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Brody

Brody

I bought two new books for you today my sweet boy.
The Wizard of Oz and the Jungle book should bring joy.

I'm very proud of how wonderfully you read.
As an English scholar, I know you will succeed.

I see your picture in the morning when I rise
As I observe your dark hair and sparkling brown eyes

The thought and sight of you really makes me smile,
Although, when I saw you last, it's been quite a while.

I miss watching you laugh and play riding your bike.
I love photos sent of you and Dad on that hike.

You love to have fun in the sun I know, I know...
You race and ride that ATV just like a pro.

Your mommy sends me sweet pictures which makes my day
I would love to find a letter from you today.

You look so dashing in your boy scout livery
With badges bravely sought and won with chivalry.

Your Kung fu lessons have trained mind and body well
I'm proud of you my dear grandson and I can tell

The kind of compassionate soul you will one day be.
I pray to God you will be blessed eternally.

Sometimes tears fall because you live so far away
I long for your kisses and hugs most everyday.

Please don't ever forget how much your Gram loves you.
You have my heart, and with your smile I can't feel blue.

4-9-18
© Connie Marcum Wong

-Poem of the day April 11, 2018~

5th place in Emile Pinet's Non-Romantic Love Contest



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2018


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He Was Once a Politician

That's not my elephant! my father said to me
Mine is pink with wings, funnily, he likes to eat spaghetti
I think I'll call him Ella, named after a girl I knew
We danced at the 2nd graders ball, her dress was so see through

My father was once a politician, until his marbles began to set
I visit him as often as I can, introducing as if we'd just met
But somewhere in his confusion, he can recite The Bill of Rights
And once he does he smiles, to me he can still delight

As I turn to leave, to wave goodbye, in his eyes I see a tear
Still reciting The Bill of Rights, smiling from ear to ear
With Ella from the 2nd graders, he smiles in self triumphant
As he points towards the window, it's not pink, that's not my elephant!



Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010


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I Was A Sitting Duck

I was a sitting duck when the tide came in.
No idea it would go past my chin.
I struggled and I flopped.
I bucked and I hopped.
It took me way out to sea.
I went under quickly, poor little me.

But a dolphin came along and gave me a push.
That old water threw me up in a whoosh.
I found myself all safe and sound.
To say thanks I looked all around.
But the dolphin was gone with a flip and a wink,
And I resumed washing dishes in our old kitchen sink.


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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I Had An Alien For Two Weeks

I had an alien for two weeks before I realized how unusual she was.
I wish I could be a mouse in the corner, I had said, and I was.
My alien gave me a cracker, patted me on the head, and reminded me
Once again, how important it is to keep her earth-visit quiet from the masses.

I nibbled on the cracker nervously, wondering how long I would be stuck
Wearing this smelly fur suit, dragging this ugly super long tail?
Praying that Shark, my killer cat was out hunting somewhere else.
Poof! I was back in my normal body. 

What other talents do you have? I asked my alien friend.
Not in words because aliens from the two-galaxies-over talk in thoughts.
I am a tripartite, she tele-pathed to me.  
What’s that?

Her body immediately transmogrified into three separate, untouching-pieces.
Before I could close my shocked wide-open mouth, she had transmuted back into one complete alien.
Can you disappear? I asked her.
That was the last I ever saw of her.

Some days, however, I feel that she is here, invisible, watching me, 
On those days, I wonder if I am going to find
Myself munching on a cracker.



Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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My crazy creatures

MY CRAZY CREATURES

This rhyme's about creatures of various sorts.
Creatures with fangs, hairy bellies and warts.
They cause lots of mischief all day long.
Mum always blames me but I’ve done nothing wrong. 
These creatures are crazy. They’re not what you'd think.
Turn over the page. Find out more in a blink...

The first is Belcher. He really does stink.
He lives in the toilet and plays in the sink.
He likes to be naughty when nobody's in.
He cannot be found when you're searching for him.
Dad always moans when he sees all the stains.  
I tell him it’s Belcher, “He’s done it again!” 

Two thinks that she’s pretty, but really she’s not.
She has warts on her face and is covered in spots.
She has a big bottom and six hairy feet.
Her name is Ghastly. She’s really not sweet.
She steals mum’s lipstick and paints her mouth red.
She tries on her dresses, throwing clothes on the bed.
As soon as mum enters she’s so quick to flee.
I guess that’s why my mum always blames me.

