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Santa had an helper called Heather
and 4 little elf manager helpers
She told them to be nice
and give lots of advice
so all us call takers work together .
There once was a call centre agent
who wanted a manager to help her .
No manager could be found
they had all gone to ground.
Its tough to get help for Heathers agents
There once was a boss called heather.
Who had 4 little team manager helpers .
She got them a stick.
And a big bull whip .
She even beat us with an old piece of leather .
Santa's little helper heather, once said
that all the tm could stay in bed.
All of us cheered
And cracked open the beers
It's not work today, we are having a party instead .
heathers the big boss at work lol
I posted a poem on soup
I posted a poem on soup
Excited to hear from the group
When no one stopped by
I started to cry
I guess that my poem was poop
I read till my eyes become sore
Leave comments on hundreds or more
Old poets and new
That’s just what I do
So why do so many ignore
I thought I had paid all my dues
My poem so many would choose
But no one was there
The cupboard was bare
Except for a big bunch of views
I hoped on this site I would fit
Though now I think that I should quit
And that’s just my luck
It must mean I suck
Or nobody else gives a … flying rat’s butt
The Love Child
Gently laid in pungent hay
The small infant greets the eve
While all those present wonder
At the glory they've received
Neither before nor after
Will man witness such a birth
That brings more joy and hope to
Ev'ry creature on the earth
Brilliant star pierces the dark
As heavenly beings sing
Of earthly peace now dawning
Over plains the chorus rings
The wise and faithful bearers
Of the gifts know all along
This baby is the Savior
Whom inspires the angels' song
They bow to God incarnate
And place before Him treasure
Shepherds praise the Holy child
Whose pow'r is without measure
For though a humble baby now
A King lies in the manger
Who came to heal wounded hearts
And save our souls from danger
Question you how it can be
This mystery of ages?
Find the answer given us
Within the ancient pages
Read how it has comes to pass
Payment for our sin is done
Through ultimate sacrifice
God has sent His only Son
So see Him sweetly sleeping
Tiny boy so meek and mild
And know the baby Jesus
Is our Father's great Love Child
* Placed 3rd in John Heck's contest, "Christmas Time is Here!"* December 8, 2007
The ocean shatters on the banks of my despair
where I stand above the cliffs in mournful yearning there,
amid the thunder and the lightning
that cracks the black of night
I curse the rocks below that took his precious life.
Oh Cannon Lee, Oh Cannon Lee!
my merman of the sea,
so beautiful a creature the world has never seen.
To gaze upon his beauty is to wake up in a dream
and drift forever in those tranquil eyes of green,
those dreamy eyes of my darling Cannon Lee.
I met him on the shore of Evermore
where he lay upon the rocks, his tail torn,
battered by the raging storm, so cold and so forlorn,
dying in the wake of early morn.
I wrapped myself around him, beneath my ermine cape,
and felt his shallow breath upon my tear-stained face
as he took me with a kiss
to his home beneath the sea,
the only place where he could ever live and breathe.
Visions of Atlantis were painted in my mind,
a castle on a cliff where liquid valleys wind
amid the blue and green
and all the shades of light that fall between,
the difference of awake and in a dream.
And in that final hour
his heart began to beat as mine,
and I knew for evermore that I would never find
a love so deep, complete and so divine
as the love that stole my heart, my soul, my mind,
my darling Cannon Lee.
And now I stand upon the cliff of Evermore,
and fall into those dreamy eyes of green once more.
~~~
Author: Elaine George
KEEP YOU POSTED
Getting back on my feet again
Show me the end, show me the end
Give me a road to follow
I will throw you a passage or two
Get yourself right, get out my face
I need a new way, I need a new way
An easy way to start my day
All though I can't get enough of you
There are times you are in my way
Our hearts don't beat as one
Call me a fool,
I set my foot down
I keep you as my friends, no rules
Tomorrow will be another day
Do not give in to me
We are still both fish in the sea
Stuffy stuff, you got me at suffocate
We do not relate
Still I love you
How else can this be fetched out
If I reel you in, sometimes I need you my friend
Stop putting yourself in doubt
This has no end
Don't get yourself all worked out
It will be me and you, a sweet walk on the beach
I see nothing wrong in deceiving you
I'm so funny, I'll have you sticking around like a leech
How many times do I have to push and shove
My feeling are troubled, but in love
Until then my love,
I will keep you posted
By;PD
so tell me then illustrious men
who've wandered far beyond the ken
Of we who strive with words and pen
to tell the world of cock and hen
who roosted in the way back when
in lofts of thatch and wicker den
resting in the soggy fen
Or tending hind in mountain glen
Beside the hearths so plastered then
with ashes mixed in salted mud
to hold the heat of hand split wood
beyond the time of burning
well past the times of yearning
like cockled eggs and oaten whey
to hold us through another day
Until the long ships make their way
Into this mountain sheltered bay
to give us news of how they fared
so we may write and spread the word
far into times ahead of all our men so dead
who sailed the seas and conquered dread
while we who shiver in the night
and stubbornly record our plight
weaving rhyme and beating time
with words to be remembered
I have another piece that's too long for here - so it's in "Short Storries."
