Best Twelfth Poems
When cheerful daisies fail to bloom in Spring
and the buds dry on the vine;
when the robin no longer attempts to sing
and the rivers turn into brine;
when the fireflies of Summer do not glow
and the rain can’t reach the earth;
when the seven seas cease their ebb and flow
and the ship is mired in its berth;
when Autumn loses its brilliant colors
and prevailing winds stand still;
when nevermore dwell ardent lovers
and hearts shed their romantic thrill;
when Winter holds no wonders to show
and the sun, no reason to shine;
when the mountain knows not of snow
and the stars refuse to align;
when you are gone and no longer in sight
and I no longer your face can imbue;
when your touch leaves and takes its flight,
then that’s when I’ll stop loving you.
On the thirteenth month on day thirty-three
Four and twenty blackbirds sang in a tree
In the darkest hour of mid-afternoon
The calf of that cow jumped over the moon
Little Miss Muffet and her wee little spider
Sipped apple strudel and ate apple cider
Pregnant again, the old lady who resides in a shoe
Twin-triplets she born, that makes twenty-two
The sister of Jack, beknown her name Jill
She left her water bucket on top on that hill
Then, the lamb of Miss Mary had blew young Jack's horn
When all four twin-triplets were finally born
Pick-A-Title, Vol 25- Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
11/23/2020
Glints of stardust drip of winter's essence
as frills of Sagittarian ornaments
ring in the birth of a cycle
flickering with the tempo
of mid-December’s equinox: she is
the twelfth month; the last goddess of angels,
kindling seraphic night passages
and fireplaces robed in leaves
of serenity and thawing roses...
phrase by phrase, page for page, arm in arm
with a hymnal litany,
the goddess of laced winds glides
on an altar of sacred eyes and lips,
chanting about gods, children ,and love.
Inhabiting a residence in grotto white,
she holds iced lanterns and dahlias
to unfurl a season's finesse...
O angel of twelfth handmaid,
time will sing her ripened hope, her celestial rhyme
to revel in a tender parade
of flakes only evening's quilt can ever wrap.
Angel of the twelfth handmaid,
half- luminous, twice-content
virtues pure will encircle halo's Light, amen!
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love (hubby) sent to me
12 baskets of laundry
Eleven dishwashing liquids
Ten laundry soaps
Nine vacuum cleaners
Ten frying pans
Nine oven toasters
Eight soft brooms
Seven kitchen aprons
Six sheers for mowing
Five hair netsssssssssss
Four dustpans
Three floor scrubs
Two rubber gloves
And a pretty nanny for my baby
Dec. 14, 2012
By Leonora Galinta Merry, Merry Christmas to All! Please sing with me;))
First Prize
Contest: 12 days of X-mass
Judged: 12/25/2012
Sponsor: My greatest Poet, PD/Linda
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
How bright and cheery there you be
Your twinkling lights so numerous
Your chocolate baubles humorous
I stand and stare, you’re standing there,
With golden tinsel everywhere
Your shining star, how bright you are
You travelled from so very far
These neighbourhoods which have no woods
We love our oriental goods
So have no fear, we’ll keep you near
Up in the loft until next year
So Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
Your box, I’ve taped up carefully
But what is this? I must be pissed
I’ve found a bauble that I’ve missed
The twelfth of never, how very clever. That is a very long time, to listen to a wind chime.
Date Written: 11/13/2020 The Twelfth of Never Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
The 12th.
Time
the 12th.
Haiku
The 12th.
Day
the 12th.
Night
The 12th.
Trial
the 12th.
Twelve
If music be the food of love, play on
Claim the streets of London be filled, and its revelry be still,
Purged the households, and bay at their homes window sills,
Let tender labyrinths yield their cleared halls be an open song,
Spilled venturous notes befall upon unscripted pages, play on,
The summer breeze aloft butterflies to mingle the redolent mirth,
To give it counsel, make talent its sheets filled a righteous worth,
Of length aches a theme a songstress indulge let it solicit a tune,
Nay, cease, the mood of sour faces, a mark that killed-joyous June,
Silence, and put a march to thy step for the mundane that disturbs,
The grimaces invade the room and the deafening silence perturbs.
