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Boa Constrictor by Berggren, Alfred
Encontrar pessoa exemplo de boa conduta by Nerone, Giacomo
the kitten and boa rendezvous by pachecho, connie
Snakes alive a boa constrictor by Harris, STANLEY
Boa 1 Boa 2 by Schumacker, Earl
boa constrictor by hansen, jan oskar
Feather Boa by Nunez, KP
Barco do Boa Vista 2 by Mansfield, Thomas
Boa by Alixopulos, ahellas
Black Feather Boa by Harrison, Marie
Boa Hakui by Dyer, Malcolm

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Privy Call

So here's a who's who is the Zoo,
Sue the snake petter, that's who,
She was hugged by the Boa Constrictor,
Who could eat her but only licked her,
And scared it out of her in the loo.



For Linda-Marie's Zany Zoo contest.






Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010

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Childish Heart

1. To the clear bidding for one, a mug wump it stands
showcasing mouthwatering care but with dirty hands
for trophy, for lust, all in a virulent game
changing faces and smiles and treating them the same
so surrounded by females, happy but flurried
after each kiss is a mark to keep her worried
their bank of love suffering the imminent theft
loving with right, searching for the next with left
switching loyalty to skirts is automatic
a crime against womanhood and numismatics.

Chorus
An attractive man, a different boy
a lad growing on the tears of women
so fearless and brave but cunny and cheap
when his arrogance chase the butterflies
he’s still blessed with the wasps who come around.

2. Attraction on the snow which later becomes slush
same tactics and same theatrics crush after crush
forces out a labour of love to keep it pure
he isn’t ready to change, that’s one thing for sure
every girl is a man changer but he’s a wimp
from afar he’s a big guy from close range an imp
hope, standing on deputation to many hearts
gathering the many dumps and rolling the carts
hence he’s not a part of their panegyric
and their slow songs of him full of painful lyrics.

Chorus
An attractive man, a different boy
a lad growing on the tears of women
so fearless and brave but cunny and cheap
when his arrogance chase the butterflies
he’s still blessed with the wasps who come around.

3. More victims still counting, his mind is a vagrant
fuels emotional injustice to stay vibrant
thirsty tenders, he has turned to tempestuous beasts
his prey may seem so low but he remains the least
tearing the feather boa to expose some shoulders
the old not in exception, his ego builders
broken taste of modern pride becomes effectual
such unpleasant immigration is perpetual
just to love for once becomes labour intensive
honesty from his mall, stays very expensive.

Chorus
An attractive man, a different boy
a lad growing on the tears of women
so fearless and brave but cunny and cheap
when his arrogance chase the butterflies
he’s still blessed with the wasps who come around.

4. To helpless emotions, he is a basilisk
any mast turned towards him is taking a risk
the big body aura, hides the scalawag heart
on the feminine innocents, he plays the dart
when his shadow passes on the streets, sores are seen
leaving them dry and brown after meeting them green
its same accusation in a hundred lawsuits
runs around with targets but nothing in pursuit
to be a man is the only recognizance
building a resume on ladies’ repugnance.

Chorus x 2
An attractive man, a different boy
a lad growing on the tears of women
so fearless and brave but cunny and cheap
when his arrogance chase the butterflies
he’s still blessed with the wasps who come around.


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017




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Feather Boa

all eyes on me as

boa hangs over my breast -

center stage effect










14 July 2015
Feather Contest 
Sponsor: SKAT A


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Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Animal Magnetism

A pet more exotic I'd wanted.

A pet to be groomed and then flaunted.

not a dog or a cat

something cooler than that!

I began my search feeling undaunted





In a pet store I came on a ferret.

Such a pain he was! How did I bear it?

Under doors and through cracks

He'd escape from me. AAAACH!!

So I traded him in for a parrot.




Well, the parrot just wanted to fly!

And that bird knew more bad words than I.

When he called me a whore,

I threw open the door:

“Now you’re getting your wish, Bird. BYE BYE!





