Best Shortie Poems
blooms, bashful maidens
bowing down timid and shy
at first macho touch
Placed First
A Brian Strand Shortie Poetry Contest
*Image of Japanese Elm Tree by CBC.
Japan Surrenders
Japan's crimson sun disrobes a dawning night rise sky,
An elm tree parasol's her coral samurais while they lie.
2022 February 22
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND SHORTIE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 February 23
*2nd Place*
Bite Size Poem No.37
~~Line Gauthier: Judged 2022 March 01
winking moon
behind saffron clouds
playing hide-and-seek
with the stars
and me
21 February 2022
"A Brian Shortie Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place
Spike is my name as I stretch and yawn on this beautiful sunny morn
Poking my nose through leaves and debris I sniff the sweet Spring air
Inside my den I hibernate through winter’s cold away from harm
Kaleidoscopes of colour and warmth permeate my prickly skin
Enough of sleep I need to eat ~ hear my tum rumble as out I tumble
Written: 28th March 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart
5th place
Contest A BRIAN STRAND SHORTIE
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
7/12/02
A Modern gangster’s life isn’t always strapping a tech nine.
Or a drug deal gone bad, sometimes you gotta walk the straight and narrow.
Walk a thin line.
It’s the lyrics, words of the heart, livin life where you come from
is the start.
Fancy cars, the bling, bling, girls wit lotta back natures been good to them, nothing do
they lack.
It’s part of what livin in the ghetto brings, chillin in the street
That’s bout what the life a modern gangster sings.
Thirteen years shiftin through life to greet, thank God Almighty for survival tactics
happy to see sixteen.
Lord knows college is where me and my homey’s should meet.
Never understood the old fashion way, and I still don’t today.
Thank you momma for takin me to church to learn the word, and how to pray.
Had to, couldn’t get away.
A modern gangster life is where you’re reborn, grow up fast now my child is conceived, and
I’m half way torn.
I never wanted to know what goes on outside the hood, not thinking bout my future like I
know I should.
Every night pray to God, bout this tragedy, this mishap but statistically society won’t
believe in me.
The one thing I’m sure of and I know I will, raise my shortie and continue to pay my bills.
Look for closure and someday move out the hood with my modern gangster mentally corrupting
me still.
I’ll stay a modern gangster cause of where I breathed and lived, cause I love where I’m
from and I want to give, back to the foundation where I could’ve continued live. Sharin
the love plastered in my heart deeply for my life and my homey’s to divide.
Won’t stop now that I’m on my way, will continue with my debt
For a modern gangster’s life is where I’ll neva stray.
The child within us weeps at marble headstones
pallid wilting flowers dark plume wreaths scatter
harpsichord of heartbeats waltz on grey day plot
wind chime soul petals float past afterlife clouds.
Contest : A BRIAN STRAND SHORTIE
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I miss you with each passing day
I see you as the sun begins to rise;
Through the breeze, I can hear the words you used to say,
When shadows fall and evenings nigh,
Of you I dream, as I close my eyes.
Date: Feb. 23, 2022
For: A Brian Strand Shortie Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Placed 1st in contest
Bink & Gollie...
they're so jolly!
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Bink's a shortie
Gollie acts 40!
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Best friends forever
nothing can sever --
not outrageous socks,
nor tripping over rocks;
not difference in height,
nor temporary spite;
not either family tree,
nor lack of royalty;
not crippling stage fright,
nor setting Fred alight;
not withholding pancakes,
nor stretching out in backaches.
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No misunderstanding nor folly
can ever break up Bink & Gollie!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
(Based on all three "Bink & Gollie" books together;
by Kate DiKamillo, Alison McGhee, and Tony Fucile)
The Lord crowns the year
with goodness. Paths overflow
with new abundance.
January 28, 2022
entered in Beata Agustin's Newness Senryu contest placed 2nd
February 22, 2022
entered in Brian Strand's Shortie Poetry Contest placed 1st
I am a Nightingale…
Singing a song of lavender dreams and hopes,
Under an ultramarine canvas
Blending turquoise sky and sapphire ocean,
Twilight moon flickering ribbons of love,
My audience - the pearlescent clouds, gleaming stars,
Souls with a poetic heart!
Taken from my Poem " Writing Unwraps My Soul"
A Brian Strand Shortie Poetry Contest
I dreamt last night that it was summer
and I was in a sunlit lush green meadow
where flowers were swaying in the gentle breeze
and I was sitting beneath an ancient tree, listening
to birds tweet a symphony just for me ...
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February 22, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/just for me
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1432-972-22
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand Shortie
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged, 2/23/2022
First Place
Blissful to share with the needy ones’ welfare
Hearts that care engage in blessed love* affair.
*1John 3:17 But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?
February 11, 2022
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND SHORTIE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/23/2022.
The more you traverse, the less it seems.
Though, at times the terminus looks nearer,
Never-ending it is…
It’s Life!
A BRIAN STRAND SHORTIE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 23-02-2022
When noxious nights are moonless and dismal days sleazy,
to walk life through the morbid mist of misery is not easy.
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September 27, 2021
For A Brian Strand Shortie Contest
She’s a short-spoken woman he told all.
She’s short-legged? I asked, not at all tall?
Short-sighted? Another yelled from a wall.
She’s a shortstop? My uncle yelled from a stall.
She wears shortie nightgowns was the next call.
About to see a short temper on the man with the doll.