She looked prettier than your average child
with full curly hair and big brown eyes
she had an unassuming smile, was a tad bit wild
confident like her mother, no surprise
she challenged me to a snowball fight
It did not feel fair, did not feel right
You might be sorry, I said to this darling girl
Come on! She said, Aren’t you my Aunt Pearl?
Relenting, I decided to do a little snowball fight play
Quickly creating a fancy snowball, I gave it a frosty hurl
Sixteen relatives with snowball buckets joined the fray
I was very sorry I had ever said yes to this darling girl
Write A Beautiful Terza Rima,
Contest sponsor: Constance La France
Date Written: 4/17/2026
I am challenged by the dark night
Some nights ample tears fall like rain
Now I feel I've come to the light
As I traverse world's rocky lane
Always I've lived by his strange beat
He chose me, I cannot explain
I followed pathway of his feet
Sometimes, I did in my sleep cry
But put on a smile in the street
Now I've had to say my good-bye
You have gone to a new far height
Somewhere up in God's awesome sky
Now I have to stand alone, right?
And now challenged in the dark night
What’s changed?
You’ve been all right before!
What’s changed to take you to that door?
So much rejection for the fool of the class.
So much derision for your words or your acts!
So much targeted laughter you know but can’t hear.
So much contempt- you burn the bridges in tears!
So now what? What’s happened to you?
There are people that have it much, much worse than this crying pathetic state of you!
Feel bad? Don’t we all?
Feel weak? Well, that’s you an’all!
Can’t sleep?
What’s bugging you tonight?
Oh, those dreams where you refused to fight?
It’s about time that you stood on your own two feet. It’s about time that you paid some board to me!
What’s happened is nothing for the rest of your life. You are too pathetic for a relationship, for a wife. You are like he was, and god knows he was weak.
I sometimes wish I never met him when I see you sleep.
Off you go then, but perhaps this time do it right. There’s a train track and there are trains that run through the night…
Been around the world
seen some strange sights in my time
and looking back
my favourite is a roadway sign
of yellow and black
viewed in the U.S.A.
which read
(intellectually challenged?)
'SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY'
We all are.' We all struggle to know.' Observe your decisions
Trust in your vulnerability, and Gods strength and reality
Speak out about your circumstance.' Also make effort to
Listen to others.. Love will not normally advertise itself'
So beware of any buisness's telling you what to love or trust.' Be immediate in your caring; that is a sound soul economy, all blessings to the reader.'
I remember when the world felt free
When i was challenged by all that I could see
But the days are less than more
Which means I have fewer to adore
And now I must be the best I can be
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
be wary of your
what nots also wherewithals
~ may haunt you someday
scribble scribble toil
and trouble not there and then
~ live and find out when
do not be concern
lest Mt St Helen's near you
shake, bake, tsunami (<--not Honolulu, only my isle)
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
The Holy Spirit
led the way
led the way
to a yes today
not yesterday
His moving wonder
by His
... Spirit
move across the Earth
embolden by His Spirit
oh yes its signs and wonder
move across the land
signs and wonder
the ocean
the ocean
the ocean spake true
I looked at Heaven oddly
the island was gone
I thought to myself
what have we done
nothing forthcoming
what part of signs and wonders ...
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
Albeit, natheless
of no consequence
admissible ... thing
humiliating
how now brown cow ... speak
named ... must be unique
imagination
generalization
easy, perspective
yours or mine, fictive!
that stretch, what is there,
images ... despair
strays loss memory
rare remembering
instantaneous
matter strenuous
reason of drainage
mayhaps some carnage
yes answers reason
purpose--intention
... a dreamer affects
... or schemer effects
telltale prophecy
image precisely.
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
There's a speck of time
that I can't define
yet only wonder
if fair of measure
howbeit true worth
yond meaningful girth
tethers our notion
... imagination
from that point, stretching
through awakening,
Our journey through life has just begun
Your beauty stands alone to be challenged by no one
You give me the confidence and wisdom to face each day
My mind fills up with rays of joy surely stay
She is the lady I've always dreamed of
Flowing from your heart is unconditional love
Comforting warmth captures me when I am cold
Locked into an embrace filled with passion about to unfold
If I could imagine what heaven could be
A vision of an angel looking back at me
Our lives are woven with silks of happiness
Fireworks light up the night sky just for us
In our evolution
we’re ever forced to chart,
with compass and the Master’s rule,
our lonely, needy heart.
Biogenic engineers,
legofederal bankoneers,
psychologic auctioneers:
WHO GOES IN THE STIRRUPS.
By our constitution
we’re challenged from above:
the value of the sexes,
the cost, the price of love.
The Roadside Medicine Sellers
Are Pharmacists' bold tellers
Of an enduring contest
Not unlike a weighted test!
Ever waxing Drug Dealers
Competing as Sure Healers
But spinning laughing profits
For all their being cursed misfits!
Shame to legalizing Laws
Unbolting illegal doors,
Patent Medicine - obtained Rights
A From - Reality Fool's flights
That often drop a body
For a post - Morten study
What a crazy patronage
Of Butchers in Tactful Age
Hardly like us for neck ties
Their tie - free neck for loud lies
Oh' how their shelves kick with drugs
In their stores Persian Rugs
Their Sales' Facilitators
The Non - Stop Oscillators
Admit men ,though, we're the cause
Before customers long pause
Smiles not customer- friendly
Handshakes not given grandly
Lordly prices for packets
The released picture Rackets.
I gasp, when you split your tight skirt
I’m shocked, your G string’s on display
It serves you right you dreadful flirt
I’m sure you knew my neighbor's gay!
He’s handsome with eyes of teal blue
Yet has no interest in you
Still you tried hard to seduce him
Right in front of his partner Jim
When you split your tight skirt I’m shocked
I gasp, your G string’s on display
You dreadful flirt, I’m sure you knew
My neighbors gay, it serves you right
A cougar could tempt a straight guy -
you’ve no chance with him… say goodbye!
Charonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
09/03/20
The impression that my father left
are scars upon my face
always chasing losers in the next race
wish i knew what a dad was like
Whisky aftershave
Temper spent
drunk upon the sofa
cuddle broke and beaten
mother crying on the floor
She bought the cards
i never signed
She covered bruises
in unlit rooms
excuses born of desperation
Stairs were never slipped
Doors weren't seen
Father you don't know what it means
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