A boa constrictor I bought,

He’d like to be cuddled, I thought,

But he wrapped and he squeezed,

As I gasped and I wheezed,

And offered the rat that I’d caught.

 

A bowl of piranha I won -

I played Baccarat with a nun -

And they wiggled their bums,

So I tickled their tums,

But bones ’stead of fingers aint fun.





My elderly aunt sent a text,

Suggesting tarantulas next,

But my spider alas,

Took a bite of my ass:

My pet-owning hobby is hexed.





I went to the pet shop, I swear,

But nothing I wanted was there -

To my pets I am prey,

So I went on eBay,

And purchased a big teddy bear.


for Darkness' Grab A Partner collaboration contest, written with a good Soup friend


Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2014

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Animal Magnetism

A pet more exotic I'd wanted.
A pet to be groomed and then flaunted.
Not a dog or a cat -
Something cooler than that!
I began my search feeling undaunted

In a pet store I came on a ferret.
Such a pain he was! How did I bear it?
Under doors and through cracks
He'd escape from me. AAAACH!!
So I traded him in for a parrot.

Well, the parrot just wanted to fly!
And that bird knew more bad words than I.
When he called me a whore,
I threw open the door:
“Now you’re getting your wish, Bird. BYE BYE!

A boa constrictor I bought,
He’d like to be cuddled, I thought,
But he wrapped and he squeezed,
As I gasped and I wheezed,
And offered the rat that I’d caught.
 
A bowl of piranha I won -
I played Baccarat with a nun -
And they wiggled their bums,
So I tickled their tums,
But bones ’stead of fingers aint fun.

My elderly aunt sent a text,
Suggesting tarantulas next,
But my spider alas,
Took a bite of my ass:
My pet-owning hobby is hexed.

I went to the pet shop, I swear,
But nothing I wanted was there -
To my pets I am prey,
So I went on eBay,
And purchased a big teddy bear.


For the "Grab a Partner" Contest. To see
who I collaborated with, read my comment
under the poem.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Boa

Like a boa constrictor
the intimations of mortality
remind me every day
not to take a backwards breath,
to keep my lungs filled
to the deepest point,
be open to the widest possibility,
replace each new disability
with a new ability,
and to rest, aware
that the damnable serpent
never does until
its eaten it's fill.


Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2010

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The Challenge Of Eating French Onion Soup

My favorite dining place in town is a place called La Baguette.
'Tis a quaint French café and I haven't found its equal yet.
They serve the most scrumptious French onion soup west of Gay Paree,
And it is slurped by discriminating snobs as well as we bourgeoisie!

They serve other grub such as baguettes and burgundy beef stews,
Escargot, pate, salad maison and an assortment of cheese fondues.
And Monday through Friday they ladle bowls of soup du jour,
But each and every day they serve French onion soup for sure!

Eating French onion soup is a challenge and requires a bit of skill,
Especially, dealing with the stringy cheese in that delectable swill.
The glob of provolone clings like a boa constrictor to my spoon,
And dangles from my noble chin making me look somewhat like a goon!

De mal en pis (just when my dilemma has gone from bad to worse),
Faire bonne mine (to put a good face on matters) I tend to curse.
To save face, next time I'll ask the waiter, "S'il vous plait (if you please),
I'll have a bowl of your French onion soup sans that stringy cheese!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt,USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2015

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My Uncle Gladys

Have you heard about my renowned uncle, Gladys
Who by sexual makeup had an Aunt’s status.

Well, he or she, you can use whatever you want;
Like I just said, this uncle is loosely an aunt.

Anyways, she had to remove all her mirrors,
Since she said, each of them made too many errors.

She claimed that they never reflected her splendor;
While we thought, they couldn’t decide on a gender.

In any case, she seemed a hallucination,
But Aunty was more of an amalgamation.

And if you dared to ask most people’s opinion,
They’d say she was pieced from the animal kingdom.

