Best Macintosh Poems
Robins sing joyfully to the morning sun,
hidden behind the pale white summer flowers,
up in that old basswood tree out back
Splish splash splish
sounds of the sprinkler
water the now lush green grass
smells of freshly popped popcorn
fragrantly blow in the warm west wind
reminding me that today is the farmer's market.
I head on over and I'm instantly overwhelmed
by vibrant deep red vine-ripe tomatoes
an abundance of yellow and white bi-color corn
bright bushels of green sweet peepers,
(I'm definitely stuffing some tonight).
there are dark purple plums
Macintosh and Granny Smith apples
and my favorite,
delicious, mouth watering, succulent peaches.
That's when I see her
her long dark hazel hair
brushing her exposed smooth shoulder
standing right there
picking out that perfect peach
I sidle up and ask her how she knows
how she knows which one is ripe
she grabs my hand ( I nearly faint)
and shows me how to grip one
squeezing just right
not too soft
not to tight
flirting and exploring
laughing and enjoying
the first of many smiles
lasting throughout that night
Categories:
macintosh, love,
Form:
Free verse
Oh Lord, Our Heavenly Father of all creation
We rely on you in all tribulations of life
Hope you will come down to touch and heal
Our bleeding hearts, for your mercy exceeds all bounds
You cannot turn your eyes when your children sob in agony,
You cannot but mend our torn and splintered hearts
When fears and tensions swivel and rake us
Shaking the very hinges of our existence
Anchor our minds to faith to proclaim with conviction
That you alone are our sole armor and refuge
That in every trial of ours, you will be there by our side
You are the only one who can gauge the depth of our pain
You are the only one who knows our weaknesses
We entreat you to heal our hurts and purge our hearts
When numerous sins and vices tacitly remain
So that we shall shine in your grace and grow in your love
When we stagger under the heavy weight of life
And when no one is around to ease our grief
We see you standing lovingly within our reach
With hands held out beckoning us with assurance of relief
Like a loving father out and out to help his wayward kids
You are the great Shepherd who will never desert his herd
But will come searching for the missing lambs
When our legs grow weary with every forward step
Oh, come and carry each of these staggering lambs
Lend your hand in our tightrope walk, that if fallen
We can spring back and hop, without getting maimed
Grant us true light that we will not grope in dark alleys
We know, the opulence of this transient world
Can never ever fill our hearts or give us lasting joy
It is in Thy love, we find our life’s whole comfort
It is on your shoulders, we want to lower our burden
When the skies are cloudy, when burdens are heavy
Oh, friends, tell yourselves never to feel troubled,
With such a great savior around
When we are lost, He will kindly lead us home
Solve our problems if we partake in His love
And shelter us in his great bastion, day and night
Brian Strand 1090 Poetry Contest
Feb.24. 2022
Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina MacIntosh
Categories:
macintosh, cheer up, encouraging, god,
Form:
Free verse
I wash my hands, I wash my hands, I put on a shirt, make sure it is right,
I adjust my tie, it has to be straight, I look in the mirror, it is straight!
I turn around, glance at my back, I polish my shoe, it is shinning black,
I give the mirror, another final check, It is time to get to the office desk !
I get into the car, wear the seat belt, I start my car it is quarter to eight,
I have doubt? have I locked my door? I stop my car, check the front door!
I go back to the car before I start- A doubt? did I close the kitchen window?
I walk back inside, the window is closed! I am back in my car, then I stop the car.
I have a doubt? did I put on burglar alarm? I go back to make sure alarm is on!
Finally I am on my way to my office, driving at speed limit on inside lane,
at the office boss looks me with disdain!
The boss asks me reason I am late? I smile and lie- “its something I ate!!!”
with time my boss why so very obsessed?? to have me work there, he is so blessed!!!
obsessed, bigoted he is such a snob! I am a simple guy, just doing my job!!!
written 30/03/2021
Obsessed poetry competition
Regina MacIntosh sponsored
under 20 lines.
Categories:
macintosh, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Round heels of crumpets,
aromatic lavender jam.
Poached eggs in a skillet,
succulent portions of ham.
An awakening stretch had heralded
a yawn mouthed long and loud.
While rain fell down in splatters
from the dark pewter clouds.
Dated Macintosh slicker,
hoary exhausted gum boots.
