Honeyed Toast

She hated the substance
spread across her toast
Most thought it was sweet
she thought it was gross
What about cinnamon sugar?
Or even plain butter?
Why did it have to be honey
to go with her supper?
The sight made her stomach churn
all thick and goopy
If her mom thought she would eat it
the woman was loopy
Though the texture was revolting
the taste was the worst
She picked up the toast
and mumbled a curse
She tried to distract herself
with thoughts of pizza or cheese
But the vile, disgusting flavor
nearly took her to her knees
She finally swallowed
breathed a sigh of relief
Gave her mom the stink eye
took a bite of roast beef
She had to eat it all
every bite of the toast
Or no ice cream for dessert
which she loved the most
Why honey of all things?
Why when they knew her dislike?
How could anyone like it?
it was a horrible sight
Some put it in yogurt
or even in their tea
Others liked it with fruit
sometimes strawberries
Mixed in with water
to soothe a sore throat
Though it never mixed well
nasty chunks would float
As she thought of the ways
that honey was served
She glanced down at her plate
and was greatly disturbed
For there was nothing she hated
more than the dreaded honey
Except what was sitting there now
a pile of steaming broccoli

Copyright © 2018 Ashley Uzzell

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Earth’s Prayer

(A relaxing chant-poem)

Oh tender earth moist and brown
Healing water’s eternal flow
Flame of passion, reddish-orange
Forever will the four winds blow

Purity and love’s light
Guide me in my everyday
When my path splits ahead
Help me choose the right way

Copyright © 2007 Ashley Uzzell

Our Turn

My mouth was dry, my hands sweaty
His shoulder brushed against mine
He offered me a nervous smile
As we stood there side by side

The others gone before us
Had been amazing, nearly flawless
But we had practiced hard
If that was any solace

Still, I shook some as I stood
Though it was hardly from nerves
I was ready, anxious to begin
Even if he had his reserves

The second couple left the stage
Smiles across their faces
The third couple swept by us
To quickly take their places

Curious to see their performance
I tried to calm my twitching body
I examined their stance, arms, legs
Their costumes bright and gaudy

We can beat them, I thought
Their performance hardly a thriller
We were next, but time ran slow
The anticipation a killer

Finally, the man swept her up
And carried her off the stage
My partner grabbed my hand in his
He was ready to engage

I breathed a sigh of relief
Said a prayer for luck
Took one step, then a second
As our first chord was struck

Copyright © 2018 Ashley Uzzell

Little Elves

It’s rather late, I hear a sound
It gives me quite a fright
Little elves come have come around
Please clean my house tonight

I see you darting here and there
From the corner of my eye
I know I’m not supposed to stare
But even still, I try

I don’t mind you living here
Or visiting once or twice
Your presence gives me lots of cheer
I prefer you over mice

But if you want to sleep in my home
And nibble at my food
Maybe you could contribute some
Helping hands would be good

You could sweep the floors or beat the rug
Maybe take out the trash
Put dishes away without breaking a mug
It isn’t too much to ask

I hold magical creatures dear
If you want to stay, then come
But you have to earn your place here
Freeloaders are not welcome!

Copyright © 2017 Ashley Uzzell

Beauty Revealed

Your eyes are downcast
You turn away at my gaze
I know your flaws
I have my own
They do not define us
So do not let them
When I look at you
I do not see a cast-out
I do not see imperfections
I see beauty
I see generosity
Kindness to friends
and strangers alike
I see a role model
A person to be admired
So keep those eyes skyward
Keep that chin raised
Let me see your lovely face
Let the world behold
The one who holds my heart
Illuminate us with the beauty
Of your soul

Copyright © 2107 Ashley Uzzell

Rebirth

I will soon unmake me
Forever forget the past
Everything now broken
Will be fixed at last
 
I will wipe the slate
Start again, anew
I will soon create
Someone brand new
 
Someone who isn’t weak
Someone who doesn’t feel
Someone who’s not a freak
Someone who is real
 
No more lonely days
Worries plaguing the mind
No longer a lost stray
Someone no one can find
 
I will make this reality
As good as my dreams
I will find my clarity
In a far different scene
 
I will soon unmake me
Forever forget the past
Everything now broken
Will be fixed at last

Copyright © 2017 Ashley Uzzell

E-book Sale!

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Hello all!

Great news, our books are on sale this week for 99¢. I Laughed, I Cried, I Crapped Myself, Spunky and the Wizard’s Chair, What Money Can’t Buy, and Where’s My Kitty? are available in Kindle format on Amazon. Wonderful family fun for a wonderful price! Hurry, this sale ends December 25th.

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Happy holidays, everyone!