Best Fairs Poems
Iberia, you took my breath away
with fiery gypsy spirit and romance;
with ancient Moorish history and grace;
with everything there is of you to see;
to hear and smell; to feel inside my soul.
Diversity lives splendidly in you!
The ancient cultures beckoned me to you
when, like the Romans, lured from far away,
I came to you and gave to you my soul,
partaking of your passion and romance.
I’d read of you in school and had to see!
How glad I was to come and know your grace.
A mosque in Cordoba reveals your grace,
but I would learn there is much more of you. . .
Cathedrals dressed in gold I was to see.
From palace walls, in awe I’d walk away
to find nearby - in gypsy caves - romance
in music. . . as Flamenco filled my soul!
With passion’s beat resounding in my soul,
I toured Seville, where ladies rode with grace
on horses with their toreadors! Romance
is in the air at Spanish fairs. And you
can make it hard for one to turn away
from all the magic offered there to see.
In northern parts of you, I was to see
The Pyrenees, whose beauty touched my soul,
quaint villages with mountain goats! Away
I went southeast then, greeted by more grace.
Along your coast, I saw a side of you
I grew to love, Valencia’s romance!
And in Madrid, I found my own romance,
a handsome Spaniard. Never would I see
his face again because, in leaving you,
I left him and a small part of my soul.
So much I’d not yet seen of all your grace,
but destiny was calling me away. . .
I yearn to feel romance inside my soul;
breathe history and see again your grace.
Enchanted land, you are so far away!
May 4, 2010 Now used for Thvia Shetley's Foreign Travel Contest
Way back then when I was ten,
those were happy days:
Staying out till it got dark;
kickball was the craze!
Taking walks or riding bikes,
how we loved to go
into town, buy some snacks
or see a picture show.
Late at night in the bedroom,
we’d be whispering.
Dad yelled, “Girls, get to sleep!” but
we kept giggling.
Shouts of joy when school was out!
We could all foresee
three months spread with sun and fun -
our short destiny!
Spraying one another with
hoses felt so cool.
Or we’d spend allowance on
Weed Park Swimming Pool.
Baseball, fairs, church camp, and
picnics where we’d meet
cousins, aunts and uncles -
Such times were a treat.
Family vacation meant
in OUR car were ten!
Not too comfortable, yet I’d
do it all again!
In September, back to school
we all had to go.
Halloween, which I loved, was
‘round the corner though.
Then at last, Christmas parties!
Also I was fond
Of sledding over snow or
skating on the pond.
But my fondest memory
was with family
simply eating popcorn with
Sunday night TV.
For Caren Krutsinger's 'Pure Childlike Fun and Enthusiasm' Poetry Contest
How
I loved
summer fairs -
the cool night wind
in my hair as I
twirled on the tilt-a-whirl
or climbing into sky. . . then
descending at lightening speed,
stomach leaping at the thrill of it;
I was buzzed, wishing it would never end.
My fifty-ninth birthday at the state fair,
I sampled again the drug I craved
when I bought two tickets for rides.
But my pleasure was short-lived.
By the second ride and
feeling nauseous, I
had to accept
I’d taken
my last
ride.
Written 2/25 For the Two Lenses Poetry Contest of Sara Kendrick
(sing to tune of Hush Little Baby)
Hush, little PD, don't say a word.
Nathan's gonna buy you a mocking bird.
If that bird makes fun of you....
that's what that bird is supposed to do!
Take that bird and trade it in.
Buy yourself a coat made of leopard skin.
Take great care to not go out
anywhere that PETA might be about.
You could get hit in the head.
PETA activists can sure see red.
If a new coat you don't need,
how about a new cat, Persian breed?
If that cat sheds too much hair,
have Nathan take you out to a fair.
Fairs are fun. You can't go wrong.
Are you fast asleep yet from this dumb song?
If you're not, I have to say....
your insomnia is here to STAY.
Written by Andrea on Oct. 22, 2012
For Send me to sleep....... Poetry Contest
Happy ZZZZZZZZs to you, PD
Queens are all over, and there are festivals, parades, banners and stuff.
I wanted to be Corn Queen once, but they chose a girl from Council Bluff.
Our phenomenal state fairs have a bunch of pageants galore.
We watch these winners parade in with titles, banners, and more.
Miss Atom was fine, looked great in her huge science lab.
Everyone was glad she got it, for she had the gift of gab.
Ms. Plastic Surgery had lips that kept falling off,
So her title was given to Miss Whopping Cough.
The men have their own competitions, of course.
Some bring their own cow, their llama or horse.
Mr. Cowboy for the West part of the state,
Was given a chilly reception, being six minutes late.
Stripped of his title, it pleased his first runner up.
Who had also won Mr. Lassie and Mr. Buttercup.
