it all seemed bazaar to me;
that Santa wore a thick fur lined coat,
but our sun gave off a blistering heat.
xmas characters wore overcoats, beanies and gloves,
but I was wearing shorts, T-shirt and thongs.
ice and thick snow covered the festive ground,
but I looked upon a dry ground covered in dust.
sky`s were cloudy, grey with no shining sun.
but I stood under blue sky with a blazing sun.
they slid over freezing snow and ice
I was cooling off in the deep blue sea.
The season’s trees were lush and green.
but the trees I saw were dry and brown.
when they were out looking for reindeers,
I had to look out for slithering snakes.
they placed the yuletide log to the open fire,
I turned on the air-conditioner way up to high.
people drank steaming cups of egg-nog,
but I was adding ice to my soft drinks.
even though the temperature was over 30 degrees,
we still had that hot, cooked lunch.
Finished off with warm pudding and hot custard.
Categories:
beanies, christmas,
Form: Couplet
Uncle Timmy has made himself a beanie baby chair.
This whisper floated out into the August air.
We did not know what it meant until we saw what he had done.
He was wearing a gigantic smile, like a powerhouse sun.
Uncle Timmy! Uncle Timmy! We kids yelled, all excited
One thing we did for sure, we stayed together, united.
He refused to let anyone else sit in his chair that day.
He was rocking with his beanies, full of marvelous sway.
Categories:
beanies, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Still clear and sunlit
are the tanned, weathered faces
of the fisherman,
their bloodshot eyes,
beanies and checkered shirts,
how they
stood hip deep
in their boats
looking up at a gathered crowd,
the fish arrayed in neat rows
with glistening scales,
caressed, turned
and splashed with seawater
by reverent hands,
translucent mops
of squid and trays
of crabs whose tormented
writhings rippled beneath
blankets of wet
hessian bags.
I can hear accented
voices yelling out prices
and frenzied seagulls overhead,
a haze of smells
and noise jostling
in a silvered morning,
when all was spliced
and wound into a bright
necklace of wire
from which a dozen
or more fish hung
to carry home,
a ring of “tommy ruffs”
fit for the pan or to smoke
in an old tea chest
until they became
a sweaty glaze
of amber flesh,
a filet of sunlight
and good to eat.
Categories:
beanies, fish, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
there's a bloke in this cafe wearing a cape
a macabre, satiny number
who does he think he is?
no one brings it up?
this clobber
this kind of attire
who wears 'em?
the neanderthals?
wolverines with thick fur
sewing tools around the campfire
a fifty-thousand year old siberian needle
for hoodies and beanies
the man of steel used to be evil
perhaps like this fella with his cappuccino
i tried power posing
in front of the mirror
i wore superman t-shirts
when sitting my a-levels
i wore a white lab coat
for my biology gcse test
no cigar
Categories:
beanies, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
She would not understand specificity
If it bit her in the ****,
If it smacked her in the eye, or if it
Rolled her around in a bed.
“All green-eyed people have fat legs,” she says.
What about her? I ask.
“She is the exception,” she states, generalizing everyone.
“All caramel haired people wear beanies.”
What about that one? I point out.
“His must have blown off.”
She would not understand specificity
If it struck her cheek,
or double cheeks,
or ran over her foot in a car.
“All size 9 people wear open-toed shoes.”
Even in the winter? I ask.
“Especially in the winter,” she explains.
Has generalizing people ever worked for you? I ask snottily.
“Of course,” she replies. “I am a people expert.”
Specificity, a words she will never learn or fully-know.
Written: 4-27-2019
Contest: Specificity
Sheri Fresonke Harper
Categories:
beanies, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse
Just Remembering
In a corner in her garden, sun hat leaning,
Traffic white noise backgrounded,
Sara dozes and dreams of life long ago
When she was young, so young.
She is dancing the jitterbug, Glenn Miller playing,
Baby sister peeking through French doors,
And then she has a flash of Mother cooking,
Boiling water for tea in a blue galvanized pan.
In her reverie she recalls broomstick skirts,
Saddle oxfords and beanies, and then
“Ma Perkins,” and “Stella Dallas” and “The Shadow knows,”
At night on a veneered radio.
There were “Fireside Chats” comforting from the President,
“Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree,” and that Harbor of Pearl,
Nickel song sheets to sing by, a piano player in the dime store,
Cotton and wool for home-sewn clothes, nothing more.
Picture shows for “necking” on the very back row;
Betty Davis, Peter Lorre and Greenstreet,
Love glances to the grocery store boy,
Ten cents for bread the excuse.
Stars were brighter then, days were sunny, too
Hope lived eternal “in that human breast”
Where now a breeze blows ‘cross wrinkled old cheeks,
And she rests, rests, rests.
Categories:
beanies, high school, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
9/8/16
Are you a Mac user or PC?
Do you prefer Justin's or Reese's?
A few times, I saw the movie "E.T."
And I once slept in a teepee
Shouldn't be sleazy
Or greedy
Got to get after it daily, weekly
Monthly and yearly, routinely
You can wish for a lamborghini
But you got to work smart and hard for it, instead of hoping to find a genie
I wore a lot of hoodies and beanies
And scaled many hills and mountains freely
Didn't always eat my wheaties
Just some smoke, alcohol and food that was greasy
Naively
Spent most of the cheese I made rather briefly
Realize, you can't expect any freebie
Or it all to be easy
That's just foolish, whether or not you ever believe me
Don't make an fool of yourself and assume
Anything underneath the sun and moon
That just may lead to your own doom
One day I'm going to visit Fiji
With my lady wearing a pink bikini
As we kick back with our own martinis
Could go on about drinks and food, like kiwis
Sweet Tea
And fettucine
Alfredo with roasted zucchini
But I'd rather spare you that completley
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
beanies, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
As I walk along the footpath
The ice cracks under my sole
The windchill cools the ears
And reddens up my nose.
The Winter Sun looks warm
But passers by just moan
As I enjoy the freshness
And view of shining snow.
The winter solstice approaches
Means Christmas lights to come
Against the constant darkness
And smiling Christmas fun.
Coats and gloves and beanies
Keep the body warm
Prolific defence available
Protects from winter storms.
Many regret December
And it's weather that is sent
But life's just a different colour
In the winter of content.
Categories:
beanies, life,
Form: Free verse
Headed for Mexico with his suitcase and a ton of beanies was my 16 year old son
He joined his youth group for the adventure of a life time
Dozens of orphans and a handful of exhausted workers met them at the orphanage
Just waiting for an infusion of new energy
They came with the gospel of Jesus Christ and they came with rejuvenating smiles
They came with bubble gum and bright colored soccer balls
Jesus would have come in the same fashion
Showing the orphans how loved they are
And spilling his heart out at the end of a long day of games
He would preach a kid-friendly Sermon on the Mount
And then sit and watch cartoons with them
This is how to show love
This is how you serve your God
Give ‘em everything you’ve got
Til you can’t keep your eyes open at the end of the day
I hope my son goes back there again one day and shares his heart with them
The ones that were there when he was there are all grown now
There is a new bunch of orphans with a new set of hearts to be won
He served them well
By Gwendolen Rix
10-11-14
Categories:
beanies, blessing, children, encouraging, hero,
Form: Prose