Best Deck Poems
The pale face of nature, of flowers and treetops
Has been lost without color, behind frost in the meadow
Under snow on the fence post, and the ice on the willow
So tattered and bobbing, and weary of hiding
So weary of biding her time in the fog
Tired of the doldrums, tired of the ho-hums , and weary of crying...
The pale face of nature, of gardens in springtime
Will drink in this morning, to find it surprising!
A lekker arrival !!
Of sunkissed horizons
Is blissfully welcomed with gold in the morning
All smitten with cheer !
Trees lean to the side
Drunk on the sun
Lifting their branches
And keeping it near
I long for it too
As I move out my chair
From under the shade
To drink in the sun
After dark winter days
To welcome it here
A lekker arrival
Is speckled in sunshine
I find it to be fine, to bask on my deck!
I'll poke out my neck to soak in the bliss
And what could be better than this? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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For Suzette's Contest: "LEKKER"
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From
our pink deck with a Jarra cocktail table-set
We sit awaiting sunset with an
‘Hawaiian absence’ of seagulls
As dusk comes with violet echoes
across the spotted water,
from the resturaunts
comes a wine hubbub - table- laughter
Mountains, marshmallowed
in occasional cloud on this still night-
constant torchlight on quiet water
un-moving palms, paddle sounds
A swanky stingray drifts past
A shadowed water taxi
and strangers who wave at us
Suzanne Delaney
Declared debris? ... O' woe is me!
I am a just a chubby club of three..
Beyond the two, ... before the four
Not the card I hoped to be
If I could choose, I'd be much more!
I’d wear a crown, and be the king
But, what the heck….the deck is stacked!
A crying shame…to have a name
that holds no pride, and sad effect
is that I hold no claim to fame!
Even twos get twice the fame!
Just plain ole’ me..
Not five, not eight, not nine, not ten,
I’m hardly worth a chip to bet
Just a three of clubs…and chubby too
A chubby club! Oh! Woe is me! …
A plain old three of clubs I am
And I get snubbed, at poker games
No one really cares for me
They toss me in among the crowd
Of royalty and joker smiles
Ace defends his rightful place
Dueces often party wild!
I shuffle in, in lower case
Get pushed around the dealer’s place
Those sevens poke their hearts and spades
Into my face! It's a disgrace!
A racist bunch! … Why must it be?
The diamonds sparkle in the light
Those snobby queens don’t flirt with me
The hearts, in fact, get all the love
Old Jack, the leader of the pack
hangs out with only rowdy spades
The odds are stacked against my name
Even when I’m old and gray
I will shuffle in, worn, bent, and frayed,
And while they play their poker game
Some day they’ll use me as a peg
Folded over several ways
To fix that wobbly table leg!
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Submitted for PD's Contest : 101 Old Poems in a Row #7
Christmas lights are blinkin',
Glowin' and a'twinklin',
Hang the Yuletide Holly...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Christmas cards we're writin',
Oh, it's so excitin',
Hang up all the Stockings...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Christmas bells are ringin',
Carolers are singin',
Wait for Christmas morning...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Little eyes are peekin',
For the things they're seekin',
Santa is a coming...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Leave some cookie treasure,
For the Old Elf's pleasure,
A glass of milk for Santa...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Reindeer are a prancin',
On the roof they're dancin',
Listen for the Sleigh Bells...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Christmas moon is showin',
On the snow it's glowin',
Soon he'll be a'comin'...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Tomorrow is Christmas ... the Day we Celebray.
Tomorrow is Christmas ... with Presents 'neath the tree.
Tomorrow is Christmas ... Tomorrow is Christmas,
Tomorrow is Christmas ... The Day we long to see!
Deck the Yuletide Halls
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather
By warming fires and in the apparel of amber scented candlelight.
Wreaths of Holly and of ivy grace the halls - a visitor’s delight
Red poinsettias – white or pink – surely memory’s treasures
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
A Snowdrop Tree, Jerusalem Cherry sugarplum visions of Snowberry White
Garlands twined of fir or pine in seasonal decorations endeavors
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather.
Evergreens wear twinkling lights against the winter’s withering might -
Frankincense perfumes the boughs and laughs in merry measure –
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights.
Christmas Cactus in neon blooms for a wond’rous sight
Cyclamen deck the halls along with colorful Yuletide heathers
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather.
All nature bows before the Word who spoke their nascent birth in light
Strike the harp, join the Christmas chorus – joy, goodwill and peace invite
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
By warming fires and in the apparel of amber scented candlelight.
12-8-20
Contest: Deck the Halls
Sponsor: Joseph May
The sheep stood on the burning deck, when all but he had fled
Someone had placed the captain's hat upon his woolly head
So bravely stood the sheep upon his first and last command
Promoted to high station and to duty's dire demand.