Tenacious steps into nature
in search of family and roots.
The fallacies of the wind
twists hair into long plaits.
Across wide fields of enchantment
new journeys await.
Categories:
macintosh, food, imagination, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Crispy Macintosh Apples
Red with Sunset hue
Peeled and sliced on the bias
Soaked in apple dew ;
Maple syrup, Too
Oven Baked
Sniff!
Inspired By "Barbara Gorelick's Contest :
" Harvest Foods Epulaeryu "
Categories:
macintosh, art, food, nature, seasons
Form:
Epulaeryu
Apple Pickin Time
The air is cool
Wind is swift
smell makes me drool
of apple crisp.
The trees are heavy
full of ripe fruit
or apple betty
warm and good
Apple pies everywhere
cooling on sills up high
wafting aroma in the air
other smells need not apply
Cider flowing in my cup
fresh from nearby mills
just one way is not enough
heating chases chills
Eating apples out of hand
A true joy sublime
Macintosh and Cortland
It's apple pickin time.
This time of year beckons
to all near and far
our culinary weapons
Apples are the star
So not to be forgotten
with heavy heart sublime
Ignorance is not an option
It's apple pickin time
Categories:
macintosh, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
Oil Painting 4 & 5 Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Annie plays alone at the beach,
Sand sloping down to the sea,
What beautiful golden hair she has,
Daddy says she reminds him of me.
Gentle sprays of windy mist,
Condensation within the air,
Relieving her from the heat,
Wearing her new beachwear.
Tips and toes and skipping around,
Little girl with an imagination,
So content and satisfied,
With looks of fascination.
Ready to skip stones with her daddy,
While I gaze at their wonderous bond,
Here and there and to and fro,
Pebbles begin soaring toward beyond.
She grabs the basket for lunch,
Watermelon and MacIntosh apples,
"Don't eat too fast my dear,"
Our constant swimming battle.
But right before we decide to go,
She tosses me the frisbee toy,
I toss back the plastic disc,
Oh, the beach is full of joy!
Written By: Laura Urbaniak
Date: November 21, 2015
Categories:
macintosh, beach, childhood, fun, girl,
Form:
Quatrain
PIE HARD
the meringue explodes
squishes twixt heroes bare toes
and the pieman laughs
lemon gel hits cop
on the crusty street down low
“join the party, pal”
Christmas is a time
to pie hard, “yippee ki yay”
with model wise guys
bad apples at large
the hero’s jotting down names
for a half-baked plot
temperature rising
the elevator opens
Macintosh is dead
momentum of pie
thief loses his grip...forfeits
a victory slice
11/19/2018
PUNNY HOLIDAY PIES CONTEST
SPONSOR - Michelle Faulkner
Snippets loosely based on “Die Hard”
Categories:
macintosh, humorous,
Form:
Choka
Greenslopes
Greenslopes Army hospital was ,
For the returned soldiers cos,
They needed repatriation,
For war causes sickness of,
BEWARE
Bronco-Don was there again,
Suffering trauma and the pain,
Till a scan was sought because,
THEY
Put his head in a vice like grip,
Said it wouldn’t hurt a bit
Pumped in dye, bad hurt, Tom-Twit,
But Johnson didn’t cry,
THEY
Took his head out of the stocks,
HE
Grabbed the specialist by his frock,
Strangled him right to the floor,
“you said it wouldn’t hurt for sure?”
near death came as a shock,
for doctor macintosh,
bad Johnson evermore,
his bloody lot,
the score,
SOMETIMES THE BLOOD GETS HOT,
You bastards know whaffor….
Don Johnson
Categories:
macintosh, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
I see
I see pictures on a blank canvas.
I see images inside your image.
I see the tranquility within the madness.
I see a beautiful world only I can envisage.
I see words where none are written.
I see winter gardens on a mid-summers afternoon.
I see Macintosh before it was ever bitten.
I see colours of sunlight when all illumination is from a moon.
I see history designing your future.
I see the past repeating here and now.
I see technology; forever advancing roots of a router.
I see an empty space, with floating ice mountains in the background.
I see Fuji rising over Emoji.
I see all in jigsaw pieces.
I see connections where no attachment should be.
