The journey of a tear drop,
heralds a wall broken down.
Having held back the feelings,
that once started, cannot stop.
Heralds a wall broken down,
infidelity arrives, lost trust,
that once started, cannot stop.
Happiness, not love, but lust.
Infidelity arrives. Lost trust.
Confusion of what you feel.
Happiness, not love, but, lust.
You are on a spinning wheel.
Confusion of what you feel,
spawning hatred, when you lose all.
You are on a spinning wheel,
you are destined for this fall.
Spawning hatred when you lose all,
having held back the feelings.
You were destined for this fall,
the journey of a tear drop.
Entry for contest: Word Hurl
Hostess: Farah Chamma
Placement: none
Categories:
chamma, life, lost love, love,
Form: Pantoum
Blueberries, balckberries,
berries galore,
new mown grass smell
wafting through an open door,
bird and squirrel
who come to visit me,
or Coltrane jazz
playing warm and free.
When you get to be my age,
a hundred little things
become favorites you see ...
each moment precious and sweet,
every smile a warm treat.
for farah chamma contest "My Favorite Things"
Categories:
chamma, happiness
Form: Free verse
My Favourite Shoes
New shoes bought at great expense, soft and supple leather,
Sturdy heels with non slip soles, fit for any weather.
One may declare without a doubt
These shoes are surely strong and stout.
Shoes that know just when to dance, when to walk or run.
Shoes that given half a chance, stride out to have some fun.
They’ll take you where you want to be
And bring you back; or set you free.
Handmade shoes that last for years, and travel many miles,
Crossing bridges, strolling lanes, through the fields, and over stiles.
O’er life’s great map still tramping on
To see the world before it’s gone.
Time marches on, by its side, these shoes keep up the pace.
They’re old and scuffed, down at heel; in fact, a right disgrace.
But throw them out, I could not do
For comfort is a worn old shoe.
"My Favorite Things" contest
Sponsored by: farah chamma
Categories:
chamma, funnyold, old,
Form: Rhyme
This is to all you lovely folks, who have become such an important part of my life,
although I'd like to single out a few special folks- Sharon Weimer- everyone's No.
1 favorite poet and friend, Christy Hardy, John Heck, Ruby Metzger, Farah
Chamma, Sara Lokken,Catie Lindsey,Laura Mckenzie, Rhoda Galgiani, Patricia
Adams,Wilfredo Deriquito, Jack Reed,Sue Mason, Sandra Hudson, Carol Brown,
Karen O'Leary, Vince Suzadail Jr.,Heidie Buys, Elaine George, Teressa Harr-
Pena,Maya Kaabour, Susan Trotiner,Zeina Kasawat,Chaney Short,Michael
Jordan,Sean Kelly,Peggy Bertrand,Troy Jeremy Nelson,Joseph Spence,Patricia
Leonitis,Rene Bennet,Erin Conn,Julie Bristow, Josie Whitehead, Brian Strnd,
Rhea Daniel Dear,Adell Foster, Marycile Beer (what a lovely name!), Patricia
Contreras, John Loving III, Sandy Schermerhorn,and all the countless others,
please do not feel slighted if I missed your name...all you Soupers are super.
Happy Holidays!
Your poetry does amaze!
I'll be reading it,
And enjoying it,
Until my final days!
Best regards to people who have become so important in my life, and inspired
me, amazed me, soothed me, and made me smile. tom
Categories:
chamma, friendship, on writing and
Form: Prose Poetry
Is there any one out there anywhere?
To help to get rid of this tiring sex?
Why the pure love with it we mix ever
Is that not heavenly adulterous act perhaps?
Alas! The death is attached with birth,
Attached with jealousy is the desire,
Unhealthy rivalry with success and mirth,
My God what hidden strings there are!
Things that smell sweet are tasteless,
Things that stink give good taste chasteless!
But there is a great ray of hope nevertheless,
That failure is sweeter of all things hopeless.
Why dark, stinking, hairy part is alluring?
If proven otherwise I will quit scribing.
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Sixth Place winner
Contest : Word Hurl in honor of Farrah Chamma
Categories:
chamma, passion,
Form: Sonnet