Gathering fantasies over here
Dog day stories having much cheer
Berries get loving stomp
Barbera wine we want
Arming our heart feeling cupid's spear
My cat Mimi, cunning and so wise,
Will wait quiet, then bounce by surprise
Make a rat its prey
Hold it in its sway
With it to play in triumphant guise.
There was a time I didn’t know my worth.
I didn’t know my purpose.,
I’d felt that way since birth.
I would talk to other girls at school,
but when they formed their cliques,
they did not find me “cool.”
Not cool enough to be part of their group.
I was just their sidekick who
got left out of the loop.
Broken, I was losing my strong will,
but neither was I the type
who could just stand still.
I looked for others like myself; boldly
I bounced back, giddy, in junior high school,
where I formed bonds of gold.
I was destroyed by life's rough edges, ruthless stones,
Shattered pieces lost in silent tones.
But from the cracks, a fierce new flame was born—
A strength that rose through every ache and scorn.
Each fragment became a ground edge,
the story of struggles fought and led.
Steady, resilient and standing tall.
I rise untouched-- stronger after all.
The marks I wear are maps of where I’ve been--
proof of the strength growing from within.
From fractured , I found my spirit whole,
broken but bold, I rise and take my soul.
~ 3rd Place ~
Broken but bold enough to bounce back
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Contest Judged: 11/28/2025 1:01:00 AM
There I stood at heavens pearly gates
Waiting for God to decide my fate
I was still a child, though very sick
Hoping my passing would be quick.
Then an angel suddenly appeared
Took my hand and said “not yet dear”
“Hold on tight and I’ll fly you home”
In a flash I was back in bed alone.
Home for me was a hospital ward
Where the illness had to take it’s course
Though it was a long painful ordeal
I got well, but the pain I had was surreal.
The hurt was daily, monthly and yearly
Told I was too young for hip surgery
My compensating knee wore out too
So one operation became two.
Forty years passed before the first op
Two years later, the second op I got
I must have had a miracle man
For both surgeries went to plan.
Bless all medics who take care of us
Every one is a gift from above.
Buxom Barbara burned her bra
never again lift and separate
or cross your heart to contemplate
she likes to feel her bosom counts
when flouncing down the boulevard
Barb now snags more bounce to the ounce
abroad in the world without a single care
it never fazed her one bit nor a whit
when this would jounce most men to stop and stare
as if they'd not seen such before
and she'd trounce 'em should they dare to pounce
a crystal-clear case of less is more
a happy bounce had lost his bounce
it wasn’t much, just weighed an ounce
but for this bounce, his bounce was all
as he’d bounce
and bounce
around the house
but now, oh no his bounce had gone
and without his bounce, it wasn’t fun
the poor old bounce just stayed inside
but although now still, he never cried
he thought of days he had his bounce
and all the good times he could count
so out he went, how brave was he
and starting small became bouncy
it wasn’t much, just weighed an ounce
the happy bounce had found his bounce
Bouncing back and forth
Or fifth or sixth or seventh
I can continue to count
Still no feelingd resound
Continue to drown
Not knowing verb from noun
Silent speech
Secrets they keep
Forever you
Leads to truth
Bouncing back and forth
Slamming doors
Trying to close
Fights no one knows
Will we ever hear
The violence that's near
Questions asked
Mind attack
Bouncing back and forth
Death and birth
Give in take
Written fate
Do we ever know
The director of the show?
Or is it all pretend?
Present or past tense?
All that remains
Foul or fame
Whichever game
Created to play
Bouncing back and forth
Empty or core
Less or more
Cup over poured
Not giving more
Just enough
In given lot
Will remain
Ancient gain
No matter the way
Love and appreciate
The light of day
Humpty Dumpty didn’t bounce like a grape
Nor fly away with a magical cape
He turned a shell of himself
When he fell off the shelf
Since they hadn’t yet, invented duck tape
bouncing
trouncing
flouncing
pouncing
Tiggers: bouncing, trouncing synergy
of pure flouncing, pouncing energy
‘Farewell’, we thought the Four bade,
To the angering crime of Raid,
And suddenly they vanished with Brown’s Motorcade,
Sprouting disappearing wings!
‘The Four Accursed Things!’
Off with a B-M-W of superb grade,
Its color, a firm promise never to fade,
And sleekness, a salute to whom had it made …
And into the matter stung cops said to wade,
Badly wanting their hands on them lay,
Plus God who had heard that ‘Farewell’ they’d said,
And wants B-M-W snatching sin dead.
Punitive whips must land their loudest whack
For car snatchers to not bounce back.
sometimes our skin a trampoline
word tricks bouncing outside borders
letters getting stuck in springs
too hard to pronounce
sometimes a male forest
trees and bark and dark animal like that
sometimes I suppose its prose
I don’t knows
it’s the many one thing
scrunching fingers and toes
sometimes teeth and nose
we know exactly what we’ll never like
what we’re never like
not like that
until our eyes and ears
are pinned into the music
and then our skin sinks deeper into
canyons as we realize the trick is no illusion
just another us
protruding from inside youthful insolent springs
Whimsy roams around my living room
Flipping the curtains, laughing at my consternation
But really do I care?
Not a wit.
Fanciful language slips into a sliver of the floor
Skidding to a stop in front of the mouse carcass
A stench that is losing its potency.
Adjectives bounce up and down on the couch
Treating it like the trampoline that it is.
I pop my hazel eyes, feeling a speck of irritation.
Of course Trixie, my muse is lying on her back.
Kicking her legs up in the air, chortling.
Tuesday.
Forcing myself to try….
One scribble after another.
Findlay Wooster, he told me
he was, a world famous
Producer. We started Date-em
My intisipation he would be
true. He introduced me to
Goneil Lago, a chelloust from
"Mix and Waco" the bank thats
always on the tele. I was so
excited and kinda delighted
he winked and knodded at me.
Clever conversations while we
were dating, concerts, and
theatrics to see. We went for
suppa at linzzrys, he started
acting stingy, order one plate
and split it while me. We had
ah quarrel and Tiff, he said I
had a fit, and he would be
delighted if I'd leave him be.
Well that's when I meet Gaffa
a pleasant forever after, Gaffa
makes me feel like a queen.
I sang a ditty on his single,
he said I was very special,
that's when Gaffa proposed
to me!
We went to Date-on Ohio
164 miles away to
Do the gig.
Swank and Swiggle
Has successfully convented
Our manager to stopover
Linzzies Supper club
To hear the orchestra
Swede got drunk and
Wanted to mingle. He
Caught up wiff sum slink
she was tryna put him on
For the evening when
Gaffa started preaching
Bout us being wiff so many
women. Jealous, I mean jealous.
How he talking when he got
Twelve knuckleheads and
4 rx wives. I stayed in
The limo and watched the tele
Day up in linzzrys and come
Outside looking for cash to
Pay the suppa bill, me and the
Chafferier acted like we sleep.
I phoned it in, and then those
Fools come out wiff six woman.
And that hippocrite Gaffa wiff
Two of em!
Honey mambo sauce dripping off a his beard.
Talking n about it being Christmas all over the world. That why I wrote
"Christa's All over the World"
That's why!
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