I’ve a book of ancient freedom
Where the animals walk free
When I’m down, I come to see them
And they cure me easily
I’ve a book of old ghost stories
Ghosts appear in my room
And I host them with no worries
Till they vanish in the gloom
There are books of travel guides
With the places and the views
Some of which I recognize
Closer than the rest they choose
Lots of other books I own
I can read them just to find
The reminder that I’m home
And at least I’m still not blind
But the book of hope I lack
On my shelves it lost its place
I would like to buy it back
But it’s out of print these days
Expelled from paradise, directed down to hell
Whose court is talking about justice here?
Yours are the apples, and your garden blooms so well
Pick any fruit, and treat the snake, my dear
The cruel punishment will never put them right,
Your congregation of the disingenuous slaves
The triumph of the law will not be glorified
By their rants expanded through the airwaves
If it's the other way around, what about
The high intention of a servant to command
Slaves become masters, so you see their snouts
Stick everywhere, your privacy is scanned
Sisyphus pushes up again his cobblestone
Choirs sing the psalms into the painted sky
Whilst in his tiny room the last bookworm
Hears the voices of those who refused to die.
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A bookworm me..believe myself to be artistic, reflective, compassionate, spiritual.
Sister of Tamal, an artist and a poet...inspired by the talents of my brother.
Love to vision three goals accepted by the world - women empowerment, justice for all, equal opportunities for children.
I feel grateful, blissful, content with what I am born with.
I do fear direct confrontation, dealing with rudeness and unfairness, afraid of losing my musical voice.
I would like to enjoy flowers dancing in the wind, emerald waves lapping on the sandy beach, waterfalls cascading on coral rocks.
A proud resident of multi-cultural Mississauga, a vibrant city in Ontario.
My last name - Ray - easy to spell and pronounce.
Delightful voices of my children I miss,
Chattering, giggling around me - crave for that bliss
At evening dinner, feel sad to see empty chairs,
Except when joyful celebrations are in the air!
Silverfish you are well-named,
Silver you have; and fish? Fake!
I haven't read all these books, famed,
Is it, hence, their ribs you break...?
Maps many you neatly mold,
With holes, in nooks, nicely knit;
Throats of my poem books, old,
Have you, dear, knowingly slit...??
21 March 2023
A SIMPLE POETRY CONTEST Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Blue skies changed to scarlet
Sunset fell beneath the starlet
A pasture of stars, shimmering
Following the moon’s glimmering
Beautiful night, whispering light
Kissing with laughter so bright
It was heaven’s stillness, smiling
Breathing joy and hope, beguiling
As the caterpillar wandered, alone
Oh, my, how his belly did groan
He had eaten all the pretty flowers
Before the skies filled with showers
Soon turning such a vibrant green
Looking so much like a string bean
I decided he was a dancing worm
Because he would squiggle and squirm
As insects go, he was just delightful
Though coming from bloodlines so frightful
He’s the most intelligent worm I know
A book in hand, his huge brain all aglow
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
February 24, 2023
She sat in a corner and read and read,
continued to read as she lay in bed;
I guess she is clever - her brain won't rust
(although she's surrounded by piles of dust!)
just some silliness written 26th December for Sara's contest (about the reading option)
Today is the first day of school
the summer too short at the pool
school days are long
this is so wrong
I think going to school isn’t cool
My father insists that I go
though I argued loud with a No
I squawk and squirm
I’m no bookworm
sure I know all there is to know
Dad threatened to kick me out
no matter my perfect pout
I’m no fool
went to school
now the classics I can spout
At university I excelled
never an instance was I expelled
got the knowledge
finished college
at graduation my Dad’s heart swelled
Virile bibliophile -
Volumes, his vaunted prey -
Vibrant and versatile.
Voracious in a way,
Vastly varied in style.
Versed quite literary,
Vermin literally.
May 6, 2021
There was a pretty little girl,
who loved to read all the time!
books here, books there,
books anywhere, books everywhere -
on the bed, under the shade,
on the swing, birds sing.
in the tree, read with glee!
on the slide, what a delight!
at dawn, in the morn,
at dusk, really fast.
in the dark, in the light,
Oh my! sunny bright!
at last ....
got a huge pair of glasses!
mom and dad say -
doesn't she look prettier?
our bookworm is the best!
FIRST PLACE
March 19, 2021
Nursery Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Eve Roper
She took that ring, that giant promise ring.
We all saw it, stunned, really, she’s much too young.
He saw her as the one, didn’t want to look around,
But she did, she saw the get out clause, before
A huge mistake. Now the field is open wide —
College by her side, the bookworm set.
12/1/2019
I am a little Bookworm
I live inside a book
I wriggle
I writhe
I make humans beings squirm
For when they open up my book
They don’t expect to see a worm
How silly
these homosapiens
Do they not realize
My name is Billy Bookworm
and in a book I will reside
So next time you begin to read
and open up your book
Do not scream
Do not shout
What is all that noise about
Just gently turn each page to see
The sweetest bookworm
and that is me...
Written 1st April 2019
Contest: The Bookworm
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
10th in Premier Contest
Contest: YOUR CHOICE LIGHT VERSE (wit,humour,wordplay,puns)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
I have always loved to read since I was a young child
I read Charlotte’s Web over and over, I was beguiled
I would walk for miles to the town library every week
And brought home books my parents didn’t like, sometimes freak
When I was nine, I climbed a ten-foot built-in bookcase in our house
My parents were sleeping when I climbed to the top, quiet as a mouse
I would sneak all types of books to my room that I knew were forbidden
And kept them in my room, under my bed, secretly hidden
I read the Amityville horror in secret until one night I screamed in my room
My bedroom shade went up by itself, I was terrified, I thought I was doomed
My Mother came running in, very worried, to find out what was going on
She saw the horror book, and the adult books under my bed that didn’t belong
I was grounded for weeks but continued to love to read all types of genres
Spending afternoons reading with a cup of tea and relaxing in my pajamas
Patterson, Cornwell, and Slaughter, are some of my favorite authors today
Reading is still favorite pastime, a way to escape my world in a healthy way
3/16/19
When I was young, I took ballet
or in the sun with friends I'd play.
but once in school I learned to read,
on stories I began to feed,
especially when days were grey!
Upon the bed or couch I lay
for hours, and nobody could sway
me from it! It became my need
when I was young.
Through many books I wormed my way.
In fiction's world I longed to stay.
Mom had read me tales, so she'd
been planting in my mind that seed
by reading to me everyday
when I was young.
March 14, 2019
No print on hand-held screens can draw her in...
for only hard-bound, covered books are gems;
held close with love, absorbing through her eyes,
those magic words that fill her heart and mind.
At just months old, she trembled at their sight...
small story books grasped firmly in her hands.
Her mom would read the words, and one by one
she savored them like candy-coated treats.
A 'bookworm' during school years, she oft hid
an open one to read, spread on her lap...
when caught, admonished to put it away;
although, with honors, she would graduate.
Fast forward now, with valued books, she works
as high school English teacher, where she spent
four years herself with great books, growing up,
and now promotes the love for them in teens.
Her town's historical society
embraced her research aptitudes and flair
to read, compile, their books of history.
Dear granddaughter...we are so proud of you.
Sandra M. Haight
BOOKWORM AND THE CLEVER TREE--
magical mountain
a solid, clever tree reads
betrayed by the books
those uncovered pages
read in the dark in the park
betrayed by the looks
classical words read
those squiggly page worm embraces
bookworm reads all day
3/8/19
For The Book Worm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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