With parasol she parasailed
graceful through the air
From an angels’ cove she came
to answer children's prayers
A genie’s wish in fairy form
wish-ballons her fare
Mary Poppins, beloved by all
magic masked in child-care
Lets be frank' who would want to de-bank?
It seems like communisam.?
Not just an odd buisniss schsim'
Theres no balance of books? At first and
Second last looks.' Theres big payouts
On ideas' and moves on genders, its really
Ballons flags and suspenders, what return
Is envusaged? As society is ravaged.'
Is there ground for class actions, against
Legal infractions? Is a bearer not promised
To be paid, to be honest ' as we note this
Reality, we observe rampant insanity a rejection
Of reason, a late summer madness amidst a
Lowering of ammounts? taken in or out of accounts!
Yet inflation considered shoud not rationality
Be delivered, good service for custom, not fabrication
And bunkum.! Is the free market not told us? in
The world vision, and action thats always sold us'
A value a co-hesion for world benefit its ever reasoned
Is this its reflection? There must be collective
Rejection!
Balloons Geese Parks
David J Walker
The man in the park
With balloons for sale
Dreams are a penny a piece
Balloons float away said Daddy that day
Shall we give one to the Geese
Shall we send a prayer
Into the air
Shall we thank them for their song
Shall we watch for flight
In the mornings light
Shall we cheer them
and steer them along
Shall we sit for a while
And watch and smile
As balloons and geese
Fly away
Shall we pay a penny
And hope that many
Will return for their
Annual stay
The man in the park
With balloons for sale
His dreams are a penny apiece
Bourn by the breeze
And over the trees
Beautiful dreams released
big ballons are afraid most from the small needles
a nail destroy a wall
willingly go longer fears the
evokes the nightmares of the sweetest sleep
something not seen in retrospect to see the fog
A field with grass and flowers
Two trees full bloomed with leaves
There is a large wooden fence
The sky is a pale blue colour
With patches of white clouds
On the field is a little girl
She holds four colourful ballons
Slowly she lets go of them
Watching them float upwards
She smiles as she sets them free
Terrace
overlooking
ripening fields
waves of golden
dancing wheat
poppy red cheeks
beauty bread mix
sloping down
to azurin sea
veil of stars
meeting horizon
autumn colored
satin lit
splendor of sun
lowering lid
on roses and lilies
retiring to sleep
points of lights
in darkness glide
fishermen catch
to home arrive
blue red flowers
in chocolate wine
time to uncork
bubbling wine
fire of violets
silvery sparks
foiled gold hearts
fireflies' lights
one happy year
of love
gone by
another
to love you
even more
coming
purple ballons
floating with white
leaving hands
coloring night
laughter of friends
romancing tune
under a tent
of flickers
and moon
like dew drop
in memory box
gifts of joy
that vanish
forgotten
sighing for love
to return
and re-sparkle.
Second Place Winner-Brian Strand-Your ChoiceG-4/1/25
Hey baby, wasn't it delightful the smell of lilacs
Their aroma even now as we lie pitch black room
Witnessing slight breeze, their dancing colours tack
Their life so rainbow gracing blooms
Such is they that they remind me, Dessert tasted
It's a memory you have, that's shared taste buds us
Ice cream scoop ballons in melt, mmm, never wasted
As we lie again pitch black room, in discuss
Soon baby us, a secret box revealed to the world
Your favourite flower caressed blessed to seed
It's now just over a year, it's time to be unfurled
A plane ticket for us both, loves decreed
Written December 18th, 2015
Sometimes we say things and hope God would do the opposite
Sometimes we say things out of anger
Sometimes we lost it and completely lost our head
But can we push God away?
The answer is no
God is not someone you can dictate
Who would take your order and run when you tell Him to
He is an independent, supreme God
He issues orders and not taking one
He chelates and not renegades
He balks and not chocks
He runs with you and not against you
He withholds for your own good and not ballons you to your own merrification
He believes and not relieves
He commits and not bequeaths
So let it be known
He is not someone you can play with
defeat, or degrade
He is a God of His own
You cannot belittle Him and not suffer consequences
He deserves utmost adoration
If you can't say anything nice, don't say it at all
Or you will have wraths on your head
And what are you gonna do?
So let it be known, respect and perplexed
That's what He wants you to do
Don't cause a scene, would ya?
There once was a man who ate nothing but prunes
He was broke and howled at the moon
He was desperate for work
And got some soon
Blowing up air ballons.
There was a man from pakistan
Who owned an old ice cream van
But the ice cream melted in the sun
Poor man
And now he sells burgers in a bun.
There was an elephant called peek a boo
Who escaped from a zoo
It didn't take long to trace him
Just am hour or two
They just followed a trail of giant poo.
There was a hedgehog who married a frog
They tried to mate but it hurt too much and fell of the log
So the hedgehog took off his pricly coat
And now they have seven little hedgefrogs
That live on a boat.
There was a bear who loved Fred Astaire
Who danced here and danced there
He stole clothes from a washing line
He looked a treat in ladies pink panties and tutu
Hey bear give them back there mine!.
Peter Dome. copyright.2014. Sept.
A cake with colourful candles
Decorated all around with ballons
Singing song of birthday
Blast of funs and tricks
Happy go arund everywhere
Surprise gifts from dear ones
Cheer of happiness on face
It’s your day on which you born
That’s a Birthday Blast
On collecting my grandson
i asked where he would like to go
he said " The park to feed the ducks, Grandad"
"the park it is " Ashton, i said.
Was a mere ten minute stroll, to our local park
sun shining down, clear blue sky
approaching the gates,was an ice cream van
walking towards the animalS, icelollys in hand
Ashton`s eyes lit up, with happiness, when he seen the animals
we had carrots,cabbabe and bread for their feed
knelt feeding the rabbits,through a meshed fence
onto the duck pond, a balloon seller filling with heleium
On the corner of the mass of green lush fields
children playing, ballons taking to the sky
multitude of colours,children crying
parents back to buy more.
Paul beadnall. For Francine Roberts .. Happiness is a balloon.
17/72011
Parents need to talk to children
like they would to a friend,
They should never feel ambivalent
that they would never comprehend,
They should emote and tell them
like it is,
Life is not a fantasy,
filled with ballons, ribbons and gifts,
There are evil humans in this world,
vices that could ruin their world,
Parents have to tell their children the
real deal,
even when it doesn't have mass
appeal,
It prepares them to fight fairly,
instead of living life gingerly,
Parents owe it to their kids
to be open,
It only helps with their copin'.......
It wa 5:56AM, when the sun...
Started to shine...
Making it's way threw the clouds...
Feeling like wow!!!
Wow, it's too early for this...
Ballons where filled w/love
Not air, becuase that wouldn't
be fair... To my dedication...
for this one man...
That made life worth living...
I'm giving our on your name...
Andrew, if you could see him
now... You'd be amazed...
Dazed by a precious gift...
Never mis-understood...
By natures' miracles...
Ballons were released...
Happy Birthday Brother...
from another mother...
Mothers', bring us closer...
Constanly over our shoulder
Even when times get colder...
Like it was @ Twin Peaks...
We all seeked a sun rise...
And the un rose...
When my sun rised!!!!
For my Extend Family
Emilio, Andre[bunk], Anthony[Tony], Ken & Kim...
I Love You Guys!!
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