She smiled like a jackal and grinned like a badger,
And her lips resembled those of a fly catcher.

Her frizzy head of hair, was pin-striped like a skunk’s,
And her mammoth nose swung like an elephant’s trunk.

Her eyes were as piercing as that of a boa,
Or any old reptile collected by Noah.

We played with her sideburns that were like Wolverines’,
Although our moms made sure we got extra vaccines

See, Gladys had kindness in a strong manly way,
With her big old bear hug that could crush a Steinway.

We must admit, Gladys had some fine attributes,
That may show up some day in oddball film tributes.

To be shown nationwide for the weird and plucky,
But my cousins and I would still think it’s yucky.

Anyhow, it’s time to stop picking on Gladys,
By switching over to her only son, Alice.  

David Fisher, 11/22/14, iambic hexameter,
For Giorgio's contest


Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2014

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air

oh the distill
to fly the sky
I saw a garbage bag in the clouds

how could it makes it so hight
as I dropping my arms and legs
grew a pair of wings

going to China
and shared some barbecues
for the rescue

of lost birds
not knowing where
is north

the moon so confusing
with so many windows
but sure put my flag there

all stars and stripes
and a lack of oxygen
or call it gravity

I tend to my garden
not eden what's in a name
the boa I constrict

the horse to trot
the avenues
and the ventures

car traffics
the roads
of the rorschachs

and the last hamburger
must be germany
to eat the bun

oh no just a computer
with hefty bills
to eat you all

as my habit to drink coffee
Nespresso every morning
with almond milk

I got it free of charge
not reading their pamphlet
in chinese

gee saved myself 200 hundreds
and the coffee is good
must I've learn from Morocco

beef beaf what is your meat
to tell me the protest
of greens the goat climbing the tree

of argane or archaid
just a monkey
blinding  my eyes

a mouth to silence
and ears not listen
but a look at the clouds


Copyright © catherine labeau | Year Posted 2015

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My shy wife was a princess of Babazoa





                                 My shy wife was a princess of Babazoa

                               Her dessert was cream lizard from Samoa

                                        She inherited a princely sum

                                    And went to the Big Gabazoa slum

                          And bought chilled bum for her sweet Burmese Boa


Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2015

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Flotsam

Flotsam

The debris strewn along the beach
Splintered boat so much out of reach
Slewed and scattered across the sand
Blue and red wood still to hand

Imagination running wild
The wreckage of a boat defiled
Once a vibrant vessel, seaworthy
Now flotsam tossed for all to see

One wonders what had happened here
Which caused this wreck that instilled fear
Did the captain stay alive?
Did any of the crew survive?

Tossed and battered on this coast
Beyond any help from the island's hosts
Her keel and hull torn apart
No mast with sail nor engine to start

The ocean's relentless, remorseless tide
Has wrecked this boat and flung her aside
While benign blue sky looks calmly down
The sombre grey clouds scowl and frown

People walk past oblivious
Ignoring the plainly obvious
Not knowing nor caring why
These timbers were hurled beyond the eye

This sturdy ocean going boat
Which carried men and cargo afloat
Now wreckage laying along the beach
Lost and forgotten - out of reach

                                          Boa Vista 21 April 2015


Copyright © Thomas Mansfield | Year Posted 2015

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Modus operandi of psychopaths and sociopaths

Modus Operandi of psychopaths and sociopaths

They are all around us, seeking to destroy us,
if not to kill us, to maim us, for life
physically, mentally, emotionally
morally, financially.

They are the psychopaths and sociopaths!

Now psychopaths are rare indeed, as they
are human but do not possess human qualities
such as compassion, empathy, humility,
or have a faculty of conscience.

Psychopaths are those who make the news
as genocidal leaders, serial killers, 
mass murderers, and so on.

Sociopaths are more common, actually
they are all around us, in our workplaces,
online, in our social groups, they are usually
the high achievers, CEO's, upper management
leaders in every way.

