Best Barrette Poems
With rainbow wings, you tarry among the stones
Your caress as light as dew drops in the sun
Searching for a rose to call your own...
A morning breeze hastes to join the fun
Tickling vines, and petals, where you've clung
You find a place to rest awhile and preen
Then fly to me, assured and debonair
You spread apart kaleidoscopic wings
While proudly knowing roses won't compare
Nor can the scarlet ribbon in my hair
Dear butterfly, while neighbors won't suspect
This love affair I have with you,
My hair, in which you light, holds new barrette
You flatter me,... am I prize pursued?
You've fluttered down, to be my arm's tattoo
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For Contest: "Flirt"
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
With rainbow wings, you tarry among the stones
Your caress as light as dew drops in the sun
Searching for a rose to call your own...
A morning breeze intrudes to join the fun
Tickling vines, and petals, where you've clung
You find a place to rest awhile and preen
Then fly to me, assured and debonair
You spread apart kaleidoscopic wings
While proudly knowing roses cannot compare
Nor can the scarlet ribbon in my hair
Dear butterfly, while neighbors won't suspect
This love affair I have with you,
My hair, in which you light, holds new barrette
You flatter me,... am I prize pursued?
You've fluttered down, to be my arm's tattoo
The butterfly flutters by, in whimsical routine
I see him circle round my head, as if to play a game
A tease you are, dear butterfly, I cannot intervene
We will be friends, or more than that, tho' it may be insane
I'll tell you mine, you tell me yours, or do you have a name?
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For PD. Butterfly Contest
I was named Paulette, guess my parents thought I was a pet. I always wanted a pretty pink barrette, my name I would like to forget.
Date Written: 11/9/2021
Paulette (1) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
God provides exquisite experiences to last forever,
The day she met him she fell in love with him.
He was tall and muscular and very good- looking,
They became good friends and companions some days.
She would come by to have conversation with him,
Share her love of art and poetry.
He loved skiing and so did she,
They had more in common than she thought.
He loved canoing and the cottage,
Favorite days with her relatives she thought.
They would hug now and then and even kissed once,
I am very blessed she said to herself.
What a miracle in her life from day to day,
She thought of Robert Barrette Browning and Elizabeth Barrette Browning.
Great poets who wrote, "How do i love thee let me count the ways.
I love thee to the height and depth of all my days.''
Just like the great poets I thought,
I guess that you have to believe in miracles.
Author:Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Yes,
She
Wore a
College girl's
Skirt and sweater and
A barrette in her shoulder length
Hair. She was the college girl of fifteen years ago.
She hadn't kept up with the times the way others had and she had a low-pitched, well-bred
Voice that many people said was subtly insulting.
And confidence and homeliness
Not often seen—met
Together
In one
Face-
One.
I wish you the true ..........
Knowing fully well you got enough wishes
To come are fulfilments and celebration
Enjoy each moment of your day's period
These are my wishes for you
Have a good fun off delicious dishes
To count on worthwhile memories in administration
Till come such next year in myriad
Being at the middle
Everyone does eye the top
Up there are many vibes and vices
While you eye, they wish they were
May you never be laid idle
May sickness never put thy muscles to a stop
Throughout living, shall you onto life add spices
To count on putting in enough care
Growing...
Grow others of you
Learning...
Learn how life fairs
Praying...
Pray love abounds
Wishing...
Wish there exist no regret
Laughing...
Laugh at childhood owned blue
Hiring...
Hire joy to manage your affairs
Listening...
Listen how lovely birthday song sounds
Putting...
Put it on tightly, thy nice barrette
All day long
Waiting is now over
Thou still look so young
Keep enjoying- grace of the new crossover
Star crossed champions of mirth
Wild hair and wild eyes, both
To the world they say with arms raised to the sky,
"What a pity, for we dearly love to laugh!"
