Best Pompoms Poems
As dark canvas unfurls bit by bit
Randomly gulping down acrylic paints of dusk
To satisfy his own thirst, not for long, to sprawl
Into a magical cosmos - flapping his dark wings atop
Swirling soft fair clouds that rock and roll
Through gray-black, myriad dazzling stars so
Idyllic, and artistically spilt sparkling stardust
Charm the sky as if shiny pompoms and buttons;
Night sky lights up my gloomy mind:
In its artsy glory, I savour a tick of tranquil clock;
Glowing bright, stars and moon transmit rays of
Harmony. Aw! tiny drops of opals and diamonds
Thrown arbitrarily at pitch-dark canvas as if
Showcasing splash liquid art - so bright and brilliant;
Knitting a charcoal-black fabric of captivating stars and moon,
Yay! our night sky is shining, inspiring my bardic pupils.
Date: 01/13/2023
Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Winter Roses - Mystic 11-8-25
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Winter Roses
white winter roses
amid the wrath of blizzards ~
born in summer wombs
seeds baptized by rain
birthed in warm breaths of sunlight ~
autumnal surprise
frosty solstice queen
dressed in a gown with sequins ~
winks with aurora
pink frost party dress
hues of jewel tones glitter ~
cold winter thriller
magical snowbells
descendants of vernal joy ~
wears chilly bloomers
peppermint ice roams
with soft pompoms like snowballs ~
stays to kiss springtime
polestar spreads her seeds
as tempest breath turns sultry ~
artic roses sleep
mystical flower
a rose blooms at the manger ~
yuletide miracles
Deep purple dahlias - plush garden zen
steeps in the moonlight hours. Zappiest buds
sleep in their flower beds - beautiful dreams.
Keep of dazzling pompoms - perpetual studs.
Blaze of royal beauty ~ reign of kindness.
Praise of Queen of Autumn in twilight’s dim.
Sways, the ornamental puffs, sowed in dirt.
Daze of youth plucking stem. Love’s princely whim.
6/10/2021
Contest: Lento 8 Lines
Sponsor: Joseph May
Let's Hear It
Growing up a teen in the 60s
A Baby boomer baby I'm known
High school was like stepping into another world
Of fun sports to join, watch, and stir
Class spirit Homecoming football games
Proms with the big white mums glittering on chiffon dresses
Basketball, volleyball, track, and cheerleading
With pompoms in my hands, loud cheers, and chants
Summer swimming, surfing, and lying out on the beach
Getting that golden amber tan was always fun
Miniskirts, tight sweaters, scarfs, and boots
Sock hops parties, and vinyl records,
Bowling, and parking at the drive in theater
College turned things around
I looked at life different
Studying and working to fund my hobbies
My passion became my job a business that I dearly love
2/5/2016
“Woe is me,” when football season closes
Crimson Tide lost in a sea of roses
Tampa Bucs, Tide, Seminoles
To “off” my remote just strolls
I’ll use TM for football osmosis
My Coach Bowden-signed football is glass-encased
How do I endure the trauma I’ve faced?
With my pompoms cast aside
“Six-month drought!” I cried
“It would hurt less to have my face replaced.”
*Entry for Susan’s “Drama Queen” contest.
Pompoms
October game
America’s football
An extension of cheerleaders
Happily, gleefully thrown into air
Captivating the crowd’s magic
These fluttering streamers
Landing in piles
Pompoms
I know that something's going on-
my mama's acting very strange.
She seems so happy moving things-
then brings a tree into our house!
On it, she's hanging balls and lights,
long ropes of beads and candy canes;
and pretty boxes, large and small,
with big red bows, are placed below.
But now, she comes to brush me up!
And all at once, here on my head,
she puts a silly, woolly, cap...
with pompoms dangling by my paws!
I guess I must put up with this-
pretending surely- I don't care.
Just close my eyes- for it's okay-
my mama takes good care of me.
A quiver of wild dogs’ tails tufted
White pompoms thrill in bloodied air
Below, hapless prey prays
If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten,
Languishing amidst some rusting antiques
In a cold, cramped barn mostly filled with junk
I would summon all the strength I could muster,
Light up those bubbly circuits around my face
Throw on a few 45-rpms from the fifties,
And throw one hell-u-va party.
I would shout, “Let’s clear a space in the center
Where we can partner up and dance!”
[Like they did in Toy Story
When no one was the wiser]
I’d extend my slender arm to a grand ol’ Edsel
And shake a tailfin-der or two,
Maybe rock around the clock with the Comets
Until sun-dust starts settling through the slats
Then put back all those refurbished memories
Into a cardboard box full of old postcards
Salt and pepper shakers, pompoms...and stuff,
If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten.
