Best Glenda Poems
What are the odds
The under
The over
The chance of portraying
Poor Toto
As Rover.
Lions and tigers and bears
Disguised
As their frightening fears.
Friendship discovered
When nobody listens
Somebody hears.
And witches
Like Glenda
How could she offend ya
Such courage
Such heart
a brain.
And a Wizard
Who knew
Was just like me and you
Afraid to admit
He knew not what to do.
I shall end this brief spiel
With a click of the heel
And to those who object
Say…
‘C’MON FOLKS, GET REAL!”
John G. Lawless
©2/18/2023
Categories:
glenda, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
Love in life is ill fated
beauty of love’s face often abated
a rose is a rose no matter the face pose
a rose in a garden is still a rose...
no face of love graced,
faces of life are strife laced
all wilted and covered with mildew
of Excellency of grace…
a rose often glows
in beauty of grace
beauty in a Greek nose
Love often shows...
though a rose is not a nose
nor is love the face pose
for life’s face
is not grace...
Love faced
is love graced
toward we quicken our pace
as we see in a dark mirror…
light of beauty’s grace
though no beauty in life’s race
and a rose is a rose...
regardless of its pose
has a face…
Beauty Graced!
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Note: "It is my belief that everyone was created as Love, whatever
condition that love might currently be in is simply a reflection
of each person's wellness, his past choices, and his ability to
deal with life. Often the inner power of love has been neglected,
disbelieved, abused or denied. A rose in a garden is still a rose,
even if it is wilted and cover with mildew. The weary and troubled
faces you see around you are the faces of those whose love is
broken or denied." 'LOVE WITHOUT END' by Glenda Green
Categories:
glenda, allegory, beauty, rose, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Crumbling crinkly, cracker crumbs
into salty, seafood stew,
Mother made our midday meal.
Fast for favorite food we flew.
Gluttony Glenda gulped a glass
of Linda's lovely, lemon tea.
While Will wolfed down whole walnut meats,
carefully crunching kernels free.
"Savages", sister Susan said.
"Politeness, please," our papa pled.
7/4/14
For Dr. Mehta's contest
Categories:
glenda, parents,
Form:
Rhyme
MY LIFE , MY WIFE.....
Glenda I need to ask you to listen.
You need too hear what I have too say.
Here goes nothin, I need all ur attention when I tell you this...
everyday spent with u is always a blast an adventure, always something new. Never a dual moment,
No matter what we do... Its simply amazing
Filled with everything I need to put a smile on my face
I'm so glad I have found someone that, I can do anything in the world with an share my dreams my life an my love I have too offer.. Its simply amazing I dont think I could be any happier .. .
The words I speak right here r 100% true
An I speak them from with in..
An I want you too know
Ill thank you, for everyday,
Every year, an the moment to moment we share.
U make my heart feel whole,
My breathing easy
Comfortable in any situation..
And that's all hard too do.
This I know ...
An my thoughts well there all about you,
The feeling I have when u hold me.
This next one is my favorite part.
The way ur da last person I see
Before I fall asleep n the first person I see when I awake..
Things such as theses I cherish...
And i wanted you to know...
An you ask me why I love you,
These are a few things you do that make me love you.
An I know in my heart you cherish just the same...
An there's more to say but
I cant find the words to explain..
But i just want too simply say
Thank you for putting ur faith in me,
An marrying me that day...
My heart is i ur hands...
I trust you, n I love you more beyond belief, your my everything....
my fairy tale ....
My happy ever after
My wife...
Categories:
glenda, care, cute love, marriage,
Form:
Ballad
I've had several poets ask who I'd have cast in the roles of characters, so if no one is willing to play along, OR allowed to... I'll still share my thoughts. Since I limited the parts to 3 per character, please know that some of you would've been added to this list, but I didn't want to break my own rule.
TOTO, PULL BACK THE CURTAIN!!!
Dorothy - Tania, Deb M., Anaya
Tin Man - Sheriff K, David K, Mike G (because they are the law in Milton Creek)
Scarecrow- Terry Flood (because of his cover photo and his sense of humor)
Cowardly Lion - I'll just call BS for this one
Wicked Witch - There are 3, but they'd probably try to set me on fire
Glenda-Good Witch - FJ Thomas, Lin Lane, Susan Ashley (perfect candidates)
The Wizard - Tom Cunningham, John Watt, Mo McG (why not a wise woman?)
Uncle Henry - Harry Horseman, Frederic Parker, John Gondolf
Aunty Em- Belle, Paula G., Eve
Munchkins - I thought I'd get volunteers for this role
Toto- Caren K...my only choice because she's as adorable as the little pup
I see no harm in posting this list
despite the one who raised a fist.
If anyone whose name I've used
feels terribly offended or abused,
just let me know and I'll remove it.
Make your own list. Use your wit. (I'd like to see yours, too)
Thanks to those who asked that I post the cast of players.
Categories:
glenda, character,
Form:
Other
I STARTED A JOKE
(But no one is laughing)
Don’t rile me
I’m different you see
For my name is Garry Lee
Full of haughty hypocrisy.