Arm in arm, singing their favorite show tunes
But in the voices of Donald Duck and Calamity Jane
Gallivanting through the city, doing the Charleston in the street
These two have no interest or talent for growing up
And made the world lighter because of it
Willy Wonka in his purple jacket,
Holding the door for her with his cane,
Him with those dreamy eyes
Pale eyes that swim in her perpetual smile
A smile, a voice and a soul that lit up everything for miles
She sits, glowing in the window,
Like a princess in the white room, wearing her little barrette
But she isn't well at all
And so she left this world, Roseannadanna did, one morning
And the twinkle in his eye twinkled off into space
With her dimples, impromptu cartwheels and spinning skirts
Four years wasn't enough to fill up the laughing box
The glass elevator is lonely looking down on the world
Wait, wait, wait, BAM!
Would she want him sinking there in his spats?
A wop, bam, boo! No, choose instead to keep that wicked grin
Dance down the aisle of the plane, show that funny funny face
Embrace each Saturday Night gone by
To Gene and Gilda, geniuses of love and light hearts
Pop the cork on the champagne and roller skate through this life!
~For Heather Ober's Famous Couples/Duos Poetry
Contest
I enter the room breathlessly,
Somehow anticipating that tonight will change everything.
I sit quietly among strangers lost in their own worlds.
Cell phones buzzing, coffee steaming.
We all glance at watches,
Even some that aren't wearing any.
The air is electric as everyone is keenly aware
That tonight has the power to change the world.
I know that my love has not arrived yet,
Although I have never met or talked to him before.
A tired looking woman beckons me from the back room
And robotically I answer her call.
And in another room full of people and chaos,
I immediately see HIM.
He is perfect, though not at all what I expected.
Our eyes lock briefly, I smile and wave.
I'm wishing I had a mirror and had taken the time to "freshen up."
Other women in the room are as obsessed with him as I am.
I grab the barrette from my hair,
And like every ingenue I've ever seen on TV, I shake loose my curls coquettishly.
I think I have caught his eye, but suddenly his entourage rushes him from the room.
My heart slows a bit and I feel the color draining from my face.
Someone is holding my arm, sensing my weakness.
"He'll be back in a minute, why don't you sit down?"
I sit and for the first time, I notice HER.
Glowing, happy, giggling . . . the center of everyone's attention.
And the game just became REAL!
For it is she who stole my last love.
We make small talk, pretending no animosity exists.
Until a door opens, and HE is back.
New clothes, blue to match his eyes,
And I can't keep a little gasp from escaping my lips.
Of course, he flies right into the arms of my nemesis.
I move in, touching his arm, briefly holding his hand.
Even brazenly stroking his dark curls when SHE looks away.
And I see him respond -- glances in my direction, guarded smiles.
I am lost in a world where only he and I exist.
The room and everyone in it disappears and the two of us are floating away.
Without warning, I realize she must have seen our exchange.
And the room and everyone in it comes back into focus.
I look at my nemesis. She looks back at me.
"Would you like to hold him?" she says, seemingly without guile.
I cannot help myself. "YES!" I say, a little too quickly and loudly.
Unselfishly, my daughter-in-law gives him up. At last, my newborn grandson and I can start our love story.
7/14/2015
Yepper-doddle, today I’ll use my own noddle.
My prized antique frame sustained a despised bust.
Wanting to show my man the tough dough in my crust,
I found strong glue and told that goo I was nonplussed.
Next, I grabbed frame, soda and sat on my sofa.
Three tries – no prize, so with both eyes quite wide,
I called the glue a boob lube, dumb as a square loop,
and threatened to incise its worthless insides.
I rose, fetched pose and a calming balm libation,
then returned to pestering with less sweltering.
Glue applied, both sides, I made my hands a vice
and, well fries n’ flies, I squeezed degrees of might.
Bullet sweat, my muscles clinched like a barrette,
I pressed longer than tourists eating pullets.
Then when gingerly, tenderly letting go –
glue thoroughly, tauntingly offended me -
son of a bee, ugly as his glue-mom-harlot,
refused to seam my antique frame back to its gleam.
Past bummed, I stood to sweetly summon my husband,
but my feet stuck to carpet, mucked as a tar pit.
CayCay Jennings
October 16, 2018
She was lying on the Ethel’s turret with a sting in the tail
Felt a squirt on her face and barrette; is it the end of the tale?
