Best Spoonful Poems
(This is a universal story of mother’s sacrifice for their children, be it material, emotional, or intellectual.)
It was during the Korean War
Father was taken away by the Communists
Months ago
He never returned
Mother and I were left alone
In an island as refugees
Without anyone supporting us
One day
Mother brought a cup of rice
For me to eat
Only three spoonful
In the cup
I gobbled it up
Without much thought
Feeling still hungry
Mother took the cup in the kitchen
Closed the door
Through a crack
I saw Mother scraping
Scraping the bottom of the cup
For a few grains left
She licked the spoon over and over
How long has she been hungry
To feed me?
I froze
Really froze
I quietly left the room
To a beach nearby
Looking at the horizon
Where ocean met the sky
Far far away
Wanting to swim
Toward it
Until my strength
Sapped to nil
So that Mother didn't have to
Feed another mouth
Then a question surfaced
Will she be happy without me
So she can feed herself?
No way
Was my answer
She has already lost
Many of her loved ones
Without me
She will not go on living
I stood
With my heart filled with
Opposing forces
Resumed my walk
Toward Mother
Big things in small packages, so goes the phrase
And astounding, a spoonful of snow, in such ways
A thousand frost miracles, and identical, none
Innumerable prisms making rainbows from sun
Each with its detail of wonders, unique
Chilled to perfection to tickle your cheek ...
Spoonfuls, that if balled, are fun to be flung
Pleasurably melted when placed on your tongue
Just enough snow for a friend, I would think
To get their attention, or cool down a drink
Limpid complexities with formations, fine
Chiseled by a physical process, divine ...
Jewels from the heavens as winter clouds weep
The crystalline tears of a season's cold creep
Transparent and clear, and cleaving the light
Yet bundled together, the whitest of white
Like so much we see, they're plain at-a-glance
Yet examined up-close, are sure to entrance
So ...
Maybe there's a lesson that we can thus learn
To look at each OTHER more closely, in turn
For the inestimable qualities surfaces hide
And the precious complexion of what is INSIDE
By remembering always, wherever we go
The amazement and magic in a spoonful ...
Of snow.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Christmas Rhymes" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Judge & Sponsor.
"A Spoonful of Sugar"
Upon waking
the green hangover
hangs low waiting
for the weeding
the alarm sounds
like thunder
the cats on the prowl
they’re hungry
the words
spill out of my mouth
like a spoonful of sugar
stirred into a deep cup
of strong black coffee
my cup runneth over
anything for a new world
me thinks the pen
not a play thing
swords are dealt
like cards through the keys
the mind reeling in the
fishes like words
flapping in dewdrops
like swimming in tears
the stories like leaves
miracles ever falling
like loaves multiplying
for the toasting
the story begins
like a bullet being loaded
into a chamber
the trigger pulled
the capsule swallowed
dispatches the chapters
into
another world
a new world
a new story
sentences for weeding
wild gardens nourished
all the murderous little darlings
seeded,
unfurling
unfolding
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
We scratched and scrapped and piled it together,
thin as cobwebs, like molted bird feathers,
spread out on the frozen lawn,
a gossamer frosting in early dawn,
a meager, stingy December snow,
hardly enough to foster a glow
from the Christmas lights candycane twirled
about the evergreen swags softly whirled.
A new sled from Santa's gift giving
was mine to enhance childhood living!
Why he did not provide the blizzard--
(He could have called on the North Pole snow wizard!)
we just did not know,
but to work we would go
and make a snow ramp out in the yard
about as thick as a worn playing card.
The rest of the story is not hard to guess;
my dad's in the doghouse, my mom in distress.
That snow ramp was built quite poorly it seems,
engineered from child wishes and misguided dad dreams,
and though for a moment, I thought I would fly,
at least, sitting here, I still have an eye.
Copyright, December 5, 2017
Christmas Rhymes Contest
Kim Rodrigues, Sponsor
a spoonful of snow
chills a Christmas brandy toast
new year another
Garlic by the spoonful
each and everyday.
Garlic by the spoonful
by you the others won't play.
Garlic by the spoonful
is heart healthy indeed.
Garlic by the spoonful
is exactly what I need.
Enveloping
Consuming me
Overwhelming to say the least
Won't you hold me?!
Won't you hold me closer, please?!