Now I'm not saying all leaders, CEO's etc are 
sociopaths, just that sociopaths seem to flourish
among their peers. Although really they don't feel
that they have any...peers that is. 

Much like psychopaths, sociopaths have a very high ego,
and IQ , but they do not reveal it easily, often they
use false humility, flattery and slander to lull their so called peers
into submission. To achieve their goals as status seekers, 
they will say or do almost anything, as their own ego propels them in their
silent aggression.

Predators in general, in the animal world, exist in two,
really three forms. 

1. The predator that is fierce and strong, and has 
no fear of anything else, even if it's prey is obviously
bigger and stronger, it rises to the challenge, usually
bringing along back up support, or his posse, 
or gang member, eg Lions, or wolves working in packs
or teams against Wildebeest, Moose, Elephants etc.

2. The predator that kills a weaker prey by aggression, and subtle tactics,
overpowering that one. The predator usually picks the weaker
ones, the slower ones, as they really don't want to work that hard.

3. The carrion eaters, these really are the lazy ones, they wait for 
someone else to do the hard work, the kill, then they try to take
advantage by arriving in packs to get their share.

Humans can be similar in a way, as they can be very animalistic 
in their behaviours as is evidenced by the cowardly attacks seen
recently in France, Belgium, and now in Orlando.

The modus Operandi of both Psychopaths and Sociopaths is
manipulation and control, fraud, lying, slander. Manipulation of unsuspecting
people and circumstances, to gain the trust of their prey, until they get 
what they want from the prey, then they are discarded like used toilet paper.

Fraud is seen by master manipulators, con men, who steal by fraudulent means
from unsuspecting victims, their life savings. They are predators also, they may not 
kill, but they do take away a life, of security and hope.

Lying and slander are employed by the sociopath to achieve his/her goals.
Anyone who is wise to them, and their evil schemes, gets destroyed by
lies and slander. This is as old as the devil using the serpent in the Garden of Eden.
And really how fitting is that, as we have seen on the news lately, how boa constrictors have killed their owners, as they have gained their trust over the years, and then one day, instead of playing, they kill by suffocating their unsuspecting prey/owner/friend.

What is the solution? For now, we must be ever vigilant, not to the point of paranoia, but be observant about suspicious behaviour.
Evil now potentially lurks, in our backyards, in our homes, at school, at work, online, everywhere. Everywhere we go we could be a potential victim. Sometimes evil
things happen to good people who are in the wrong place at the wrong time. God sees everything, and he can undo, all the damage done by evil persons.

The war between good and evil, has been raging for thousands of years
as the offspring of the Devil, and the offspring of God, battle it out to the end.
The ruler of this world is a Diabolical Spirit who promotes his evil agenda, and facilitates his evil plan, manipulating all levels of society today, like a puppeteer
manipulates his puppet. Sometimes even makes his puppet talk(serpent in garden of Eden). 

The thing, is the world is under the control of this diabolical organized crime boss. He has his system designed to look good but they are just false fronts, like a legitimate business, laundering the money from ilicit drugs etc.
That is why there is so much hypocrisy in organized religion, corruption in politics, and governments, and also in business, and society in general. That is why the world is slowly sinking into moral degradation, and debauchery, that has not been seen for centuries. That Sinister Spirit is now controlling the minds of the impressionable youth, inducing them to commit atrocities against humanity. What other explanation makes sense?

