Food, My Frenemy

Oh, melty cheese, you temptress sly,
Deep-fried bliss, you wink an eye.

Comforting carbs, a doughy friend,
My cravings sing, and my willpower bends.

But wait! A rumble down below,
A traitorous gurgle, oh no!

This love affair, it comes at a cost,
A belly full, a battle lost.

Pizza Dreams and Burger Towers,
Funyuns, eaten by the hours.

They whisper sweet, then make me groan,
In this love-hate dance, I sign alone.

Food, my frenemy, Oh so dear,
A continual battle, year after year.

My stomach wins, a joyful ache,
But oh, the price my pants will take!

Author: Kissie Banks “Last Notes”

Last Notes of Tones

Fingers danced, a melody untold,

A bass sound, a promise to unfold.

Special tones, a language of the heart,

Thumping pitches, a passionate start.

Brief records, a love story cast,

From cries of the soul, a message unsurpassed.

Past the mind, a whisper so true,

Straight to the heart, where love’s promises accrue.

Bass sounds hummed a constant refrain,

Preserved melodies echoed through the rain.

I love you, the notes whispered in the breeze,

I love you, a love that would never appease.

Last notes of tones, fading into the night,

But the echo remained, a burning light.

I love you, a promise whispered true,

A bass sound, with preserved melody,

I love you, I love you.

A symphony of silence, please untold,

Melodies yearn to break free and unfold.

Bass sound, a promise to keep,

Preserved melodies, love’s whispers sleep.

Special tones, shapes in the air,

Language only two hearts can share.

Thumping pitches, a rhythmic retreat,

Promises whispered, never to be beat.

From the soul’s cries, music takes flight,

Human voices pierce through the night.

Bass sounds hum, a constant refrain,

Preserved melodies whisper through the rain.

I love you, the notes softly sing,

I love you, a love on the wing.

last notes fade, a promise held so true,

I love you, whispered anew.

Author: Kissie Banks “Last Note”

Monthly Blooms

First blooms unfurl, like love’s tender dawn,
Carnations bright, a promise newly born,

Then violets peek, with hues both rich and deep,
A loyal heart, where secrets safely sleep.

Daffodils dance, with glee they brightly sing.
Sunshine smiles, at the joy spring’s breezes bring.

Daisies unfold, so pure and white and true.
A love so young, with skies forever blue.

Lilies open, a fragrant, humble grace.
May’s gentle touch, upon a loving face.

Roses entwined with honeysuckle’s hold,
Passion burns, a story yet told,

Larkspurs rise, with strength the season grants,
July’s sun, on love’s unwavering plants.

Gladiolus stand, a memory’s refrain.
August sighs, with wisdom’s gentle rain.

Asters bloom, with morning glory’s might.
October’s peace, in harmony’s soft light.

Marigolds gleam, with cosmos by their side,
Longing’s warmth, where love and laughter hide.

Tiny white blooms, a promise reborn,
December’s hush, a new love to be sworn.

Author: Kissie Banks “ Last Notes”