Two Ditties
I Favour ‘Farewell’ Protest
I hate good-byes. Place your hand
There is nothing good across your face,
in them. with palm smothering
They are too permanent. your nose and mouth, and
Ominous par excellence. fingers bars across your eyes.
I said good-bye
to a friend once, You can almost hear
never saw him twice. your pulse protest:
“Can I live like this
No, there is nothing good forever?”
in a good-bye.
I favour
farewell.
I regret now having once thought
That each new morning fresh hope brought,
And keys were meant to open doors,
Bars on windows protect what's yours,
Steep walls were meant for privacy.
Now I see how wrong one can be!
As I await for my release,
I pray to God for inner peace.
(Honorable mention in Line Gauthier's Bite Size No 147 Contest)
The bars are barricade,
Fears echoing in deep solitary,
Hold your ground in life's parade,
Hide in isolation for this is history.
My tender throbbing heart loves hope,
But she's packed and leaving down the slope,
No one is asking her to stay,
Not even the pope for her did pray.
I watch the streetlights flicker low,
While silent prayers refuse to grow,
The windows rattle with the rain,
And every night feels just the same.
If hope should ever turn around,
I'll meet her where the lost are found,
Till then I'll guard this fragile light,
And write her name into the night.
sky is dark in the day,
light as shadows;
their invisible pull on
the girl falling pane;
black star beam
like Van Gogh striking
a frame, memories
clog fingerprints;
mad face of color;
on glass run ghosts,
window is looking in
Bars of rage by Adejola Joseph
Bars of rage
Angry
Very angry
What does anger bring?
City of destruction
Temple of anxiety
Anger is a boiling water
An H2SO4 acidic
Bars of rage
Anger.
I took my new friend from Mars,
to the store not to the bars.
He was accompanied by his little green dog,
many thought he was a funny looking frog.
They messed their little green suits,
so no more fresh fruits.
A diaper they will need,
so they can go home and be freed.
Paddy was a hit man
for the Irish Mob
hired to be slick
and do a whack job
but he didn't have the knack
or know the trick
without being caught
and put in the nick
behind bars
but not the sort one might think
where a few jars
may be bought and he did so love a drink
more than one too many
was his undoing
the cause of all
the troubles brewing
and with only one hit
it's really no wonder
he was fired from the gang
for a drunken blunder
as he couldn't quit the whiskey
be it bottle or a flagon
and ended up inside
not on the wagon
My eyes grow wet, and my heart is swollen as i follow the
Words Monica has just spoken.' She is going after that dirty
Dingo dan, genocidal doer of the culling plan.' A silent
Cheer fills me up.' My spiritsl now on fire 'cause our girl is tough'
An angry Aussie she will not be cowed.' A determined
Battler..Of who I'm proud; proud; proud.' She says that
Millions won't buy her off.' Yet there will be those (who doubt and scoff ) well i stand by her in poems and prayers.'
As she fights for all Aussies.' Man shes way out there.!!
Fighting for a country once the envy, of the western world..!
And it will be once more.! I SAY GET YOUR FLAGS UNFURLED!! You have just to stand.' Behind this slip of
A girl.' And rid yourself of the traitors.' Its time again for
Australia.. Now to stun this world.!!
Carl Edward Sagan
who thought he was a pagan
instead of hanging out in bars
he learned to study stars
Anger is masked by apathy,
Rivalry is a tragedy,
But the real enemy, so eerie,
Doesn’t stand in front of me.
“Where are you?”
I say it through,
I don’t have a clue,
So I pray for a few.
I’m left behind these bars,
Traveling through the stars,
Wish I could heal these scars,
But I’m left behind these bars.
Tony, Tony, look around,
Up against the wall, my fists I pound,
I’ve been lost and must be found,
The world seems six feet underground.
I’m left behind these bars,
There are endless jars,
They are my memoirs,
I’ve run out of cigars,
So I’ve been left behind these bars.
You know how certain songs can grab you
Once some notes are played?
Your ears perk up, you start to smile -
Attention must be paid!
When that occurs, your mind demands
You get to hear the rest
And if you can’t, you hum that tune
As if you are possessed.
This morning, someone passed me by
And from her ear buds came
Those seven most familiar notes
One musical can claim -
The opening of “Hamilton!”
And what a lovely perk
To listen to that upbeat score
While heading off to work.
Imagine sitting down and eating
chocolate bars with Glenn Hughes
Nothing could be sweeter
than this grand event
Think of all the bittersweet dialog
talking about lyrics for upcoming songs
and reflecting on his 50 years of music
Would there be nuts in your chocolate
and maybe dip them in a bit of honey
One can only dream of such circumstances
maybe a contest in order to make it come true
Anyway, I’m on my way to Wawa
to get chocolate bars
while my radio
is tuned to Glenn Hughes
As a gymnast with zestful glee
Going to and fro she likes to flee
Climbing up then down freely
Swinging herself wondrously
Showing off to pet monkey she does see on the tree.
With jubilant and vibrant spree
There she is, very mobile as she can be
Exercising faith* spiritedly and enthusiastically
Hopping with pull-ups, strengthening knee
Mimicking pet monkey, assisting her at the counts of one-two-three.
*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.
October 8, 2024
2nd place, "Just a Silly Little Poem 10 lines or less" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 10/12/2024
The girl on the monkey bars likes to bring joy
particularly to every young boy.
who shows up on the school playground.
As she hangs from the bars, the boys gather round
and stand underneath her. I bet you know why.
To look up her dress, the young boys try.
That girl on the monkey bars – I do declare -
some days, so naughty, wears no underwear.
The girl on the monkey bars
Looks like a boy from afar
Swaying up and down
Huge muscles on both arms.
Trying to imitate spiderman
Shifting from bar to bar to stun
To show her unique kind of sport
By dropping her loose shorts.
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