Written January 23, 2021
Too fragile stems hold heliotrope heads
Taffeta flaunted purple pompoms preposterous
Let us lie on the grass, smoke cigarettes
Aft petal papering conjure new year's purpose
Behold from below the branches spread
Frilly dusk shock puffs, dancing shuffle clusters
Obscure wombs become Wilde, paraded
Lying Spring in Winter cherry bloom discovered
Crushed plums, ostrich plumage cabaret
Bud watching binoculars magnify trivial matters
Syrup decay drips paint over Dorian Gray
Individuals strive beside their neighbours' status
Berating stoney belief in banal morality
Seven deadly virtues bruise a perfect husband
Ademant magenta silken siren Cheveley
Upsets good sense in serpent gaudy diamonds
9th June 2022
Written for Contest:
Purple Flowers
Sponsor:
Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Live Art
Dream your dreams I pray thee; orchestrate your play I beseech thee and write the song you always wished to dance to; strum the guitar; blow the trumpet; bang the drums I ask you and let the clashing of the cymbals resound! You - pompoms raised high and waving wild, the cheer leader, and fan, coach, ball, goal post and player rolled into one.
Splash the colours I order you – fill your palette with colours ranging wide; with the world around you, your subject to carve, to mould, to weld as you would and at your whim; and weave from threads tiny and disparate into a whole! Be the glue that holds it all together and sketch your heart away I insist. Every thought, scribble, doodle, and wiggle into your folder of bad, good and excellent. For so are visionaries born.
Dare you be God even for a minute and the human your creator, our Father always meant you to be I ask? Forget not your humanness: Scream! Shout!! Play!!! Laugh I ask thee; keep your human face intact and, and your heart loyal to God. THIS IS AN ORDER, I dare pronounce!
My name is Paul and my heart is with you.
NATURE’S CHEERLEADERS
P~erennial pops, flower balls
O~f delectable colors.
M~ums amazing appeal
red chrysanthemums
like a rubefacient kiss
passion enfolds thee
misty lemon mum
is watered with my sorrow
clings to yesterday
white wears faithfulness
and beautiful as a bride
snow clings to husband
P~etals, appear as pompoms
O~f nature’s cheerleaders.
M~omentous hallelujah for God.
8/8/2017
Combo
Acrostic/haiku
Are you a football fan?
Are you into BIG TIME college football, where my
home town, Georgia Bulldogs are defending, two-time
national champions? Their season began last week
or maybe you’re an NFL fan (they start playing this week).
Ivy league college football starts next week and if you're
not excited about it, maybe you don’t understand it.
Before games there are parties with pizza and chicken wings.
Do NOT go to a frat house on a game day - just don’t.
If you’re going to throw a college football game
you’ll need two teams of players in safety uniforms
and at least one football (that’s what they fight over).
You need a crowd - two crowds really - and a stadium
where everyone could, in theory, sit. There should be
flags, banners, hats and jerseys in riotous team colors.
You’ll need two marching bands and school mascots.
A bulldog will do (Yale), or if you can’t afford that, you could
dress someone up as a huge-headed pilgrim (Harvard).
Of course, as with any big sporting event you’ll need skimpily
dressed girls to toss in the air and assorted food and drink to sell.
There will be lots and lots of cars, and police and ambulances
standing by in case it’s all too much or someone gets hurt.
Cheerleaders are there to whip the crowd into a vocal frenzy,
soon everyone’s yelling things like “DE-fense,” “push em back,”
“Harvard sucks” and “No, really, Harvard sucks.”
The ideal game should include a bitter rivalry like Yale vs Harvard.
While everyone knows Yale is better academically, there’s a small
chance that Harvard could win the game - which makes it scary.
We won last year and we’ll play them again this year, in November.
Anyway, whatever flavor of football you like:
It’s football season people!
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I'm NOT a cheerleader. We knew where they practice, and a girl was nice enough to let me use her pompoms for some snaps.
Little Yellow Bus
First day of school yellow bus stopping at the mailbox,
Bouncing down country roads - pausing next to city sidewalks.
Nothing seems to stop you not autumn rain nor sleet
Morning and by afternoon you travel busy roads and streets.
Traffic never phases you - you just motor on,
Following appointed routes - this your daily marathon.
Girls with pompoms, boys with bats, runners from a track meet,
Students ride of every age filling up your empty seats.
Stopping at the bus stop, not all cars stop too
Speeding past your warning, they haven’t got a clue.
Do you sigh when you rest within the bus brickyard
Or dream the school year yet to come riding lanes and boulevards?
First ride giggles, last ride whispers – all the in between –
Forgotten lunches, mittens, scarves – life’s signature you see.
We wait for your arrival, bus stop routine day-to-day,
Sometimes need to remember, you don’t come on Saturdays! Hooray!
pimpernel on my thighs
eloquence and delectation
conversations with the wise
reveal to me which death i must die.
lily in the valley
bravery passion and determination
whatever has to be done
is a puzzling bird song
eyes lifted skyward past the sun
sensitive tranquil and confident
imagination manifests the role
your humanity learned to adore
suspended in the 'not' time
zeal energy and the wish fulfilled
feelings don't get shut down
nor are they the skin of a reticent sound
kissing the pompon undefined
foregoing forbearing sacrificial
the soul has no power in the self
until it is recognized by it
sunflowers begin a perfect day
poised energized and glowing
outside is all within
happiness is on the other side of fear
waterlilies basking in the moonlight
resplendent unobscured polished
dreaming up another dawn
reveals to me which death i must die.