Water water everywhere water, not a drop to drink
Ho ho the machine does totter, not a moment of wink
She yanked her pants up ,tail between legs, and crossed the sea without sail
"Babies are bits of stardust
blown from the hand of God."
Quote by _ Larry Barrette
Into our family, an angel has been born,
and I take pause from my sad deep mournful forlorn;
even, now baby makes sounds so musically,
an angel has been born, into our family.
And I love this sweet girl, she makes us all happy,
even, when taking a sleeping beauty nappy;
and one day our angel girl will swirl, whirl and twirl,
she makes us all happy, and I love this sweet girl.
Such a well dressed baby- we aunts do this and that,
she loves stories, music and playing pitty-pat;
oh, will she be a princess or tomboy maybe,
we aunts do this and that- such a well dressed baby.
It took just one little soul, to mend the broken,
with the birth of this baby girl God has spoken;
and I can imagine on green paths we will stroll,
to mend the broken, it took just one little soul.
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September 05, 2022
Poetry/Swap Quatrain/Baby Angel Born
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1485-512-05
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Swap Quatrain
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 10/20/2022
Bobby Burnett bought a barrette
For wee, bonny Barbara's long braids.
Braw Bobby beams on wee bonny Babs
As she gaen through the glens and glades.
When young I wanted to seriously change my name,
to something pretty like Rose but not everyday Mary Jane,
being named after a flower would've be so sweet,
feeling like a scented princess from my head down to my feet,
Then I noticed in the late 1960's some female celebrities,
who were up and coming with the same first name as me,
one a svelte pop singer the other a fashion model,
thats when to my name I started to feel a little more partial,
My Mom buying me a barrette that I wore proudly in my hair,
with my name upon it which I wore with a lot of care,
liking my name more but wishing I could've dropped the L,
because of hearing certain songs on the radio that made my heart melt,
But since I'm almost 60 I guess I'm stuck with it,
its a name I guess I grew into and which somehow fits,
guessing its better than what would've been my parents first choice,
impulsively changing it on my birth certificate and to which I can rejoice!
1-7-17
Today my husband and I decided to clean out the car, together.
Only I thought I was doing it alone, until he came out.
Okay, I quit, I said, knowing what happens when he gets in my WAY.
Remember I despise cleaning!
It’s something I only do when forced.
Today is force day.
We are exchanging cars.
I unloaded my car on Thursday night.
What a fright!
There are seventeen unopened boxes, waiting in the hall.
And six bags of stuff someone might be able to use twenty years ago, on the couch
Inside the front door.
If my mother showed up even after a four hour car ride,
I could not let her in.
She’d have to drive around for an hour or so.
I truly wish I was kidding.
I’ll just unload the five hundred pounds of birdseed, he told me.
Pretty soon we were fighting over a five dollar bill and a barrette.
The man doesn’t even have hair.
Those boxes and bags can wait for a week or two.
I’m in no hurry to go through them
Until I realize my wallet is missing.
What Did We Get Stuck in 2012
The doctors in the OR had a busy time this year
Freeing things that got stuck in rectum, nose or ear
Or any other orifice that lies within our bod
The list of all the things they found is really kind of odd
Within the ear, a button, a toothpick and hairpin
A screwdriver and a drinking straw were also found therein
A key, a piece of paper, a little plastic dart
A fly and an eraser were also lodged in part
Within the nose a Dixie cup, barrette and colored pencil
A nickel, BB pellets, and a small plastic utensil
A screw, a bead, a pick-up stick and a little plastic toy
Two nostrils filled with magnets in just one little boy
Within the throat a lemon seed, maxi pad and thimble
A key-chain ring, a toy plane, some kids are really nimble
Within the rectum, a loaf of bread, a crayon and a lighter
A small hand wrench, a vial of salts, were stuck there even tighter
And I won’t even mention what was found in some who-hoos
Or even try to question the things that some girls use
And the men are no exception when it comes to getting stuck
You’d be surprised what they used to size, and then ran out of luck
And wouldn’t you love to hear the stories these patients told the staff
And see the faces of the docs as they tried so not to laugh
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