Mr. Elf on the Shelf was irritated ‘because he thought he had it.
Mr. Emergency laughed, for he was named Mr. Bad It.
Mrs. Hostess Snowball wore snowballs strategically placed,
And Mrs. Not—Ever-Ready wore a corny veil ribboned with lace.
Queens and Kings, running around, winning titles fast and furiously.
To put on their resume’s or job applications? I am guessing curiously.
Not being in a pageant, myself, I truly do not understand.
But there are contests for queens and kings all over our land.
Showing off titles, and banners and stuff.
Here is Mrs. Wart Hog cemetery. Her hide is tough!
There's a tiny monster gliding in the air
Whoever you are, it shows no spare
Swiftly quaffing the earth's unstained blood,
it resolved to bury a raft of bodies under the pleading mud.
Missiles are aimed at an eclipsed enemy
Trying to discover home in this endless journey
Warriors are rifled with
rigour
Not caring for a cut or a blister.
School drums went dumb
Town fairs said no welcome
Smiles and lives are masked
Tears and fears are hiked.
A son was buried while his mother quarantined
A husband died miles away leaving his wife estranged
The empty stadiums engulfed the players' sky-high spirits
Innocent lives are turning to dust every few minutes.
It's transient my child! It's all transient.
Short-lived are these strong winds
Ephemeral are these hot waves
Cry not in the dark night
Smiles re-bloom upon winning this fight.
Every bud blooms after the rain as a norm
It's time to be an eagle and rise above the storm
To see a sunny sky
To hear a baby cry
For a glimpse of daylight
And a soft kiss at midnight
For a cool drink of water
And a smile from my daughter
To have the blues on the run
And to get a hug from my son
On and on there is so much more
For the stars up above
To have someone to love
To have my income tax filed
To see the eyes of a child
To have some coffee or tea
And the chance to be free
For a roller coaster ride
To watch the evening tide
These are things I'm thankful for
To ride a passenger train
And to stand out in the rain
To take a long summer's walk
Sit on the back porch and talk
To put a puzzle in place
And feel an angel's embrace
To build a bridge that won't burn
And watch a soldier's return
The list goes on, there is so much more
To attend county fairs
And to say evening prayers
To see the first robin in spring
And listen to a bluebird sing
To climb a mountain, stand and wonder
See the lightning, hear the thunder
To start everyday anew
And know that I have you
These are things I'm thankful for.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!
Be my star,
the twinkle in my life
the little light to my darkness
the diamond in my sky
Be my shooting star,
take my wishes and soar with them
take my dreams and aspirations and keep them
take my heart and hold on to it
Be my star,
the shining in my life
the bright smile on a dark night
the hope in my day that turn to nights
Be my shooting star,
take my joy and save it for me
take my love and preserve it
take my life and be apart of it
Be my star,
the remaining of warmth and a clod night
the hope that day will never come, because of fairs of losing you
the reasons for my existence
Be my star, My shooting star!!!!
It is okay to mourn
the rapid speed by which this treacherous virus
caught us off guard
Now we cope, we survive, some better than others
And for so many, too many
the dignity of dying has been denied
After a life long-lived, you were left to meet the great beyond alone
cut off from those who were in your precious circle
We grieve for you
We grieve for lost moments and time that cannot be recaptured
Crowded malls, movie theater lines, standing sweaty shoulder to shoulder
in packed concert halls and bars
nodding simultaneously to familiar tunes
We grieve the mundane, predictability of our former world
Crammed in trains with intoxicated hockey fans en route to the big game
We mourn the cold we braved together
the obnoxious fans of the other team
the homeless percussionist banging out beats for bread
on their white, plastic bucket snare drum
The fairs and festivals
The planes and anticipation of travel and adventures to come
I miss you deeply
my flawed, beautiful human society of the pre-virus days
I am sickened by what this virus has done to us
You made us divided and filled our heads with wild conspiracies
You kept us trapped in our echo chambers
You drove us apart when we most needed to stick together
You wore out our battle wearied soldiers of the front line
risking it all to keep us well
to be a last connection to the human world before fading into eternity
We can never forget what you have meant for us all
It is okay to grieve my beautiful people
We will
one day
be given back some version of our former world
it will look and feel different
We will have lost great people along the way
there are more days to fight
God speed.
It is the change of the season
Summer has left-Autumn is here
The days will begin to be longer
The summer weather is gone
Autumn will bring cooler cold air
Now a huge weather change
Time for sweaters and jackets
Autumn has country fairs
Everyone enjoys them
Also the bright color leaves
To enjoy the beautiful season
Oh! A must a hay ride in the
farmer's field
When I was a child,
horses raced across my consciousness
like storm chased clouds.
They sprung from my crayons
onto a blank pages,
horse words filled reams of paper
in my exercise books.