Beyond the ship to starboard, he surveyed the churning sea
And the crew, all in their lifeboats, working furiously,
To gain a good safe distance, they rowed both fast and well
So they would not go down with the ship beneath the final swell.
Comes the moment, comes the sheep and, as the captain on the deck,
The sheep stood in command, but with a rope tied round his neck
As the waves came lapping up and all the flames went dying down
It sank beneath the waves with the sheep and his proud crown.
Tomorrow it will be your turn.
Your turn to be beaten.
To get bruised.
To bleed.
Because you are wrong.
The wrong sex.
The wrong color.
Just wrong.
Tomorrow is your turn.
Your turn to be mocked.
To be shamed.
Because of how you look.
...or don't look.
To be harassed.
To be chastened and disowned.
By everyone you love.
Because of who you love.
...or don't love.
Tomorrow is your turn.
Your turn to lose:
Your job.
Your house.
Your dignity.
Your turn to beg and be ignored.
Because of what you wear.
...or don't wear.
Where you live.
...or don't live.
Tomorrow is coming.
And it will be your turn.
Your turn to get the letters.
The ones that tell you to die.
To kill yourself.
Because of who you are.
...or aren't.
Not because of anything you've chosen.
Not anything you've done.
...or not done.
Just because it's your turn.
And as bad as tomorrow is going to be
For you.
For others,
Tomorrow is just a repeat of today.
Back each eve, his shadow-like huge,
black panther shadow comes, then sotly leaves.
In those bright, alarm lights,
My cat notices and on my couch
alights.
Two calicos having a visit and so,
He then with utter sweetness goes.
I call it now, my deck of dreams,
When I observe this feline team.
Animals have messages for us, if we listen
closely and well.
Indigenous people of this do tell!
Thus, if any animal comes your way.
Turn off the news,as he might just for
you have, something profound to say!
12/9/2020
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USS Midway
Single A Home run Derby
San Diego Bay
The light in the night falls slowly upon weathered decks
We have placed the dead man on a plank and wrapped him in cheesecloth
The rain stops and starts
It doesn’t seem to care that he is dead
Captain Powder is the priest as the other died two years ago
He’s no priest but at sea he’ll have to do
We gather ‘round a scurvy crew and do our best to remember our prayers
Old One Eye Joe was not a favorite around here.
His one eye made it hard to work the ropes with him as he had no perception.
T’was always a bloody hard days to think about going up there with him
And of course time took it course and he missed roped.
To the deck he fell
A good 40 feet…not much to look at after that, but then again he never was.
So why do I tell you tale.
Well if your goings to do work then takes heed of your mates.
Because Mother Nature don’t always deal straight from the deck.
A snail crosses
along a razor's edge,
from it's past, complete.
To it's futures, separate.
And just before it's twin selves
slide down the opposite sides
of a steely wall
it's last thought
captures the totality
of it's trek.
The atom in the
quantum corral,
a mirage of the discrete,
or a sum total of all?
Deck chairs and boats
in a Duchampion universe.
How would our own years
be viewed,
ninety degrees
from the razor's edge?
Deck The Halls
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On
Christmas
carols echoed in the hall
Merriment and celebratory mood
put us all in swinging gaiety with the singers
We sang with the choristers at the midnight mass with
clanging cymbals
Past sorrows were shut out
Our neighbourers exuberant faces
warmed our blood by forgiving and forgetting
the spears and barbs of the dead days as bygone stories
Zealously we were
spreading happiness of sharing
in the lonely world of the less fortunate
by becoming the forerunners of our benevolent Santa Claus
making a toy land of the homeless and joy land of our parched souls
We at sixteen each
held lit candles
decking our lives
with unfortunate
Carols and candles
chorused unknown
into the unknown
Contest : Christmas Carols- Deck The Hall
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
December 15, 2015
Sometimes we draw,
the card from the deck,
a pain in de rissole,
painful as heck,
fate fakes the magic,
And fatal we swoon,
prearranged so tragic
ironic the tune,
till we do our time in the sack,
no escape no going back,
till we escape from the light of the moon?
a sanity attack,
and over all too soon,
alas and bloody alack... don
Gave Away One
Got Back Two
One Red
One Blue!
The Christmas Spirit is in the air.
Santa’s workshop is very busy tonight.
Elves will handle the gifts with care.
To bring cheer to children everywhere,
Getting each toy delivered is Santa’s plight,
The Christmas Spirit is in the air.
No Douglas fir in the world would be left bare.
Kids from all over will feel sunny and bright.
Elves will handle the gifts with care.
Santa and his head elf are quite the pair.
Rudolph is ready for an amazing flight.
The Christmas spirit is in the air.
Spreading Christmas cheer is a joint affair.
Santa and his helpers are a beacon of light.
Elves will handle the gifts with care.
It will be such a magical time to share
because of its splendor this night.
The Christmas spirit is in the air.
Elves will handle gifts with care.
Contest: Deck The Halls
Sponsor: Joseph May
12/01/2020