2020 February 03
Famous poetic lines 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
"If music be the food of love, play on" - Shakespeare
Excuse me, but I really don’t have time
I can’t stay I hope you don’t mind
Silly me, I’m always losing track
With your help I might get back
By a quarter to the twelfth of never
Pardon, could you point me in the right direction
Seems I’m at a crossroads, an intersection
I’m all turned around, quite lost you see
I know there’s somewhere I’m supposed to be
Sure I’ll try the corner of the twelfth of never
Forgive me, do you know when success begins
Or what a girl’s to do with all her sins
I’m afraid I may have missed my chance
Sounds like you’ll finally get that dance
When it’s half past the twelfth of never
Ope, I’m sorry I should have known
My one shot, figures, it’s blown
The wrong place, the wrong time, eh
Story of my life, well maybe another day
That’s right next year on the twelfth of never
Well see you later and thanks again
I’m sure I’ll give up, but who knows when
What’s your name , I keep forgetting
Failure, that’s right, it’s very fitting
Don’t you worry, I’m quitting.
On the twelfth of never
11/21/2020
The Twelfth of Never
Edward Ibeh
I once secured a mortgage loan, never noticing the date on the statement.* I was concerned about securing a down payment and an affordable payment.
The interest rate was one to die for, it seemed; and the house was both a steal and a dream.
The steal allowed the house to be affordable, and the dream made it incredibly adorable. .
The four words were right before me as plain as day.
It read, "Last payment due on "The Twelfth Of Never". It was as if I was signing so much of my life away.
When I finally took the time to analyze things, my tight-fitting head became filled with steam;
To-die-for interest rates became a never-dying nightmare of a never ending story, and putting the cart before the horse
in pursuit of a house has brought me far too much worry.
So I bid you beware of deals that look like a steal. Be wise to read the details before you close the deal.
And beware of that God-forbidding 'Twelfth of Never', because it can pain your life for what seems forever.
112420PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2, Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: The Twelfth Of Never.5P *Fiction
Thursday March 12th, 2020
The day before Spring break at school.
Three of us take forty-two sixty graders all over a college campus.
They are thrilled to be out of school.
We are all looking forward to tomorrow- Friday the 13th
Because it is the last day of school before spring break.
Thursday March 12th, 2020
A phone call comes in at five-thirty p.m.
School is cancelled tomorrow.
We get an extra day for spring break!
I rejoice when I get the call.
I am sure the students were dancing!
Thursday March 12th, 2020
One month ago today.
We left school that day blissfully unaware
That day would be our last day of physical school this school year.
Standardized testing has been cancelled.
Prom and graduation cancelled.
Thursday March 12th, 2020
A day that we had no idea that birthday parties would be cancelled.
Easter church services would be cancelled.
Two hundred page work packets would be mailed to students.
School employees would have to learn computer programs to go online.
Parents would lose their jobs.
Stores, restaurants, bars, clubs would be closed up.
The beginning of The Twilight Zone.
Some say the twelfth of never is an awfully long time
Like infinity multiplied many times over by infinity
How long it takes to find just the appropriate rhyme
When my oldest son will establish a solid identity.
A young lad, like me, longed for Christmas in May
Wondered if his school days would ever come to an end,
The nine months our parents waited for our birthing day
How long it will take for a festering family rift to mend.
The twelfth of never is an awfully long time, I suppose
Stretching beyond the measures of time and space
So, in all seriousness, with permission may I propose
That we practice patience and greet every day with grace.
FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Written on November 24, 2020
For the Pick-a-Title Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
silence knows volumes
singular and everywhere
growing like ivy
*Image of Mother and Child by Pixabay.
AUDIO: The Twelfth of Never, sung by Johnny Mathis (1956)
until the twelfth of never
a stranger shares confidences~~wedding day words tendered by a mom
2021 August 05
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand 1,2 or 3 line
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 07
Your music plays till the twelfth of never,
I carry grief with your heart forever.
I will love you as I do as time flies,
Soft songs of spring until forever dies.
This muffled place of your death done sever
A beat branch to your last breath endeavor.
Sublime, vigilance amber sunset rise,
Morrow's morning darkness, crush silent cries.
11/24/2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
4.) The Twelfth of Never