During National Poetry Month each year,
grand festivals are held throughout this land.
Excitement increases when time is near.
Variety is key. No event will be bland.
heartfelt
greeting
starts the
meeting
time is
fleeting
MC’s
leading
schedule
heeding
poets
sharing
deep thoughts
baring
scrumptious
dinners
contest
winners
speakers
first-rate
wise words
they state
short breaks
workshops
soon the
fun stops
all’s done
fest ends
homeward
each wends
April
next year
poets’
good cheer
will be
spreading
we’ll be
heading
to a
grand fête
that’s a
long wait!
The carnival came once a year.
My friends and I could hardly wait.
The lively music reached us long
before we ever reached the gate.
We’d pay our dollar to get in
and join in with the jostling throng.
Our laughter added to the noise--
that wild, discordant, happy “song.”
“Come win a goldfish—over here!”
“No thanks!” I held my money tight.
The Ferris Wheel and Tilt-a-Whirl
caused us to squeal with pure delight.
Now grandkids cheer from creaking rides,
the ones I fear I rode back in
the sixties! Now I cringe feet from
the grinding gears. The screeching fades
and they emerge. We make our way
around the fair. I hear a shout:
“Win goldfish. It’s your lucky night!”
I say, “No thanks” because I doubt
it is. The fair in some respects
is as it was when I was ten—
the jolly music and the maze
of noisy rides and people. When
the youngsters’ grand experience
has ended, I’ll go home and lie
in bed and think of just how fast
those childhood pleasures pass us by.
May your annual commemoration
of the winter solstice
with one of the Earth's poles
at its maximum tilt from the sun
be abundant with innumerable manifestations
of felicity friends good food and fun
and may the next full circuit
of the ecliptic engender
a propensity toward
bestowing plenteousness too
and may unparalleled prosperity
be forthcoming
and settle like snowflakes
gently upon you
New beginnings, a year freshly spun,
Incredible joy where laughter has run,
Cherished moments like stars in the night,
Outstanding spirit shining so bright,
Love and warm wishes taking their stand,
Everything happy held in your hand.
All of our hearts with happiness filled,
Now celebrate you, our spirits are thrilled,
Never lose how love for you is fulfilled.
©bfa032225
(Birthday of Nicole Ann Quintos)
How many seasons
can Spring weather imitate
in a single day?
The world of insects is adither and abuzz
About the biggest party bash that ever was.
Their favorite time is near,
It comes just once a year,
The Annual Ugly Bug Ball.
Caterpillars, centipedes, and honeybees
Are sprucing up and rubbing rouge upon their knees.
Their costumes are brand new,
And soon they're going to
The Annual Ugly Bug Ball.
Moths and butterflies are practicing their dips,
The Arachnida are limbering up their hips,
And ants who love to dance
Hope they'll find romance
At this year's Ugly Bug Ball.
Both the mantises are planning to be there,
Such an elegant, sophisticated pair.
The husband is ideal
As dancing partner and a meal.
One mating tango, though, and he'll have done his share.
When the time comes they'll start streaming toward the hall,
Some will flutter, others scurry, creep, or crawl.
They'll frolic until break of day
To music the cicadas play
At the Annual Ugly Bug Ball.
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
the annual fluffy Christmas dance is about to begin
We sat ourselves down next to my cousin Finn
Shhh! He said, pointing to the Christmas tree.
Be quiet if you are going to sit next to me.
So I moved away next to my Aunt Jennie.
Hey! She said. Tonight’s cat’s name is Winnie.
Winnie came out and took a bow.
We all clapped marvelously, even Uncle Pow.
The cat curtsied, twirled, and did a flip in the air.
Landing in Grandma’s tree. Grandpa said “we don’t care”.
She came out wearing a string of lights all over her bod.
She is so much fun! Yelled my silly Auntie Maud.
“Be quiet! “ Finn yelled. “All of you!”
He is always in a bad mood, determined to be blue.
I felt sorry for Winnie having to live with him.
He is never any fun, my mean cousin, Finn.
It's happened again, dammit
And try as I might
Spring cleaning's an urge
I just cannot fight
I need a remedy NOW
For this kind of addiction
As I'm down on my knees
Scrubbing the kitchen
It's a terrible affliction
An absolute blight
I started at dawn
Now it's late in the night
The days been a blur
A whirlwind of cleaning
A hysterical enthusiasm
Untempered by reasoning
But when it's all done and dusted
And (temporarily) neat as a pin
I'll be pleased I gave into the urge
And sit down with a gin
If ever words fall on deaf EARS
If ever FACE is washed with tears
If ever VOICE is expressing fears
Let now my EARS,my FACE my VOICE
still make Jesus their choice.
Form-Inspired by George Herbert's quintain in this style
Not one co-worker understood why I gave an emphatic no
To the annual office Christmas party, without a ho ho ho
They tried to cajole me or coax me to change my mind.
But I know our employer, she is a diabolical kind.
Apparently she put truth serum into the punch before guests came.
They were telling all of their secrets without guilt or shame.
Several got fired right afterwards, for lying on their apps.
I felt pretty good that I stayed home and took two glorious naps.
I still have my job, but am looking for a better place now.
For I would like to attend a Christmas party, that is a wow.
A place I could dress up, and might feel safe and warm.
To share a confidence or a tidbit without fear of harm.
the annual fluffy Christmas dance is about to begin
We sat ourselves down next to my cousin Finn
Shhh! He said, pointing to the Christmas tree.
Be quiet if you are going to sit next to me.
So I moved away next to my Aunt Jennie.
Hey! She said. Tonight’s cat’s name is Winnie.
Winnie came out and took a bow.
We all clapped marvelously, even Uncle Pow.
The cat curtsied, twirled, and did a flip in the air.
Landing in Grandma’s tree. Grandpa said “we don’t care”.
She came out wearing a string of lights all over her bod.
She is so much fun! Yelled my silly Auntie Maud.
“Be quiet! “ Finn yelled. “All of you!”
He is always in a bad mood, determined to be blue.
I felt sorry for Winnie having to live with him.
He is never any fun, my mean cousin, Finn.
The annual church picnic is fun for the congregation for sure.
Grams says the conversation is abnormally delicate and demure.
There are thugs, known criminals, and thieves, I can assure.
But we try to pretend it is not so, said my cousin sweet Burr.
Many uppity muppities try to get you to join, to reassure.
That they have a ticket to heaven on the hems of Ms. Curr.
She is the one who insists she has paved the way for sure.
I run from her because when we scrap, she pulls out my fur.
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