Number three is so quiet but I know that he’s there.
He smudges my face and puts glue in my hair.
I call him Hush Monster as he follows me round,
Putting mud on my clothes without making a sound.
I aim for the paper but the pen marks my face.
Mum looks at me glumly, "You're such a disgrace."
I try to tell her that it just wasn't me.
"It was Hush monster, Mummy. Why can't you see?"

The worst of them all is a creature called Doom.
I'm always in trouble when he's in the room.
He often burps loudly when we're eating our food.
Mum frowns with disgust. "Now, don't be so rude!"
He cackles with laughter whilst spilling my drink.
"Be careful," shouts dad. "Don't you ever think?"
You may well wonder why he's never been caught.
Well…he's the size of a pea and he’s very well taught.
He rolls under the sofa after doing things bad,
And I look to my parents who seem really mad.

These crazy creatures I like the best.
I’m glad I could share them with you and the rest.
Belcher, Ghastly and a monster called Hush,
Then don't forget Doom. They all make me blush.
They live in my house and like to cause bother,
Driving everyone mad, especially my mother.
They’re experts in mischief. They get me in trouble.
Now I’ll tell you a secret that may burst your bubble.
Whilst these creatures are crazy it has to be said, 
They don’t really exist, “They’re all in my head!”


Copyright © Andrew Pollard | Year Posted 2018


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DeBaRk

Art is a form of the universe
Miss guided bends over seeking lost maps
Only to pick up stabbed hearts

Praising soldiers of the sword
Mocking nurses, how absurd?
A tear for those so brutally hurt

They bark and bark, stop barking!!
Truth will always climb the mountain
One plus one plus one plus one

My math adds up to this
I am Art
Minus those who chose only to bark

I am Bansky I am Art




Note: Always subtract the negative


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2018


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Farm Sense

Shotgun shells, fireworks, an empty casing,
Burnt gunpowder sensed with imagined smell,
Bring a smile as the mind begins onward racing,
Of times past and grand stories to retell,
Hunts to remember; 4th of Julys raising hell.

Even the repugnant is remembered with glee,
Fresh swine manure upon beds of loose straw,
Time on the farm, a boy’s life lived carefree,
Fishing, hunting, and building with grandpa,
Learning gun safety and how to hammer and saw.

A favorite to this day is corn cut fresh,
Dust in the air with stalked rows piled,
Behind the red tractor and an 8 row thresh.
Memories overflow of that innocent child
Of the fun that was had, a boy in the wild. 


Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2018


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My hearts love

My wish is that you are my heart's love.
My happiness is only from your happiness.
More than you and no longer I love someone.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.

I love you,I will go from this world.
As long as i will live sweetheart,I will love you.
My life is all over now,it is only for you.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.

My heart is my pain,you know it.
The thread of my breath's necklace is tangent to you.
Relationship is like this,whose rupture is not approved by 
I will settle for you in my breath.
Without you,I will live a moment now.
I have strong sense of you.
You are my comfort to the eyes.
I have won by seeing you and this is my job now.
No more than you and no one is my wish now.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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A Simple Hamburger If You Please

Sure.
Ketchup.
Pickle
Horseradish too.

Mayo 
Lettuce?
That’s up to you.

Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?

A touch of butter
A slab of bacon.

Please put them on 
If mine you’re making.

Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?



Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Say it

You knew
He liked you,
He expressed
But never said.

On social media
He followed,
Every picture was saved
that you upload.

He practiced a lot
for final meet,
So, that he could make you listen
his heart beat.

He trapped by his own
stupid dual thoughts,
Risk of loosing you as a friend
motivated him, not to propose.

Unspoken words,
would be better to say,
Otherwise, it will be,
too late........


