I'm going to keep writing regardless of the outcome
I'm going to keep clicking my keys and my mind
I'm going to create from nothing what I need
I'm going to give it all I got, cuz its what I do !
I will share my thoughts whether you like it or not
I will give you the best of me, and you decide
I will not be a cower in face of gossip and quarrel
I will not fold just because you think I'm too much
I'm going to write like a true writer until it gets dark
I'm going to write in the sun like a bard of old and win
I'm going to share my light with others using only words
I'm going to be the girl I was born to be, tall tales are free
I'm going to entertain you with words and phrases from ?
I'm going to sparkle like bran new cutlery, be it fork or spoon
I'm going to serve it to you every day with a smile
I'm going to be a poet whether you like it or not
I'm going to keep writing regardless of the outcome
I'm going to brave it and write until the day is done.
I am a hatchling
Who hardly knows a thing,
I don't have much of a past,
The world is wide and vast,
I don't know what to do
In my life that's bran-new,
I need someone to lead me
To where I should go and be.
I am a hatchling,
Warmth is essential in the night;
Soon I'll be a fledgling
Once I've grown feathers for flight,
I don't know what to do
In my life that's bran-new
I need someone to teach me
How to sing and fly free.
I used to live inside a shell
Now I'm fresh out of the egg;
I'm a chick coming of age,
I won't be trapped in a cage.
I now know what to do
I'm soaring in skies of blue,
I have someone with me
Two of us perched in a tree.
Say hello to June, come greet each floral scent that fills your hearts and noses
it is time to put away your winter garbs & lose yourselves in leaves and roses
June, a month of gentle starts as the days get longer filled with golden light
we oft renew our garden vows, planting seeds of joy wherever we go
"Oh! Flowery Month of June, sing to us a song of hope & gentle care,
as you lead us through the garden path of life with truth and dare...
With each rising bran new day comes the promise of a new tomorrow
help us embrace the moments that come to us without deep sorrow
Goodbye May Hello June, like those lovely strawberries I see grow in June,
I am longing for serene enchanting nights, beneath your strawberry moon.
Longing for the flowers that adorn my garden patch
I open wide the door that I imagine sits unlatched
Inside this magic land of mine, I'm longing to explore
every dainty blossom bud arranged with sweet adore
Une belle Epoque, "a period of high artistic view"
each boutonnieres is a whisper of, " and how are you ?"
Abiding in the charms of my annual florets,
I sit and take to wonder, how it is that we first met
It was Maytime and the sun was oh ! bran new
yes we were enamored and we stuck like crazy glue
Two petals sharing one flower, we clung like poetry
leaning on each other sharing secrets, drinking tea
Oh but that was long ago, when love was all we knew
two flowers growing wild aside some gentle feverfews
Steadfast as the sun and moon we were back then
as I sit here in my garden for the life of me,
I cannot remember, when ?
"AS THE MISTY MOON RIDES HIGH"
Hoots from hungry owls' echo through the valleys
With the morning sun half awake
A bran new day opens eyes
Surviving through another night
Chipmunks, squirrels, possums, and hare
Play joyfully- until the sun sinks...
And the owl hoots again
One less hare- but three new baby kits
Jump out from their nest, next morn!
With the mist just about to ride high again
SWOOP! Breakfast at Tiffany's...for Mr. Owl
(4)
Upon your wings of crystal blue
a morning drop of dew
although the sky is watching you
you know, I am there too
Oh dragonfly of love, how do you do
I wonder as I sit and rue
about the things I never knew
and all this beauty, oh so new
Of all the sanctuaries of the world
you chose the one that has been pearled
by an artist's loving hand unfurled,
I am beholden to, things I have unlearned;
In this moment I appreciate the beauty
of a simple thing, that draws me
at the edge of dawn I am always free
to dance with this dragonfly and just be
Upon a sky of crystal blue a dragonfly wing of every hue,
although its made of old glass, every day feels bran new.
Written by: Mystic Rose
Inspired by: Susan Jarrell
In my twilight years I have grown silver,
weaved inside my hair and aging thoughts.
It reminds me of the first time I saw a star
beneath the first aurora hint of a bran new dawn;
All the firsts of my life have been sifted
like panned up gold between my fingers
Sieved through, held brief and then let go
inside this aging heart the memory remains ;
I once was ever altered like the shades of my hair
today I'm much more constant and alert
as I watch the passing storm from my window
I feel like a lamp post blazing in the snow
Lit up at dusk and closed after dawn
I feel like an iron metal post, though I am water,
holding up a dam of love inside my soul,
for all the ones I love, loved and continue to love.