It's called "Seniors" - about a High School graduation party
I know I could take things out - but then it's not what I wanted to say *shrug*
Here's the link
URL: https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/seniors_9476
I hope you like it!
Baby, You're not mine
I'm not giving you the time
I'm too busy
writing my lines
in sweetness sublime
Baby, Get away
I don't want to play
With
Your sandbox of toys
Your mommy took away
I'll drive my Tonka truck
All over your face
To release you games
Don't you cry
at me in shame
I'll make you eat dirt
written
all over your face
Don't even think of
playing emotional trains
You'll get a reward
when my Tonka is floored
You will think twice
before I play nice
Damn,
Your not my type
I think of you
like lice
Scratching my head
with evil intent
Just go away
I don't want to play
I have my own toys
Being a tomboy
My Tonkas are rockin
yours, are sweet nothing
Let's give them away
and play another day
My heart, at times, seems very vile
I get lost, and then react from pain
But my soul longs to see your smile
I look back later, there is no denial
Things I say must hurt, must drain
My heart, at times, seems very vile
I'm the prosecutor in an unjust trial
I become angry, filled with disdain
But my soul longs to see your smile
Of resentments I seem to stock pile
As though it is in hatred I do train
My heart, at times, seems very vile
If we could just turn back the dial
For now indifference has the reign
But my soul longs to see your smile
Walk in my shoes jist a single mile
Give me this one chance to explain
My heart, at times, seems very vile
But my soul longs to see your smile
I can't help but find it ridiculously absurd
when people call Biden a liar and a fraud
yet believe Trump is truthful with his word.
Cheering his fictitious claims, they applaud!
That man has spun so many webs of lies,
that he has to tell more to cover his butt.
Blaming others for everything, using alibis
that are nothing more than ludicrous smut.
It's not our Democracy that has failed,
but narcissists who want to act like a king.
He's the guilty one who should be jailed.
Alcatraz is closed, but what about Sing Sing?
I had no intention of being political again,
but sometimes lines are written that irk me.
I've no political affiliation, but I won't abstain
when some wing nut is on an anti-Biden spree.
The claim seems to be that Biden likes to rant
but who bellows and rages more than Trump?
It befuddles my mind, and I swear I just can't
comprehend why they defend that ogre's rump.
What kind of policy is this?
Who is posting, constructing or transcribing more than 10 a day?
There must have been a culprit to enforce this policy.
Some PREMIUM member was it?
I've had
A gutful of this
I'm going to triangulate
My findings and then triangulate
My toast
Mother used to cut it into
Rectangles
Foxy Roxy
And some real whiskey banter
Amazing milkshakes
But no
Electricity at night
The contents of my brain
His calloused finger tips caressed the stings with fire one last time
As he played the cords of his emotions with passion as he climbed
A lifetime of memories that night were burned upon the strings
Flames from his soul flew through the coliseum on golden wings
The music of his life touched every heart with the beauty of its sound
And bowing to a roaring ovation...he brought the final curtain down
Written: April 13th, 2006
A Letter Sent
Once I wrote a love letter, mind I have written a few
Before, but never sent them. I sent it as it encapsulated
my intense love for her, but also wrote it in the hope
she would come back. She did not. And over the years
the letter has haunted me. What if she didn’t destroy it
and threw it in the bin with a loathsome shrug, but kept
the words for someone else to read, because the letter
was sentimental crap and self-serving written by a loser
who could not let a defeat go. By chance I met her again,
that is, she met me as I could not remember her. Sophie,
my dear do you remember the letter I sent you? Said she
she never a letter from me, which gladdened me.
There is a woman in town who always smiles when she
sees me feeding the ducks in the park´s pond. I return her
smile but speak not… my god did she receive it thinking it
was for her and has burning her torch for me, a romantic
love story that has the sweetness of never being fulfilled?
He left her alone went to work daily,
he worked as a clerk at the old bailey,
but he was gay and loved his boss,
and he did not give her a toss,
cheated on her to carry on gayly!
She knew husband did not love her at all,
she waited for handsome postman to call,
she greeted her love at the door,
she made love to him on the floor,
then several encores in great big hall!
5th placement
Two Limericks- Let’s have some fun poetry contest
Tania Kitchin
Written 01/March/2021
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checked at syllablecount.com
She Posted Bail!
We had a fight
I went to jail
She still loves me!
She posted bail!
Copyright McCuen 2008