I see the perpetual wave;
Beauty never ceases.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
macintosh, age, beauty, image, imagery,
Form:
Starlight of my Life
When you found me I was
Lost, teary and alone
Alike a fledgling bird
Fallen out from its home.
From the first moment on
I felt I’d found a friend
You, my true love only
Helped a damaged heart mend.
You showed love is the way
To finding happiness
To rejoice and to sing
For all life’s blessedness.
You set my heart aflame
Poetry in motion
With a love that’s deeper
Than the deepest ocean.
There’s no star out in space
That sparkles as you do
You are a leading light
I’ll always follow you.
You’re starlight of my life
Charming prince of my dreams
I’ll love you forever
Till moon beams cease to stream.
9th September 2021
The One Who Touched My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina MacIntosh
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Categories:
macintosh, heart, love, star,
Form:
Quatrain
While Mr. Bartlett was heard to declare,
"I will be famous. I've found a new pear!"
He was nothing compared to Mr. Newton,
Who found the first fig tree with some fruit on!
When next in a biscuit, he rolled it,
Enhancing its flavour. Gourmets extolled it!
Next came a gardener who saw the rain
Run off apples he grew. Leaving no stain!
Seeing their clean red skin, remarked "Oh Gosh!"
The right name for this brand is "MacIntosh!"
Next came a woman who reached her zenith
When they named a green apple, "Granny Smith!".
With even complexion, and no rumpling,
‘Twas an apple perfect for making a dumpling!
Then a little girl not to be outdone,
Said to her Father in a bit of fun,
I’d like to name that sweet English plum.
I’ll call it Victoria, after my dear old Mum!
Next a sweet, red cherry, they named Bing,
After a soft crooner who loved to sing,
Who cares if it's true? At least it’s romantic.
Besides, let’s not be too pedantic!
Was this how most fruit names were given?
First, folks found they were resolutely driven
To put their name to a specific fruit.
Then came others who quickly followed suit!
Whether we like the results, most agree,
It's how some things are named. Will always be!
But should you develop a fruit like a pear,
Your name must be worthy for it to bear.
Can you imagine the grief begotten
If your name should be Ava Rotten?!
Rhymer Aug 25th, 2016
Categories:
macintosh, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
Let my remains be not mourned or wasted
Entombed, cremated, sautéed or basted
Enriching the soil below
Where lush apple trees grow
I'll be in the best Macintosh anyone's tasted!
If one were laid beneath an apple tree
Very nourishing that would surely be
Apple pie to die for
From an earthling's deep core
Whose epitaph could read “Bon Appetit."
Added Limerick by Belle Bellevue
10/21/22
Categories:
macintosh, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Rock~paper~scissors
Cool mixing of the rock an paper,
Atlantis scorn, not their caper,
the Irish in their Macintosh,
were there with paper, rock to squash.
Run out of toilet paper.
Rock no shock, defeats the scissors still,
watch out for the paper, will?
Rock an stock will slap your ear,
There isn’t any bloody beer,
But are you fearful, chill.
Forget perhaps the scissors clash,
the rock was looking smug,
the paper wrapped around his dash,
saying “I’m just here to hug.”
But he was Pashed.
for pd's rock paper scissors contest
Categories:
macintosh, adventure
Form:
Limerick
My beloved poet - a Victorian bard,
who took my breath away with his fascinating works,
when as a teenager I fell in love with poetry,
romantic and passionate.
a poet from Victorian era
who hypnotized me
with a very different kind of gripping poetry -
dramatic, subtle, philosophical, and metaphysical,
an exploration in the complex and turbulent minds!
I admired the story of a captivating Duchess who was gone,
but smiled an intriguing smile from a portrait -
envied forever by her resentful husband!
a dark side of mysterious love for Porphyria,
a stunningly beautiful woman, purely in love,
shockingly strangled by her psychotic lover,
who after this heinous act,
asks for forgiveness from merciful God!
and I got completely carried away by the way,
using plain children's vocabulary,
the outstanding poet narrated the powerful legend of a Piper,
who using his magically bewitching pipe,
took revenge on the deceiving townfolks -
who didn't keep their promises.
dramatic monologue -
the creative form of psychological portraiture
I fell in love with, along with the creator -
Robert Browning!
January 18, 2023
Inspired by "My Beloved Poet" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Macintosh
Categories:
macintosh, love, poetry,
Form:
Free verse