The good news is, Good(God) wins over evil(Devil) notice how the words fit together?
All we must do, is imitate the personality of God in our daily life, thus identifying ourselves as his children, and doing his will not our own. Then we put ourselves in line to be eyewitnesses of the end of evil for all time! Psalm37:10,11

John Derek Hamilton
June 14,2016








Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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PUTTIN ON THE GLITZ - FOR CONTEST

An invitation arrives to my first dance I'm hoping for some sweet romance But I haven’t got a stitch to wear Hope I find some creative flair Top hat and tails and lots of glam If I don’t find a dress it will be a sham Off to the thrift shop I must go For a few dollars I can be the star of the show I pick up a stylish pink feather boa Like the posh ladies wear from Genoa A designer dress for a couple of bucks Hope the guys come here for there’s a lovely tux A pair of high heels and my outfit is complete Those society ladies simply cannot compete I will simply be the belle of the ball For my outfit will look the best of them all When I arrive at the dance I simply steal the show - That night I go home with a handsome new beau! Contest:-) Putttin on the Ritz Sponsor Judy Konos 10th August 2015 Jan Allison


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Raindrops and Rainbows

depression squeezed like a boa constrictor taking most of the joy from her life struggling through the Great Depression she dropped out of high school, went to work an “A” student, she did what had to be done although she shed tears nearly every day her children still made her smile Mom lived vicariously through us celebrating each victory of her three children never missing a chance to congratulate us life with Mom could be hard some days she didn’t get out of bed we, her children, cooked and cleaned the family joker, I sometimes brought a laugh cherished were those rare moments one thing she had always requested – that we kiss her at her wake just thinking of this made me sad but I gave her that last kiss on skin so cold, hard each time a raindrop comes my way I remember the tears Mom shed but when a rainbow paints the sky it is her love that I remember and wish I could kiss the sky
*Entry for PD’s Early Mother’s Day contest


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012

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Gasoline Tears

Gasoline tears

The truck
Plows forward
Into the masses 
Blood and destruction
Morality hijacked by abduction
Evil deeds pervade these cloudy days
Compassion is tossed into the sea in place of the devils seduction
Humanity dances with both tears and foe, the meek shall be the victors
Satan’s followers shall face the garrote, headless will be those boa constrictors

Do not be fooled by silent ones and men behind masks disguising their petty angers
Humanity dances with both tears and foe, the meek shall be the victors
Rays of the sun, the glow of the moon, and the beat of loves heart
Flower gardens shall grow tall, on the soil of the rotten evil ones
Goodwill shall peak behind the clouds, hugging humanity
Compassion shall dance on angelic wings
Love and passion triumphant
Plows forward towards
Eternity


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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My Beautiful Kenya

A nonchalant summers breeze seeps silent through a window 
Left ajar 
Carries soft memories scent of 
Warm kenyan musk air 
Which rests in a deep dark corner 
Mind 
Afar 
Faint distant scratching of 
Grasshoppers seranading 
The cumbersome
Boa-bob tree 
Which wavers gently 
At the now noir sea...
As the tiny cream crabs rest their 
Oh so suspicious eyes 
Whilst there's still no peace for the wicked
Damn mosquitos
Fly 
In my mind to the heavens door 
Tiwi beach 
Once stroked its soothing sand 
Through my course 
Comforted feet 
And I know this place 
Tis beautiful
My very just delight
By the Indian Ocean on a balcony
In the dead of the night x


Copyright © Karen Deeks | Year Posted 2012

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Barco do Boa Vista 2

Barco do Boa Vista 2 

Windswept, worn and weary sails
You might think that this boat ails
But with sound and sturdy, solid mast
She sails the ocean's waves at last

There was one here not long before her
But she sailed away to who knows where
Perhaps the Pirates thought they had the right
To slip her moorings in the dead of night

All they left was her shell lifeboat
Cast ashore though she could still float
Solitary, washed high on the beach
Out of water, out of reach

So a vessel more seaworthy 
Was carved and built for all to see
Ready to sail the ocean blue
Ride trade winds with verve anew

The lifeboat too was hauled aboard
Made shipshape, to go abroad
With its own tiny mast and sail
Lashed to the deck with a rusty nail

There's not much calico along this coast
To make a sail, so we made the most
Of what there was ready to hand
What was found on rock and sand

So with part mainsail from a sheet of wood
And tattered foresail flapping as best it could
Into the wind she made her bearing
Casting aside risk with daring

