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The Older I Get
I once heard the whisper of falling snow,
saw a spark in the eye of a coal-black crow,
felt the power and awe of a swift river's flow,
the older I get, the less I know.
My hair was once braided in golden cornrows,
by Jamaican friends in an island below,
a psychic once asked me about Jericho,
the older I get, the less I know.
The hot southern asphalt that scalded my toe,
the rope swing that swung us, to and fro,
Christmas Eve and the tree in the firelight's glow,
the older I get, the less I know.
Everyone's gone, but where did they go?
Why is my spirit sinking so low?
Is it true we reap only what we sow?
the older I get, the less I know.
©2010 DanielleWhite
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THROUGH GLOWING INTERLUDES
~ ~
through eyes that glow ruffling your hair
we warm the room with luminous stares
a gentle ambrosia drapes the fragrant air
with wine from your lips --- and just there
this need to melt in immortal surrender
kindles as rows of candlelight declare
kept promise of twenty years deeply shared
and while laugh lines crease slight wear and tear
the charm of life’s interludes makes me aware
~ how we glide together still burning and bare
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Russel Sivey’s Candlelight Contest
By nette onclaud
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THE CONFESSIONS OF THE WORLD'S WORST HOUSEWIFE
I’m the world’s worst housewife, this I’m confessing
The state of this place is more than depressing
When I try to tidy I just add to the cess pool of messing
If you did a white glove test, a foot of grime you’d be caressing
Visitors gasp, drop their jaws and then their gag reflexes require suppressing
No, really, it’s so bad that our parish priest refused to do a house blessing
Even a snake in the grass with itchy, loose skin would fear undressing
Every dish in my kitchen sink soaks in slimy misery, like it is convalescing
Clutter increases and my teeny floor space continues regressing
There is so much hair in the grey tub you could make a wig with clumps of tress-ing
And my bathwater holds mysteries so deep that a Scot would say I am Loch Ness-ing
Something in my fridge has been there for so long that its now phosphoresc-ing
And that carton of milk? Ew, its contents need no second guessing
My family stoops to avoid cobwebs so thick that each droop is oppressing
The dust on shelves grows like the love for me that the fluff is now daily professing
But that crud in the corner that is starting to smell? I admit, it needs addressing
My looking glass is so crusty that all I can see is Alice and those queens a-chess-ing
The laundry weighs so much that our concrete floor has started compressing
But, frankly, my husband likes it that I’m wearing somewhat less and less-ing
I’ve tried to ignore that bag over there, but it’s seeping puss and might be abscessing
Once upon a time I answered phones, organized chaos and did word processing
Now I’m mom to a girl who gets most of my attention and its she that I’m princess-ing
Some of you may think I’m just idleless-ing
But we spend most of our days playing, our affection expressing
Her sweetness blossoms, though her temperament needs a wee bit of finessing
Oh, but she’s cute and funny! How my darling, the world is impressing
And at night when she’s asleep- instead of dusting- I prefer letter pressing
Does it really matter that my home isn't a palace of some ancienne noblesse-ing?
And in MHO an immaculate house is just silly window dressing
So come on over, my friends, believe me, my place is in no way stressing
In fact, laughter floats in my muddle like bubbles effervesce-ing
We dance all day long with dust motes ~ my definition of joy and true success-ing.
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Malimar
My mind deforms in Malimar
Where people bathe in caviar!
I bow to Runt, the three eyed Tsar
Inhaling hash from her cigar.
The kiss of lovely Princess Mars,
Who speaks in tongues at seminars,
Burns red within the Blue Boudoirs -
I writhe beneath her pink peignoir.
Her Maids tint lips with cinnabar,
Brew tea within a samovar
And stash their teeth within a jar -
I’m thirsting at the reservoir.
Her lawyers, draped in suits of tar,
(Disguised, they think, as John Agar)
Arraign me in their stares that mar -
I plea before the commissar.
Some shade their dreams with wooden char
At Princess’ neighbourhood bazaar,
While others keep their doors ajar -
I’m waiting for the Avatar.
Her merchants, painting pale hussars
On screens of broken VCR’s,
Are strumming strings on warped guitars -
I’m sailing ships to Zanzibar.
Her prophets always ride in cars,
That stop at each and every bar,
Won’t talk about such things bizarre -
I pass my pride for small pourboire.
When pink opossums come to spar,
They’re counted by the registrar,
Their tails of woe are scent afar -
I’m hanging from the handlebars.
While Princess conjures crude memoirs,
In never ending repertoires,
I always seem to think they’re ours -
That ‘hers’ and ‘mine’ are on a par
My mistress sometimes cuts a scar
While weaving me in webbed au revoirs -
I often wake to ask ‘who are
These gods that sail the distant stars?’
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Dwindling Away
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On final day
truth in display:
"Growth and Decay"
Going astray
cure fades away
too late to pray
Without delay
under its sway
the worms buffet
Vain D.N.A.
from our null clay
ashes in gray
I too have days of depression! : )
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Let it be
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World of Insanity
Cold war,main destiny,
Death is the symphony,
Blood shed and heroes be
Great men in history.
Mourn's drums in melody,
No peace for you and me.
If only it could be
not just a fantasy
lit candles by the sea
White flags of Victory
Nations in Harmony
One world,One family
the voice of let it be.
I was inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's last contest,a Monorhyme with a message,
I don't know if this poem passes as a Monorhyme.. I tried.. and the message is for peace..
Inspired by the BEATLES song too..Let it be... One of my favourite songs.. Charma
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Color Me Blue
Color me blue
As I think of you
A love once true
Has lost its radiant hue
Tomorrow I begin anew
How? I haven't a clue
A love once true
Has now faded blue
Where is the joy we knew
Happiness that grew
A love once true
It's gone; it flew
I know we're through
All around I see blue
A love once true
Leaves me longing for you
Wondering what I can do
No more to pursue
A love once true
Has left me so blue
I eat my words, I chew
Taste like a worn shoe
A love once true
Has gone askew
Did I misconstrue
I strove to continue
A love once true
Until you withdrew
Color me blue
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Greatest Transport
I like to be somewhere were I can't be traced
I world of magic or stuck in the replay of my outtakes
A thousand pictures saved and phrases enjoyed take place
I could be a mystical being or an animal having race
I could be a goddess, or remembering when I ate Daddy's plate
Pretending I'm kissing a movie star or the kisses of my love; can't replace
O yes, my funnest and greatest transportation, are the ones that my mind would make.
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Cleaning Solution
Sticky smears on the table top.
on the couch spilled soda pop
one chewed up shoe and one flip-flop
I’m doomed to clean this mess non-stop
Greasy dog bones gone astray
found buried in the rug today
the hamster made a getaway
where he’s gone it’s hard to say.
The shower drain is plugged, I swear
the tub has grout and needs repair
dirty laundry everywhere.
it really is a mess out there.
Under beds dust bunnies show
all closets are on overflow
the fridge is packed with things that grow
dishes clog the sink, I know.
Spaghetti sauce dumped on the floor
12 eggs broke, need I say more
fingerprints on every door
this place, a never-ending chore
Just when I think things can’t get worse
the leaking fish tank cracked and burst
40 gallons was dispersed
I think this house is cursed.
In every corner, ledge and groove
dirt and grim must be removed
there’s one solution I approve
pack your things, we’re going to move!
Liz Relly – 3/06/2012
“Cobwebs and Dust” Contest (new start)
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Stardom
Those who live in the bright spotlight of fame
Soon grow weary of critical acclaim
As targets for media seeking to shame
Their stardom goes nova in a burnt out flame
*Entry for Brian Strand’s contest
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