When I finished my 50th poem, Sandy, my husband said let's put them in a book and put the book on Amazon. He said he would spend just a few minutes researching how to do this ... and finally, after several weeks of hard work my first poetry book is now on Amazon! Needless to say, I am a bit surprised and shocked that I have a book on Amazon.
I 'm excited to be able to share it with you now,
Erica Ann Abbott
These
are a few of the poems from Pancakes and Coffee Breaks.
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Myrtle
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Hertle We love our daily walks together, especially in the sunny weather. At least every second day we walk to the gym not far away. Another great walk we take is past a glen towards the lake. We stop a while to say hi to a turtle named Myrtle and her guy named Hertle. When they hear our greeting, they stop sleeping and swim over to us to have a meeting. We throw them some bread, they push out their head and it doesn't take long before all the bread is gone. A neighbor walking by to say hi, said she read not to feed them bread, instead, give them insects, beetles and worms. So we asked Myrtle and Hertle what they prefer and they said, “We love sourdough bread.” |
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| Afraid of the dark I'm in bed story read, prayers said, tucked up by dad then alone. It's dark outside, I hear noises inside, my breath quickens, body stiffens "Dad! Mom, water please!" I call, resorting to my usual stall. Dad always responds to his only daughter, comforting me with a small glass of water. He makes me feel snug in my bed, kisses my head and reminds me he's in the room next to mine. As he gets to the door he turns and quietly says, "I promise you, all will be fine, just start counting from one to ninety-nine" |
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Making pancakes with my man Making pancakes together in this very cold weather is a fun activity for my good man and me. They are not just delicious but also nutritious, light and almost calorie free. With maple syrup or lashings of honey, they're so yummy, and making them at home we're saving lots of money! Our secret ingredient; I'll mention only to you... is a big cup of bran. But I can't mention here exactly what it will do. |
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| Instead I just quit I recently stopped going to the gym, now, of course, I'm not looking so trim. My energy's low, my skin doesn't glow, my running has ceased and my walking is slow. There is a challenge when you start working out, not to give up till you have something to flout! Granted, it does take groaning and moaning to get yourself going, but if you quit you'll never get ripped! It takes at least three weeks or more till you have enough muscle to show off your core. I missed a few days, now my mind is a haze, I so wanted to be fit but instead I just quit. Actually, it has all become too much so I'm going out to have some donuts for lunch! |
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The game of life Freezing or frying, both can cause dying. Climbing, aspiring is certainly success, but failing could leave you in a big fat mess. In the morning the elephant has his tusks, then a hunter shoots him and takes them at dusk. Big fish eat little fish, some surviving. Others end up in my dinner dish. Life can be a paradise out there, or a jungle with much despair. Heads or tails, win or lose, take your pick, you can choose. Living and dying, come what may, it’s a phenomenon of life that's here to stay. Sometimes joy, other times dismay. It's the game of life we all must play. |
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| Will I Die? My friend Joy who lived nearby and I walked down to the beach, which was well within our reach. We could hardly wait to take off our shoes and socks, feel the soft sand, cool water and climb on the rocks! We would look out at the horizon, up at the sky and agree there must be a heaven and more to life after we die. We both felt this was logical, even philosophical. Many years later when I was reading a book, it made me take another look. Then, I was certain my body would die and be laid in the ground, but I would always be around. |
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