She knew her stays were strong and taut
To take more sail as they ought
But now she's ready to sail with the tide
The seven seas and far and wide

Barco has sailed, her voyage made
But now another's anchor's weighed
So all take heed and observe well
Another boat's on the ocean's swell


Copyright © Thomas Mansfield | Year Posted 2015

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KYD MY CAT

                          Kyd my cat played hooky from giddy-up to whoa
                              I had to send him to the land of Mauna Loa
                                    He changed from bad to worse
                                           By debits to my purse
                                 "Papa","I am Cavity the cat boana boa"












                             KYD MY CAT/Limerick/fun/humor/nonsense/cat/
                                  Copyright© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
                                                      11/20/2014


Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

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Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
call.
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
chance 
With his reputation,
there is no
hesitation; 
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
smooth 
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
ending. 
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
bending.
 	
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
anew.
It matters not
whether we all stay
together,
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
more.
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
threes, 
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one
well.

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
hours.
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
batch. 
This egg will be
food for his hungry
brood; 
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
hatch.
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
morning.
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without
warning.

to be continued...



Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012

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An Odd Group


We meet once a week, an odd group of poetic friends-
Hannah is from Atlanta and wears a bandana,
Abraham always says hello ma'am to me quietly, oh
Timothy is all fidgety, and
Stephen is dreaming and weaving some new write.

Ingrid and me, we have a kindred spirit, don't laugh
Noah wears a feather boa and I think Naomi had a lobotomy.

Anna is from Havana, loves yellow so I call her banana.

Nathaniel brings his spaniel dog, and
Adam who is French sneezes and says excuse me Madame,
Michael roars up on his motorcycle (I think he is suicidal),
Elizabeth sure knows her syllabus and Esther is an empty nester.

________________________________________
November 11, 2016

Acrostic/An Odd Group
Copyright Protected, ID   849024

For the contest What's In A Name
Sponsor, Viv Wigley

First Place


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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Weekend

"I have sparklies in my eyes", says my daughter
I must agree for conversation fodder
You do have twinkles I can see
It's oh so nice when you are three
The grass is a perfect green for  tea
I think I need to be a bubbly three
I'll put sparkles on my eyes so free
You can have the boa pink
I'll take the blue without a stink
As long as we can take off shoes
We'll drink our tea and talk and snooze
We'll toss off all these business blues
we need to make those dark mud stews
we need to tickle your giggles glee
Because mine are harder to break free
The week is office wall confined
our product plans are so sublimed
But with a little tea and dance
Monday's mind will be like a lance
Cause it's in the weekend we find our sparklies
The wand, under the desk, to chase malarkies
The cup of tea so flowery and  fine
to celebrate this awesome design
Just one question is left at her behest
"Why is the weekend only two days rest?"

lisa


Copyright © Lisa Treweek | Year Posted 2015

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Being Still

Being Still 

To be still here with you is the best place to be
Listening to my heart
Inside you I take a peak
From whence comes this emotion of kindness I see
A touch of a rose petal
Or a dainty daisy

Kindness is creeping back in
I sense its warm caress
I just walked out of a day of complete aloneness
How could all the joy be robbed all at once from my soul
A boa constrictor came into the night and tried to swalllow me whole
 
He promised me today that he would show me who my true friends were
He promised me this day to be still and know that He is near
Listening to my heart and unglueing from its hinges
Every past mistake as my life sits on the edge

Come back now
Please don’t leave me
I am sitting alone here with packed suitcases
Not knowing what I will come home to
Hearing in the stillness of the moment that I will turn around 
And return back unto you

It is a new day and with a new day comes a rainbow
This third day of my fast I am expecting a miracle
Place all the shattered pieces of my heart back together now
Replace the dreams that the enemy tried to steal away now
Love is creeping in again
Slowly but surely
Taking away the darkness that I was suffocated with earlier
I thank you for this experience for it showed me something great
That you in the center of my heart is where I want you to be

