Best Tumbler Poems
Darlene De Beaulieu graciously consented for her poem "Gnomes" to be used by me in this contest. Thank you Darlene!
There’s no gnome
like the gnome at home.
I have a gnome at home alone.
Chantilly, Chris, or Charlie -
they’re friends for you and me.
Your tumbler sweet
sure is neat to greet
you no matter where is the street,
but remember no gnome is known
like the gnome that waits at home.
Gnomes – Darlene de Beaulieu
I love the gnomes
I m drawn to them
One time I had twelve
I named all of them
I named him Chris
He holds a gift for me
Another one I named
Charlie
I have a tumbler
With gnomes and hearts
shapes
When waiting in a line
It called out to me
So I bought it
I take my tumbler
everywhere I go
Shiny in confines
ricocheted thoughts tumble on
and emerge as gems.
When the world disappoints
When your friends let you down
When the package’s too small
When the aches won’t subside
When the suds seem too dull
When your choice show gets axed
There’s always Bud Light
or bourbon on ice
Perhaps a Mai Tai
Maybe some fine wine
Cup of therapy
You’ll have a pal
in a tumbler
That won’t fail you
Won’t disappoint
Your aide will
pick you up
off the floor
Liquid
chum and
patch
***For David's Contest
To fear.
To pain.
Cheers to all the things
that keep our hearts
contained.
And that wretch in the mirror.
"Smiles don't suit you, dear."
Apathy's awful, but I wonder if she's right
as I stretch my face muscles
before bed at night.
And I want my life back.
I'd die a hundred times over
for peonies and pyramids to cross my path
before I'm returned
to my place in the dirt.
And I don't know...
I just don't know what to do
when she stirs these abrasive thoughts by hand
and I haven't the strength
to open the mascara tube.
If I'm going to raise my glass to self-pity,
perhaps I should raise a plastic tumbler instead.
A tumbler falls, consciousness shifts
Chakras activated
Magnetic breeze our soul uplifts
Leaving heart elated
Flickers in space reveal
manner in which we heal
bubbling with zest and zeal
Birthing bliss squalls
A tumbler falls
My brother and I,
while choosing a name for my nephew,
tried hard to think of something unique—
something with variety and charm.
“Tractor” was the first choice,
then came “Tumbler,”
and we fell breathless with laughter,
comparing impossible things—
his eyes to stretching bubblegum.
We joked about how his name
might sound when he grew older.
Laughs and tears rolled down our cheeks.