Growing older, such a farce
Peripheral maturity
Melts away by the time you're on your knees
The harder we become
The more devastating a single crack can be
Enveloping
Consuming me
Overwhelming
To say the least
Won't you hold me?!
Won't you hold me closer, please?!
I'm still a little boy inside
Hiding from the boogeyman
In the dark corners of my mind
But it's so hard to hide
From me
Enveloping
Consuming me
Overwhelming
To say the least
Won't you hold me?!
Won't you hold me closer, please?!
When everything falls away! Falls away, yeah!
It never really died to me, died to me!
How do we go about forgiving ourselves?!
When all seems to be dead inside
And we're the only ones to blame?!
So, how do we go about it?! How do we?! How do we?!
Sing for today, and hope for tomorrow
Run from the thought that always seems to swallow
You…
Dash of snow flutters to the ground
And lands O gently all around;
White as velvet quilt of feather
To drift upon Yule's iced heather:
Bare now after Queen Winter's hand
Covering lanes from bright hues grand;
Which transforms the pines with finesse
And silver stars of gracefulness.
Yet night gleams through crystals so bold
Adorning roofs.... bright joys enfold;
O pearled flakes that warm and spill
Through tuneful romps of love's goodwill...
How children hail the dance of snow
On an EVE blessing life, aglow!
Best Rhyming Poem --Oct-Dec 2017
For John Hamilton's Contest 1/2/2018
Originally Written :12/9/2017 Rhyme Form- Couplet
came from smoky bars missing grandmother’s riddles laughing little dog
even ugly poetry can seem tasteful ~ when penned elegantly
ambidextrose: able to eat sweets equally well with either hand
on a hot summer afternoon,
dreaming silently, wistfully, achingly…
a frosty dish, glistening…
chilled by the freezer cold
ice cream, blended with heart shaped
scarlet strawberries, sweet
silhouettes of promises…
scrumptiousness sliding over my tongue
making me sigh, breathless
as the whisper of soft white clouds
gliding through a smiling azure sky…
giggling, laughing, delighting
in the luscious beads of satisfaction
bleeding joy from my dish,
awakening my heart…
dancing with joy, like a wish…
for one more spoonful!
Ice Cream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
June 20, 2022
Oh, Christmas Day is creeping up on us,
my decorations sure do look lovely;
on my street the blinking lights are breathless,
I sure do love Christmas;
but, I need some white stuff called snow, badly!
All the leaves have fallen to their demise,
the trees are bare but the grass is green;
on the many distant roofs- no snow lies,
snow sure would winterize;
oh, to just wake up to snow laying pristine!
Christmas needs some filigree snow falling,
a roaring fire to warm my mitten hand;
I am sure snow lovers are agreeing,
and so I am praying,
now, a spoonful of snow lays- in my wonderland!
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December 4, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/'a spoon of snow'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9686-16-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
A Spoonful of Snow
It's Christmas time, see
But doesn't have to be
Just as long as I'm doing
It's wintertime and it's snowing
When it snows it's flakes white
White as the clouds soaring in flight
Glitters so on the ground shines bright
Days and nights
Snows falls suddenly don't hear a sound
Frozen rain coming down
I remember mama making for me
A frozen ice desert ooh wee!!
Frozen Ice cold yum homemade Ice Cream
We would all the children scream
from a Spoonful of snow
Now here's what it took
To make this Delicious
Ice cream from the skies fallen down,
to the ground
Made of snow yum-yum,
you should try it your self, huh?
A cup of milk any will do;
One-third cup of sugar;
One teaspoon of Vanilla;
Enough for every little girl and fellow;
10 cups of clean white snow;
this equates to 46 spoonfuls;
Oh, A Spoonful of Snow
This is what I like in the winter;
Enough for every little girl and fellow;
Taste good more than you know;
A spoonful of Snow;
12/01/17
FOR CONTEST: CHRISTMAS RHYMES
Sponsored by "KIM RODRIGUES "
A SPOONFUL OF SNOW
A spoonful of snow, just to glow
under dazzling sunshine.
Jolly Jack Frost marched fine
on snow-covered open meadow.
A spoonful of snow, just to glow.
Snow- flakes in white glamour
Mist in snowy armor.
Snowdrops glitter on shiny snow.
A spoonful of snow, just to glow
Your dreamy glance glistens.
Heart-throb! My heart listens.
Warm-Warmer-Warmest kiss to flow
12/04/17
HM
'STRAND SELECT 8' Contest by Brian Strand.