Gwendolen Rix
7-30-14


Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014

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Shel Silverstein

I am intrigued by Shel Silverstein
His passion and his works
His obscure way of rhyming
Making fun of other's quirks

Unique, unusual, surprising
Funny and clever is a given 
With emphasis on children 
And the world that they live in

“Hector the Collector, Boa Constrictor
Band-Aids, Sick, or With his Mouth Full of Food,”
His poems are very different
Yet similarly very good

I chuckle in amusement and smile, reading
“If the World Was Crazy and Sky Seasoning”
But it’s impossible to just like two
When they are all so amazing

“Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage out,”
and “The Giving Tree,”
To go unmentioned would devalue Shel’s name
Especially the last one I listed
As it really was his claim to fame



Copyright © Lori Jean Phipps | Year Posted 2010

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Legless Reptile

The Legless Reptile 
The ruin made of stones ended up a home, rock by rock rebuilt 
on a hillside overlooking a valley of gentle dreams and orchids 
 so rare they only grow here. The man of the house had 
a boa constrictor, in the basement, he preferred its company
it was quiet and curled up most of the time. He fed it rabbits,
chicken and occasionally - near Christmas- a life goat or two.
 Often, when there nothing on the TV, he went down to visit 
his friend in the basement and stroked its firm muscular body.

 The man was not seen, people went to his house, perhaps he 
was ill, they found a hungry snake, which was given to the zoo,
 the man had disappeared, maybe he would return some day.
The house, left empty fell into decay and the roof blew off 
a stormy day and water reduced the house to a ruin, which 
proves a boa constrictor knows nothing about companionship.    


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2014

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An Unlikely Duo - The Sequel

White Cliffs of Dover now sponsored in daydreams
Reading each billboard that rusts on the sky
Checking a map though it’s for the wrong city
She sends a smile to the wink of his eye

Overhead cords hang to signal a stopping
Pulled like a kite that is fighting a breeze
Setting his watch as if time is most urgent
Tiny the gesture to put her at ease

Anxious she strums atop metal and leather
Songs in her head dance at half past the price
Suddenly yanks as the trees are enormous
Grabbing her bag she does not ask him twice

Damn, screams the brakes and some passengers flying
Coffee and biscuits collide in the aisle
Fixing her hair like a debutante princess
Waits on the door and then exits in style

A tip of his hat to the fatherly captain
Treading deliberate, the stairs leading down
Adjusting his jacket lapels till they’re even
Spun, is her skirt as a fine evening gown

Coughing a hairball, the old engine rumbles
Sigh, moan the bi-folds directed to close
Noticing now that her left hand is empty
Lifting a stone from the shoulder, she throws

Causing a crack in the bug spattered windshield
The bus driver digs for his insurance card
Grumbles a curse word, his bible forsaken
Just a small pebble and not tossed so hard

She stands at the portal awaiting admission
Watches each eye as she fumbles about
Cheers to herself when her fingers meet plaster
Knows all too well it is no time to shout

Apologies gifted like Christmas in August
Promising beer with a head made of foam
When she appears on the exit step lower
In her left hand she now clutches her gnome

Into the lobby of lemon cake ceilings
Chandeliers glisten like vodka champagne
A tap on the bell wakes the concierge sleeping
“That was my dream!” comes his groggy complain

Currency shoveled the counter of granite
Not yet a bride nor a non-shaven groom
Still it is felt like a pink feathered boa
Lovebirds want cages, these two need a room

Holding his hand as they shuffle the staircase
Ornate the copper reflecting her grace
Wearing a smile that is sheepish and woolen
What waits the night paints the look on her face

He calls the bed, fears his ankles are swollen
She shuts the door to their quarters superb
Then slightly opened for placard replacement
Written in English reads, Do Not Disturb


Here is the link to the first part if you care to read: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/an_unlikely_duo_853814



Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016