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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Cat Nip Addict


catnip
cat addict
marijuana
cat resembles vampire
catnip



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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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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Me And Nellie McGee

That's not my elephant, the barman said, when last I went a boozing 
Then threw at me a grin filled glance, that was a long way from amusing
You brought him here, you bring him home, your game I’m not abetting
So pack your trunk, get out, your barred, no more drink you’re getting

So sadly I made the long journey home, my poor legs weak as jelly
I could perhaps have caught a cab but they would not take Nellie
Later as we passed a takeaway, the warm smell assailed my senses
I ordered spaghetti and parmesan cheese, Nellie just had lettuce

My door key I could nowhere find, when at last I reached my home
I had no choice but to ring the bell, the wife Ella soon came down
Her words, would cause a crimson blush, on face’s of horse traders
I have not experienced such awful fear since I was in 2nd graders

She insisted that, ‘Nellie’, was but just, a figment of my imagination
And that if I didn’t get off to bed, I’d end up in prone prostration
Now I’ve lost my new best friend, and sweet alcohol fuelled nights
She’s taken from me the will to live. and rewritten the bill of right





4th in Contest, That's Not My Elephant,  by Matt Caliri


Copyright © Eamon Duffin | Year Posted 2010


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ornament memories

I love decorating the Christmas tree
And lingering in ornament memories
A snowman I made
Back in 2nd grade
Reminds me of childhood glee and snow dreams  


11/14/11
Susan Burch


Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2011


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Arrive Alive

That's not my elephant!
The big grey one, standing in the middle of the room.
That's not my elephant, is that what I was thinking,
What I was thinking when I let her leave?
I knew I shouldn't have let it happen; she should have stayed the night.
Ella, my dear friend Ella, gone all because I didn't have the guts to take her keys.

Back when we were little, just barely 2nd graders, 
We would to talk about how we would grow old together.
Best Friends Forever.
We would stay at each others places every night,
We has so much in common.
Favourite colour: purple, favourite number: 4, favourite food: spaghetti.

How would I, How could I let her leave when I knew her condition?
We had been drinking all night?
Why hadn't I remembered the bill of rights?
The First Amendment - Freedom of Speech.
Why was I afraid to talk?
Why hadn't I just said "you're staying the night"?

I have a pull out couch, where she could have stayed.
Even my bed, in which she could have laid.
Ella, my dear friend Ella, I will miss you forever,
and I'll never forget.
Next time a friend plans to drink and drive,
I'll take their keys or call a cab.
To make sure that unlike you, they'll
Arrive Alive.



For Matt Caliri's contest "That's Not My Elephant"


Copyright © Sierra Cowan | Year Posted 2010


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Lickety Split

L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop 
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks, shoes, and boots on 39
K indergarten urchins who are galloping around the room, or jumping on ball 
         chairs. 

E veryone is excited; the snow is falling and 
T he five-year-olds woke up screaming with excitement, 
Y elling their head dendrites off, dancing and galloping

S ix ways to Sunday, and it’s only Tuesday, 
P rincipal skates into the room,  “Lickety Split!” she yells.
“L et’s all help, and get them out there quick!” The 2nd grade teacher sticks in 
             her head to hollar, 
“I ce will be here within the hour.  Everybody help.” A bunch of 4th and 5th 
              graders run in to help dress 
t hem. Seconds later, the worn-out Kindergarten 

Teacher throws out a magic lasso, and 39 kindergarteners all grab hold. The next minute, they 
                  land in a big snow drift.
“Lickety, lickety, yickety, bickety, pickety, split!” they all yell, running away in every conceivable direction.


			Prepared for Lickety Split Contest
                                  Debbie Guzzi  Written 4-9-2018
			Unless it’s closed, then just for fun!