Your Vienna
o youth,where did you go
those yesterdays,still glow
pure white,as virgin snow-
whose face is this I see,
is this really me;
where,where did youth flee-
inside,still seems bran new
my youthful outlook,stays
albeit,passing days-
a future lies ahead
beyond the grave,He said
the narrow path,to tread
September hues of school day smiles and bran new leather bags
creative minds as young as baby figs with eager hearts of lore
My days were full with mischief makers and bragging scalawags
but as the evening fell it was dad and I and paper planes galore
Lined creased papers pressed against father's smoky fingers strong
a wide tooth grin that said it all, while folding them in Ludwig style
Symmetrical wings shaped at the edge to fly through standby throng
inside a backyard airfield 16x24, .. we launched then bridged a mile
One was shaped like a prayer mantis one was fashioned like a jet
homework waited as we glided through a glide-path then a runway
Aerobatic landings that were much more thrilling, then a Lego set
oh the wanders of those days when we both knew, how to play.
August 13, 2022
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A reflection
o youth,where did you go
those yesterdays,still glow
pure white,as virgin snow
whose face is this I see,
is this really me;
where,where did youth flee
inside,still seems bran new
my youthful outlook,stays
albeit,passing days
a future lies ahead
beyond the grave,He said
the narrow path,to tread
in a resurrected body,new
for what I did for you
A quatorzain-free form sonnet
Note:(ichthys), or XIesoûs Khristós, Theoû Huiós, Sot?r;translates into English as 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior'
One Valentines day Cupid went on strike because well ... he didn't like
the dating games on T V showing fake people trying to hitch up and all
They were gold diggers he said, first they say love me, then take a hike
he didn't think their hearts were true, they were always having a brawl
He packed his gold tipped arrows and moved out of his Love Chalet
up the mountain he went to meditate, he met a man named Tate
who asked him, "can you spare me an arrow, I'm in love with Kate"
Kate and Tate got married but soon their love turned to hate
Thinking he had lost his touch he shot clandestine arrows how sad
people kissy faced & moonied, so he thought maybe I'm not so bad
He got hired on T V as a host for a bran new dating show
gold tipped arrows and trusty quivers, he turned them all aglow
Cupid God Of Love shooting arrows once again, love was in the air
opulence of heart & soul came first this time, love was everywhere
Valentine Smoochies, hoochie-coochies, snoggies and kisses oh dear,
Cupid was back and love was on track, for anyone who ever came near.
“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.”
Rumi
It was the summer of 1967 and the sun was almost bran new
me and Tony L. skipped to the corner to raid the candy store
sometimes we bought a paper bag full of small penny candies
other times it was a fancy box, full of Cracker Jack popcorn ...
We grew up like sleuths on 2nd Avenue by the rubble of Miron
sludging through dried clay and playing with colorful marbles
As we played with washed up marbles, we grew up in time
laughtering our days until the sober rays of adulthood arrived
No one will ever forget that place on St. Michel dear bro,
it was where the pine tree grew, when life was spanking new
all the prizes that we won, are still laying on the concrete floor
Written by : Mystic Rose
Have you ever come to the end of the day,
and can run the clock back play by play,
and can add it up that supposedly
it was the day it was suppose to be,
but somehow it seems that no time has gone
like a broken record playing on and on,
and you think back through all the things you’ve done -
every day every deed bleeding into one,
and you can’t help but feel just a little fear
and hopelessness, cause it isn’t clear
what it’s all about, why you rise each day
fight the fights you fight, play the games you play,
do the things you do, “Just what the hell for”
for you’ve done it all a thousand times before,
and could keep on going til the bitter end,
and perhaps you will but what purpose then
does it serve, and so your left with not
but to sigh and deal with what you’ve got,
and just keep moving for you know what they say…
tomorrow will be a bran new day.
, italics
In The Mood for Love Again
By Karen Fitzpatrick
I’ll never forget the love we shared
Not knowing how deep I would grow to care
Time was precious
Hours were few
Each night seemed bran new
Making love was so complete
Oh how complex
Oh how passionate
Dreams of a love no other will defeat
For ours was a love that had no beginning
Or no ending
Resting only in hearts spinning
Love unfading
Overwhelming
Vast in our universe
Endlessly rearranging
Ageless like the heavens
Grateful for every moment
Allowed to share
In the mood for love again
Never will my heart cease to care
, italics
SUPERIOR – not the lake
To me there are no persons drearier
Than those who think themselves superior,
Think everything in life that they do
Is a little, no, MUCH better than you (do)
She didn’t come right out and make a claim
Not sophisticate was to give it name
As example – I mentioned my dentist
Hers, compared to others by far the best
Sadly, my doctor’s name, somehow, came up
Hers had won the Johns Hopkins world class cup
When I mentioned housing she had a ball
When compared to hers, the Taj Mahal was small
Dare I mention our Jeep parked in the back?
She’d boast of her three bran new Cadillacs
Fed her dog ‘Vet’s Laboratory Test’
Even claimed her Fido’s droppings were best
Then, one day –
Joy! When they had to call an ambulance -
Her chronic case of painful flatulence
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