Every book written about them was worn,
read and re-read,
stained with dirt from my grubby hands.
I schemed,
prayed to gods-indeterminate,
to have one of my own.
On screens of black and white,
their images smudged, movement’s jerky,
manes and tails flying,
hero’s rode into myth.
They were magical
in an un-magical world.
A world of loneliness,
an earthquake world,
where each step
might lead to nothingness,
a gray concrete world
of uncertainty and pain.
The dreams of a little girl
who would seek them
at fairs and carnivals,
where poor ponies stood patiently,
look for them along the road
during our many moves.
Would find them in any town
we stayed in, however bleak.
Would work all day at a barn
just to smell or touch them,
joy of joy to be able to ride one.
I knew that each one was a safe place to be,
to hold all the love I could give,
with my arms around their neck
my head on their shoulder,
not once rejected.
Impermanent and fleeting as it was,
I knew that they were a safe haven.
We grew up listening to the same conversations
We were introduced to the same ideas, and ideals
Our background was absolute and firm. Christianity is the only way
Daddy did not agree, but Mom ruled us twins and our world
We both married young, my sister settled in a similar place
Where people believed in one way, one opinion, one language.
They did not worry about Kwanzal, Chanukah or New Age views
They were content, and agreeable with each other.
I attended psychic fairs, studied the tarot, runes, spirit animals
I was beginning to agree with Daddy’s “odd views” He can astral travel.
Mom would say things like this to him as he left for his pretend church
“Say a whoopee doo for me, but don’t drink the Kool-Aid.”
My sis has different spiritual beliefs, different ideas, and diverse values.
My social page is filled up of Republicans, Democrats and Liberals.
Her social page is full of hatred for all Democrats and all Liberals.
And me, her identical twin sister, the most liberal person on the planet?
We used to be extremely close, enjoying the same things.
We raised our children in different ways, and we rarely speak.
I adore her, and I know she loves me
We used to share our ideas and our life daily.
Now we barely talk once a month.
And I am the one who dials the phone.
It is rather sad.
* Weird Science *
With pens he walks
Pocket Protectors to protect his chest
Taped up glasses on his face
Pull his pants down, call him a GEEK a NERD
Science -relativity theory and it's light speed from space
Experiment this- discover that, is how scientist rant
Brainy cats have so many open portals in their minds
You talk down to us as if we carry the brains of a bird
Do you really think we are all blind,
for not caring over the objectives principles of the Heisenberg?
You passed each and ever single science fairs in class
Feeding your ego collecting dots
After school you earned the right when a bully kicked your a$$!
A DORK calling your self the Math Magician King
Burning and crashing our minds explaining the physics of dying fast
Using your Quantum Leap that our universe comes with a destiny string
No desire to be wired who needs your further scientific understanding
Life comes with a pattern in which we once lived electricity free
Ironically your scientific process of defining itself continues to expand
Supported by the measurements and masses only you NERDS understand
The power points of our so called energy,
is pointless to me like our so called gravity.
The tale you spin is not of love but a twisted one of insanity
God is the only scientific knowledge I want to perceive!
All you so called scientist, riding the lightning like Benjamin F.
Take the bolt and tie it like a noose around your neck
Following your own perception while you feed off the sheep
Here you come to emerge to discipline us with your mind of a genius
You come and you bash us with NERD brain waves to explain!
That this world revolves around the elements and laws of scientific claims
Research this- research that- who gives a cr@p we still die at the end
While life continues, to grow and manipulate our fate, about the universe
Unsolved facts about Einstein, who left his velocity of change for us to comprehend.
Instead of trying to rule the world, explain the facts why things keep getting worse?
Over exaggerating the excitement of an Ancient Mayan 2012 discovery curse.
Bottom line you scientific quacks,
the real Celestial body is found on the bottom of my crack.
By; P.D. ( LOL, I love Science )
"Awesome beauties of fall never deface,
autumnal pictures of natural grace.
Scarlet, yellow, russet and brown,
leaves of various colors all around.
Summer rightfully fairs one well,
as sweetly as spring graces with its smells.
Beauty faces of autumn never fail,
as a summer growth graces just as well,
leaving winter splendors, all to quell."
Thoughts roll around inside my head
forever churning and turning
like a compost pile for a garden's spread
I miss so many things about writing
those things now long gone
part of my history
Silly lyrics that express a form of emotion
when did this carousel stop turning
and who ate all the cotton candy
There are so many things I wish I could say
over coffee just making small talk about fairs and such
but I do not trust my friends to care
I try to remain loyal to all I know that remains a stone
even though stones do not talk or express emotion
my life is like the sands of the sea
I think next time I shall ride a seahorse
looking into the bright mirrors with candy apple smiles
but I know I will never go to a fair again sand is now, my life