Tried not to change
When I lost my virginity
But my genes so tight
Did but scream out that night
Told me my gender
Should be a Glenda.
So I dream
Yet a joke to all it seems.
At midnight I fantasize
Becoming one with my mirror
Metamorphosis takes place
Opens up a whole new world
To chase,
For I’ve no need to focus
Having said the magical words
Hocus-pocus
from holy hell I’ve broke free
For I am now she
The beautiful, the delectable
Sandra Dee.
© Harry J Horsman 2017
Categories:
glenda, gender, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
I got an ugly duckling pen
that’s always
trying to write pretty sentences
My plain consonant smiles
don’t have a poetic glow beautiful
I have a missing vowel or two,
enamel thoughts in need
of a good fairy to come through
Pretty sentences
are my Glenda ... my Snow White
My beloved Bewitched
If I give my pen a little twitch —
Presto ... bingo Abracadabra!
Got my talking muse carpet flying
out of a writer’s block ditch
Pretty sentences
have such cute adjective pigtails
They can make a grown boy cry,
and make a macho man-child wail
Pretty sentences
brings out the feminine empathy,
hidden beneath the surface,
deep inside the very heart of me
Love passion that’s hot ... sin rejection that’s cold
Feelings not bought, feelings not sold
Pretty sentences found
is word treasure rarer than lost gold
Pretty sentences
always do a polite curtsy
when they come to a gracious end
Just an old-fashioned decent way
to let another shy pen
know they’ve found a new poetic friend
A beautiful rainbow swan
swimming in the same ink pond
with a quill ugly duckling
Categories:
glenda, identity, imagery, poets, ,
Form:
Personification
Sickness fueled my hallucinatory
Visions of Dorothy in red sketchers
The Tin Man had a heart that beat
So loud it was like a marching band
And the Scarecrow with his IQ became
President of the United States
Yes I found Oz. The Lions' courage
Was unmatched to any competitor and
He led soldiers to battle again and again
"Aunty Em" where not in Kansas anymore.
The Flying Monkeys are running the Congress
And the House of Representatives. And Glenda
The Good Witch is the Secretary of State.
Dorothy just wants to go home with Toto.
But tapping those red sketchers together does
Not seem to do the trick. And The Great Oz
In all his glory is somewhere in the whitehouse
Behind a dark curtain. Practicing his mumbo
Jumbo. Yes I found Oz.
Categories:
glenda, imagination,
Form:
Bio
To heal hearts, there are three ways. When waiting to be free so many days. Number one, tears, number two, laughter, number three pouring out fears, to someone who gets it. They just have to listen, and understand the uniqueness between a woman and a man. They have to add their interpretation, so you know they’re not faking it, just because it’s their job while you’re there. But the punctuation mark, for me to see, is you can see it in their eyes, the beginning of one tear, my dear. The more of one, two, and three, you can realize, means your walk can become horizontal in elevation, instead of slanting upward. No longer will you be out on a limb of your own making, while you dangle helplessly. They will throw you a rope, so you can cope. The rope will be made of a smile or two, that lights up when it’s observed in a room. So you know they didn’t fly in on a wicked witches broom. But a good witch from the north, floating in a bubble, like Glenda in the wizard of Oz, will be easier to spot. Her eyes will be open wide and responsive. This is the second strand necessary to sticth squares of a handkerchief size quilt, firmly together. The quilt can keep your hands warm in any kind of weather. You know by the type of quilt that they made it, and were the sender. So they now will care for you, and can trust with your emotional life. Because They’ve lived your strife,
even after an overnight bender. Now Awake from anxiety about their job, and family obligations, they can put those aside to help patients from any neighborhood or nation. Can’t thank them enough for putting up with my bull, and my pull, except by me accepting their gift from their hearts, learning to live and eat better, not be such a tart. Adding years to my life hope they appreciate this poem of thanks, so I can walk the walk, instead of just talking the talk. Signed yours truly, With love, Randolph Byrd, FVP ( Free verse poet)
Categories:
glenda, assonance,
Form:
Free verse
Words
that I scroll
down upon parchment
reflecting on my inner
soul
Feel
the strength of
my written verse now
for all to see and read out
loud
Fill
my heart with
laughter, day to day
Share with me a glass of red
wine
Laugh
together
with me on tiny,
odd, trivial things we shall
find
Joy
in friendship
between you and I
Rejoice in the life that we
share
Oddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1 in five lines, developed by Glenda L. Shank.
crown oddquain - a five stanza oddquain sequence
4th June, 2012 (c)
Categories:
glenda, friendship, me,
Form:
Verse
I asked the wee Munchkins, "Which way do I go?"
Figured since they lived here, they would be in the know.
But they looked at me uncertainly, scared of the witch.
Then realizing she was dead; they did a double take
and said, "Follow the yellow brick road without a hassle,
through the blooming poppy field but stay awake,
then on past the shire you will find an emerald castle."