Copyright © Trittya Yelane | Year Posted 2018


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Love is a bond

Love is the confluence of two peoples,
this bond is of two relationships,
one is way and one is the destination.
One of the hearts of both heart beats.
This is the bond of all their births.
Love is the confluence of two peoples,


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Land of Dreams

Land of Dreams 
Candy-colored beams 
Tree streams of Yellow Lemon Dew Drops

Red, Green and Blue Gumballs Cars

The path to Rainbow City covered with Peppermint Boat Docks

Sugar Cane Boats floating thru a Chocolate covered River

All sorts of Colored Coded Candy, that is sure to please

A little boy and little girls wish would sure to have a Candy Land Adventure in the 
Land of Dreams


Copyright © Migdalia Torres | Year Posted 2018


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Cat Ninette

Cat
Kitty
Licking now
Hairball. Hairball.
Move Yourself Quickly
Foul thing comes out.
Disgusting
Hairball.
Cat


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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The Night I Met Santa's Reindeer

Sit with me by the fireplace…
I have a story to tell….
Of when I met all of Santa’s reindeer,
And I got to know them well.
Dasher was the social one,
The fastest of the herd.
He loved to party, all day and night.
That’s his statement, word for word.
Dancer had great dance moves,
And loved a celebration.
But what made him stand out, you ask?
His amazing hand-eye-foot coordination.
Prancer loved to bake,
You’d never see him with a frown,
And his favorite Christmas song?
“Santa Claus Is Comin’ to Town”
Vixen was gifted at magic tricks,
And loved being the center of attention,
But he often ran late….
A flaw, he forgot to mention.
Comet was laid back,
And incredibly smart….
Always willing to lend a helping hand.
This reindeer has a big heart!
Cupid was so precious…
Didn’t like when her friends were sad,
She would sing “Joy to The World” several times,
Just to make the others mad!
Donner loved to sing,
He had an amazing voice.
For him to have all the ladies’ screaming….
“Santa Baby” was his choice.
Blitzen enjoyed Christmas movies,
In his spare time,
And you could catch him on stage with Donner,
As the two sang joyous rhymes.
And then, there’s Rudolph….
Well, you already know about him.
He was the one with the red nose,
And if you ever saw it….
Even you would say it glows.
So that’s my story of how I met them all,
Such a loving and humble bunch.
Oh, no! Good grief, I must go now!
They promised to take me to lunch!


Copyright © Ian Milligan | Year Posted 2018


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Magical Faerie Water Fall

A magical feeling unknown anywhere else lingered at the faerie waterfall
This was the gentle resting place of all worn-out muses and elves, after all
A mystical silence filtered over each caregiver, lingering over each rose in bloom
King and Queen Council had ruled no interlopers ever, could enter this sacred place
This astral valley and heavenly meadow full of strawberries was given to them by God’s good grace.
Summer day break was lighting up the valley by the warm happy shine of a shimmery white moon
Day young, the caregiving faeries flitted around excitedly, knowing the day was full of potential.
Hope, love, compassion and good spirited fun here was terminally quintessential
As new souls were brought here to nourish and love fully, before they entered mother’s womb.
Everything at Faerie Valley was orchestrated, to be heavenly-inspired, helpful and tender sweet.
Dream-state-magic, giving the waiting families and neonates a dream-state place to meet
When the birthing day arrives, there is a lot less surprise, and jubilant rejoicing from the womb.
Hark! What is that I hear? It is faerie flutist’s sweet note music, calling us to listen to love’s call.
A baby is being born, this one with those enormous brown eyes, the one whose last name will be Hall.
Whisked away, leaving a trail of marigolds, and yellow buttercups, in a methodical magical state of faerie zoom,
We reach the hospital in the nick of time, and deliver our pretty babe, to parents who are pining.
When we newly-deigned stork magicians float back to the faerie waterfall, every elf and nymph is shining.
A leprechaun musician known by all us first week’s elves as Lars congratulates us, one and all.
Did you get a birth announcement? He asks, but we are shocked, not knowing it was essential.
Faerie Queen said it is a bit of a tradition, but you are new, so this time it is not quintessential.
The parents were so excited to wrap the baby up, count his toes, and listen to his baby heartbeat.
We newbies felt happy, excited, enthusiastically crazy about our job, and sixteen inches tall.
Glad to be a part of this excitement, they allowed us a dip our toes into the secret faerie waterfall.
There was a celebratory banquet with goodies in the Hand Maiden’s Reception Hall.
We were both talking about the delivery over and over, completely over the moon.
Next time, get the birth announcement the queen said, so it was important after all.



Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Gods moral obligation

I may question your beliefs 
but my standard is not my own 

I can not trust my thoughts 
because my thoughts are not yet grown 

My moral compass points to me 
and I realise this truth 

but you fail to realise you 
also subjectivize yours too 

and everytime you violate the 
thoughts within your mind 

you may take two steps forward 
but it still sets you back in time 

what may be true for you may not be true for me 
living in expression is not a certainty 

theres a difference between intention and living necessity 
one exists by virtue the other sets you free 

sincerity doesnt determine truth its a mere way to abscond 
morality is coherence a truthful way to correspond 

when you rise above the chains of predetermination 
freewill then takes its place as Gods moral obligation


Copyright © john castro | Year Posted 2018


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Cousin Bell

Cousin Bell moved into a maisonette,
Was promptly told she could not have a pet
Not a cat or dog
Not a fish or frog
What about a gorilla she just met?



Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Can A Dragon Be A Friend

Fiction? Fantasy?
True or make-believe?
Use the fear of men
Throw in a princess
Dragon adventure

Horrible thing
Where is a knight?
Where is his sword?
They are brutal

Fierce and proud
Smoky, loud
Lonely, sad?

A pet?
A friend?

Smoke?


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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My Little Green Lizard

Today I caught a little green lizard
He was the best one I have ever seen.
I caught him in my lizard-catching net,
He was poised, confident, polite and clean.

His vocabulary was amazing.
He used words like falcon, asinine, and verbose.
His manners were impeccable,
They would astound you coast-to-coast.

His stories caught us by our guts,
And threw our feelings in the air,
They made us laugh and chuckle
Brother Lee fell off his chair.

Tomorrow I will get him licensed,
Purchase him a red-silk-lined top hat and cape,
I will get him certified and tattooed,
The best pet I have had since Homer, my pet ape.

Today I caught a little green lizard,
I will enjoy his exotic stories day by day,
Having a pet is expensive, and wearing,
But worth it in every kind of way.




Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Cat Nip Addict


catnip
cat addict
marijuana
cat resembles vampire
catnip



Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Mistake Made Right

Some get things right the first time.
Most of us do not.
Mistake. Mistake.
A rubber cake.
Okay, it is not edible, but if we roll it into balls, can we bounce it?
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
What did you do wrong? My mother asks me.
If I knew that, I would be able to make a fortune.
Nine bouncy balls out of a cake mix.
Imagine how smart that is.
Mistakes can be wonderful!
My friends and I follow my cake down the sidewalk,
Not eating it. 
But enjoying
it
with
a
real
fondness


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Please Officer

The egg came and grabbed me, out of bed.
Shook me awake, smacked my sweet head.
Demanded to know what I had seen.
I plead the fifth, afraid of his mean.

I acted innocent, but it did not convince.
He batted me a bunch, made me wince.
So I am here officer, to simply plead and beg.
I need some back up, to get rid of this egg.

The seasoned officer sat back in his chair,
Lit a cigar, acted like he did not even care.
Aren’t you the same one? He finally asked.
Who wanted us to arrest a balloon in the past?


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Ireti

i dip my pen into the ocean of helpless
fluids searching for hopeful cravings
and my blood has rippled in a thousand torrents of expectations...

but do you know that my lungs has torn,shattered and broken on pieced streets and pierced boulevards?

know that i need need not be merged together for i am a victim,curdled on the back of expectations...

you are the lost garment i search for in the holes of a torn garment, do you know how your thoughts reverberates in the hall of my mind ?

ireti,what is the spirit that dwells in you?
tell me your backbone and its custodian..

you break the rocking of my bone and paralyse the swiftness it curdles and wait..you turn my head down on the tongues of hard rocks...

ireti..i am broken

see me emerse my thoughts in the flowing waters of wisdom our fathers hold
and i hold myself with twines of hope weaved by tender tailors with soft hands behind the hopeless garments of expectations...

i am broken...not beyond repair
for i am a victim curdled on the backs of expectations


Copyright © Moyorisolaoluwa Ad | Year Posted 2018


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Owned By A Dog

If you have never been owned by a dog,
you maybe do not know this, but there
is no one more wiggly and giggly and in 
your lap faster than a dog

You can push her away, and scold her,
spray water all over her, and she will
joyously jump all over you, rubbing her
buttocks and fur in every pore of your 
being no matter what you do to dissuade
her.

She will puppy pile you, until you know
that you have been puppy-piled. Nothing
better in the whole world until you get a 
grandchild. But they do not replace a
dog, because their selfish parents insist
on taking them home.


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Being Not Nice

He was old, so I ignored him.

She looked mean, so I ignored her.

They looked scary, so I pretended they were invisible.

Not as nice as I thought I was.


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018