad scientist
And an author of sci fi stories
But Unbelievable is a cozy
So I promise, nothing gory

Of course it’s a mystery
And the culprit will get caught
But to find out how
Unbelievable must be bought.

Available at Amazon

Snow in November?

Posted on November 2, 2014 by cbmuser

Snow in SC
On November one
I do not think
That’s very much fun

Close the windows
Turn on the heat
I do not think
Winter’s so neat

My nose is running
My feet are cold
I do not think
On winter I’m sold

Put on a sweater
Dig out my mittens
I do not think
With winter I’m smitten

The Veterinarian Blues

Posted on October 27, 2014 by cbmuser

Betty the cat
Can be quite a pill
But despite her strong
Feline will

I like her spunk
I love her lots
Until its time
To get her shots

Then we journey
To the vet
Who tells me he
Has never met

A cat so vicious
Mean and fearsome
Her annual visit
Is truly wearisome

Together we watch
Betty hiss and howl
When that gets old
She has this growl

Betty’s a nice cat
I tell the doctor
And he looks at me
Like I’m off my rocker

Since the cat I adore
He never has seen
The cat in his office
Is always so mean

I don’t understand
What makes her so nuts
But Betty sure tells us
No ifs, ands, or buts

That she does not like
The veterinarian
So she prides herself
On being contrarian

We brace ourselves
And get the job done
But the vet never says
“Gee, that was fun!”

Exhaustion

Posted on October 13, 2014 by cbmuser

Chances of a poem this week
Are bleak
No energy
To tweak
The rhyme and rhythm
You seek
My brain seems like
It’s sprung a leak
So any effort
Would truly reek

Lotion Devotion

Posted on October 5, 2014 by cbmuser

Another sign
I’m getting old
The amount of lotion
I’ve been sold

For every purpose
A specific lotion
My bathroom’s full
To overflowing with potion

They’re also found
In my purse and car
Cuz heaven forbid
I try to get far

Without my fix
Of retinol or aloe
To keep my skin
From going all sallow

Without a cream
For hands and feet
My lotion collection
Would not be complete

I have quite a few
In my fight against aging
Cuz on my face
The wrinkles are raging

But more important
Than wrinkle correction
Are those that work
On sunlight protection

Lotions for day
And lotions for night
Lotions to cure
Most every known blight

Lotions at meal time
Lotions after showers
Lotions that promise me
Superhuman powers

So please excuse me
I have lotion to apply
If I don’t do so soon
My skin might get dry

Morocco Part Three

Posted on September 29, 2014 by cbmuser

Ait Ben Haddou

Morocco for me
Was so totally new
I need one more blog
Before I’m quite through

So please indulge me
This last poem
And then next week
I’ll stick closer to home

These pics are of
Moroccan ruins
If you ask me
Ruins are shoe-ins

Ouarzazate

For fun exploring
They get my attention
So here are a few
I think I should mention

The fort or Kasbah
At Ait Ben Haddouh
Has seen its share
Of great movie crews

Kasbahs, FYI
Don’t last too long
No matter how built
No matter how strong

The heat of the desert
Soon takes its toll
If they last a few decades
That was the goal

Here’s a ruin
From Ouarzazate
Look at what pretty
Doors and ceilings it’s got

stork at Badi Palace

The storks hang out
On this or that tower
The Badii Palace kings
Once had great power

My Moroccan adventure
Is now done
I’ll try to go back to Africa
Because it was fun

Marrakech And Me

Posted on September 14, 2014 by cbmuser

I’m in Africa
For the very first time
And so it deserves
Its very own rhyme

Marrakech
To be specific
A lovely city
Really terrific

The cacti are green
The stucco is pink
I like the mint tea
A very good drink

Snake charmers
And acrobats
And people wearing
unusual hats

Bought some slippers
In Moroccan styles
I also like
The Marrakech tiles

The tajine is tasty
The temperature’s hot
Tomorrow the Sahara!
To give camel-riding a shot

Shameless Self-Promotion

Posted on September 8, 2014 by cbmuser

At times it seemed
Most inconceivable
But I’m glad to say
That Unbelievable

Is close to done
It’s nearly complete
In case you’ve been waiting
At the edge of your seat

Probably not
But if you are wondering
This series is about
Cassie Baxter’s blundering

She lives with her father
In a house that’s bright green
A quirkier place
You never have seen

The neighbors are nosey
They drive Cassie nuts
She’s a little bit testy
But boy, she has guts

Lake Elizabeth is
The quaint rural setting
You’ll like it a lot
And this I am betting

The dogs and the goats
Will win over your heart
And now I am hoping
You can’t wait to start!

p.s. Unbelievable, the first book in the Cassie Baxter Mysteries series will be available in a few short weeks. Stay tuned, and tell all your friends!

The Cassie Baxter Mysteries: Small sleuth, tiny town, unfailing fun.

Welcome to Lake Elizabeth, Vermont, where the water is blue, the mountains are green, and the redhead is dead. And missing. Cassie Baxter must have been nuts to move to this place. She was even nuttier to move in with her father. Finding that redhead wasn’t so brilliant, either. And then losing the body? Truly nuts. Cassie has witnesses, but what a shocker, the goats aren’t talking. On the slim chance that someone, somewhere, someday will believe her, Cassie starts sleuthing. Her annoying father annoys her every step of the way. But the mad scientist next door seems helpful, and Cassie uncovers all kinds of interesting tidbits. Skeletons in closets, ghosts in attics. Everyone in this town has a secret or two. That sexy scientist alone has about a dozen. Figures. But don’t underestimate Cassie Baxter. Size ten trouble on a size five foot, she’ll solve the mystery of the missing redhead. Some unhappy murderer is about to be undone. Unbelievable.

The Apple

Posted on August 25, 2014 by cbmuser

Sitting here
Feeling tortured
Cuz nothing rhymes
With apple orchard

And apples is
Another word
To rhyme something with
Is hard and absurd

But hubby said
Write today’s ditty
About the orchard we saw
But this ain’t pretty

And so about apples
You’ve learned nothing new
And I’m happy to say
This apple poem’s through

CB Mysteries

Cozy mysteries with humor and romance by Cindy Blackburn

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