After a drugged nap among the poppies with new friends,
I'd found along the way; I skipped on the yellow bricks
that came to an abrupt end without paying dividends.
I was definitely lost; not in paradise that was for sure,
but in a place, I soon feared would not take me home.
This was a strange land I'd rather not have to endure.
I'd heard about the wizard, the greatest mind in Oz
but one who never showed his face, for goodness sake!
Toto exposed the rake when he opened the curtain wide,
and there was the Mighty Wizard, where he chose to hide.
Anger raged in my heart, and I chided him for his sham.
Admittedly, he confessed although I knew he was a flake.
Said he wanted to feel important, and his name was Sam.
Now, how was I supposed to get home back to Aunty Em?
My friends found what they needed; I was glad for them.
At least the Scarecrow got a brain. No fear he'd be burned.
The Tin Man had a heart and Lion had courage he'd earned.
I'm thankful for the wicked witch's shiny red ruby slippers
that good witch, Glenda told me I should keep on my feet,
for by clicking their heels would I wake from this nightmare.
I'm in Kansas, but should've wished for Paris, or anywhere!!
Categories:
glenda, humor,
Form:
Free verse
(ah miss bing amiss with former mistress)
Oh Glenda (Miz Gee gee)
years elapsed since, I didst hawk
verboten fruit adrip
from yar verdant bough,
thy strong craven raven
doth still twitter and flip
sans thy testosterone switch,
where woody pecker missus grip
ping re: egret ting prospective
relationship nixed thee
as gull friend material, hip
mistress, though heron eye did pay lip
service verily org*s mic* lee quip
yes...wren doer ring
more'n commit Freudian slip
which peeping cardinal tip
towing thru nested tulip trip
gave balled oriole peck whip
ping lil s*x pistol be
friending chirping pu**y riot
inserting thingmabob
after pants sigh did un zip.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Egg gad unlike rob bin duck cradle
yar mature red breast all aswirl
asper a stationary dreidel
ma** aery ducts mine mouth pursed
yar nipples mine gums did ladle.
Only in memory, aye
hungrily thirst and thirstily hunger
fort deux aureole dye
still affecting this gab
bird, who didst deign
as milquetoast guy.
Whenever this birdman alone
his thoughts metaphorically drone
worm wayward toward
pubic thatch, where
hello kitty doth purr and groan
of quintessentially
kinky coiled hair moan
ning softly as thee
bared naked lady lies prone
admiring pinkish puckered
def flesh tone.
Categories:
glenda, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
The Interrogation of Prince Charming
By Elton Camp
When the prince appears with the charms
The fair maiden blindly falls into his arms
Glenda was a maiden prone to investigate
Before getting into a situation she’d hate
Was it worthwhile to elope with the prince?
She was determined to count the expense
“Have you a castle that belongs only to you
Or will your parents be living in there too?”
“How many ex-wives do you have to support?
Will you agree no new maidens to court?”
“Can you prove that you don’t have STD
Because that is extremely important to me”
“You are just a bit too charming in a way
Are you absolutely sure you aren’t gay?”
Only after Glenda has thoroughly inquired
Did she decide he was the prince she desired
Categories:
glenda, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Tornado blew Dorothy Gale
Across Kansas, her house took sail
Landed with a bug THUMP
On evil witch's rump
I'll try to fill in some detail
Wicked witch got down and dirty
Saying, "I'll get you, my purty,
And your little dog, too.
You killed my sister shrew
Just outside Emerald City!"
Little Munchkins shouted, "HOORAY!"
Then, "Dorothy, go down that way
The road of yellow brick
Hurry, you must be quick
The cruel witch will make you pay!"
So, off she and pup, Toto went
Wondering where she had been sent
This place she couldn't stay
Kansas was far away
On getting home, she was hell bent
Along the way, she met these three
Scarecrow, lion, and tin man, he
was rusted, couldn't speak
Had need to take a leak
She oiled his 'parts' so he could pee
To the Wizard they had to go
Through a poppy field in the snow
For courage and a heart
Brain to make Scarecrow smart
To get Dorothy home, he'd know
But the wicked one said, "No fair!"
And sent her monkeys in the air
To kill the lot of them
It was utter mayhem!
Oh, We Oh. It caused quite a scare!
Toto proved the Wizard a fake
What a commotion that did make
What would Dorothy do?
Glenda to the rescue!
For the child, she did not forsake
She bid farewell to her new friends
The journey gave them dividends
She loved each one of them
But sadly, missed Aunt Em
Almost where this fairytale ends
Glenda waved her wand to entreat
Ruby slippers upon her feet
A click of the red heels
And Dorothy's appeals
She was back in Kansas, Toot Sweet!
Categories:
glenda, fantasy, humor,
Form:
Limerick
(Glenda): :-) I remembered the cookies, but forgot the towels! Oh my!! :-O
(Michelle): :-D That's quite alright, cookies taste better than towels! Said I.
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This happened today, but I just made it rhyme. :)
Categories:
glenda, appreciation, conflict, friendship, funny,
Form:
Couplet