13
House I once lived in
Date I split my head open
Unlucky for me
Count bakers dozen
Age of entry puberty
Teenage joy and pain
Death card in Tarot
The start of new beginnings
Full moons in one year
Feminine and fair
Breaking of conventions chains
Taylor Swift’s songs
Fertility newborn babe
Rebellion against God
Nimrod’s futile pride
Good bad or ugly
A symbol of importance
The fickle thirteen
Tweety meets Sylvester's cross-eyed cousin
One who's close enough to be his kissin'
Tweety sort of gotten sick
Ma Goosey gave her Fave stick
Poor-cat be THE but* of Bakers Dozen
buttery croissant
salivate
dreaming of first bite
Written 10-09-2018 Contest: Bakers Dozen
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
By Bread alone, Man
Doth Not Live …
Faith … His Staff of Life
Entry in Bakers Dozen Contest
~ Maureen McGreavy
3/2/17
It either was or wasn't
Does or doesn't
Being drawn out or sudden
Involving switches or buttons
Near and far from fields with or without onions
Where it is scarce or abundant
From certain distances items enlarged or were seemingly shrunken
The softest and roughest
Weakest and toughest
Lots of changes or rather redundant
More than ready or reluctant
In easily accessible terrain or what is considered rugged
Objects rising up or sunken
Zero, one, a bakers dozen
And more or less than a hundred
Discontinued or still in production
Harmony or chaos and destruction
Having no strings or several like a puppet
Justice and corruption
Occuring through silence or discussion
Leaving others enthralled or disgusted
Across lands where some are free and others are locked in a dungeon
You better work towards somethin'
Regardless of if you currently have nothin'
By: Dalton Ogletree
quick gestures
times seem subdued
though somehow not alert
moments begin to intrude
captured by phrases
never seen abrasions
mute
intentions fade as time is payed
fools wage's are waisted pages
redundant as it seems
tongue will find means
as it wrestles with the ink
gives the mind time to blink
worth in word's bakers dozen
love and blood are second cousins
just another farce
wrote just this
side of th dark
..
.
Sanibel
island of brilliant shells
jewels like scattered love on the shore
Ancient gift
bestowed by ocean waves
young lovers seek treasures in the sand
Honeymoon
moonlit walks by the gulf
love endless like seashells at low tide
Daylight breaks
seashells kissed by the sun
glisten like stars in young lovers' eyes
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Honorable mention in Bakers Dozen Max 13 contest (Brian Strand)
I want to talk,
Talk it through,
Talk about me,
And talk about you.
Lately it's been hard,
All of your work,
And around the kids,
You're such a jerk.
Well it's not my fault,
You're the one who chose,
A bakers dozen,
Of kids, yes those.
How can i know,
The future Shane,
You haven't been,
Through the blood and the pain.
Hey, I've been working hard,
To keep our home,
We're nearly bankrupt,
And you know that dome,
That you bought for our dog,
I mean come on honey,
I work and i work,
But you spend all the money.
I don't care for this rubbish,
I care not for you,
Get out of my house,
And i'm keeping Lulu!
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