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Po-Mo Remix

That's not MY elephant!
A spiteful conceited elephant that ran away from the circus
MY elephant provides copies of the Bill Of Rights to all 2nd graders in Macon County
Considers fund-raising possibilities of selling elephant ears at Zippy Zoo Days
The kids will bring their white elephants and we will do a Spaghetti Feed
At RATS youth ministry--Can a mouse lift an elephant?
If you want to move a heavy load you have to use force
Where would you push?
For this lesson students used a triangular piece of wood
One side labeled Rights the other Responsibilities
Drop a marble in the balance (They used a 10lb. sack of potatoes)
Its all educational
But Barbar--You wouldn't catch THAT elephant playing jazz on his trunk
Not that elephant jazz in Austin  Jazz de Chang (elephant in Thai)
Playing with pink noise and changing the recipe  spaghetti
Too hot for a drumstep (bootleg) from the Elephant House
While Ella singing When I See Elephants Fly gazes over Matisse
The Nightmare of the White Elephant from the jazz series
Hanging over the elephant jazz bar  nu dark swing dubbles
Ella and Wave for singers a Nightmare autographed Artie Shaw
And the poet on each finger has  the following written
Somebody     Wanted    But    So   Then    says  Clustering thats the way
To do it  says  Glue the stick to the hand--Fulcrum
And then gives all the brats rides on an elephant named Bubbles!


Copyright © Desiree Kuri | Year Posted 2010


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Beautiful Butterflies

B	Beautiful fairy-like creatures arrive, disguised.
U	Until spring arrives,
T	They are known as the butterflies.
T	They flit from bud to bud
E	Every blossom gets loved.
R	Richly blessed by these beauties, who
F	Flit rapidly from flower to flower
L	Lilting, landing momentarily
I	In gentle quick repose
E	Each uniquely designed and colorized
S	Seen by many, touched by few



Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Why love me with a betrayal

Why love me with a betrayal?
Immature was just me,who believed to be?
But his promises were false and
all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?

I lost heart too,at the time of doing it.
But the thousand pieces of my heart made it.
Because his promises were false and
all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?

What will she do to heart?
What will she recognize in love?
No one who loves her heart.
She is unfaithful.
She does not love.

Why love me with a betrayal?
Immature was just me, who believed to be?
But his promises were false
and all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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They don't know me

I lived out loud, so they must have seen,
But they don’t know me, no one does.
The few I let in, must not have been
The ones I really needed, 
I discarded them as lessons learned 
– to burn lest I get burned. 

My too-long life’s sad error was
Thinking that age would narrow the scope,
When looking back through dwindled hope,
I ken the opposite was truth.
Through backwards time I haven’t changed
But relationships quite early on 
Seem somehow more significant,
Like my earliest encounters went.

How well he knew my own true self
The 2nd grade bully who tried for tears
But got instead a verbal slam.
‘Cuz bully power runs on fears
And injustice made me mad not scared,
It sucked the air from his balloon
And left me stronger in my room.

The fifth-grade kid who rode the bus
In Special Ed. for poverty.
A family of 10 in a two room shack
Just two stops from our farm
He always sat alone – even when by journey’s end
Some bench seats had three kids in them
The teasing, taunting pre-teen kids
Would often say ‘He smells.” (he did)
His clothes were rarely clean
His body often lacked hygiene.
I’ll never know what made me ask to sit
That first time while those kids looked on,
But he said “Sure.” And moved his books.
And we were friends a full school year
Until I moved, but once while in the recess yard
Another bully taunted me – for playing with the ‘retard’
Notwithstanding his ignorance,
The gross misdiagnosis (and lacking sensitivity)
I won again the verbal spar,
and his bruised ego demanded physicality, 
So to the ground he pushed me.
Two hands, my butt and feet upon the ground
I sat in puzzled wonderment as my new friend took two steps up
And pushed the bully to the ground eliciting calls for teacher’s help
The duty teacher saw this last act
And grabbed my friend each hand to arm
Roughly shaking, while proclaiming,
Misbehavior yields punishment… and off to the principal’s office he went.
But I jumped up before he left,
Confronted the teacher with her unjust act,
And instead of justice I too went.

My life is filled with things like this.
Mostly short encounters and randomness,
But those are the ones who knew me best.


Copyright © Alison Wimmer | Year Posted 2017


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Vegetable

Oh!! greenish vegetable
Thou has watched you grow
Like a chick being watched by its mother hen
Daily you are being watered
Just to allow your continuity.
You grow faster in a twinkle of an eye
And your green continue glowing
But it pains me so much that-
You'll end up in an unpalatable place
Which will make you whither away.
In a confined environment will you be placed 
So as to lose your source of energy
Cos the people of the world doesn't want your longevity
For the fear of being greener than other plants.


Copyright © Emmanuel Damilare | Year Posted 2018


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Summer

Soon the sun shines
Up in the great blue sky
Mighty little children
Mostly want to play
Every single day
Ready and gay!


Copyright © Precioso Tano | Year Posted 2018