Published Poet
I wrote a poem 24 years ago,
I have forgotten it now,
but I was paid twenty quids
and my plan was to frame it
for anyone doubt
I was truly a poet,
My wife was sarcastic about this
paltry sum, she didn’t get it
I had joined the rarefied
of a poet who had been paid
for his work.
I do not do poetry comps
anymore,
The excitement of winning was
too overwhelming.
Categories:
comps, abuse, angst, anxiety,
Form: ABC
Fairies Stroke's Of Luck
Traipse taffaria fairies, comps citrine
fragrances, tis thirty orangey glean
plucked days hath November, foundation blend,
paints its labored autumns rests, well-earned friend.
Forbade naught tis these pristine fairies, gifts
kids pain brief, gather teeth hid neath pillows,
wands magical dreams, wield light, rare shrubs swifts,
primed raw fairies trainee, Greenwings, each knows.
Waned Fall grant wildflowers-stitched fairies, tell
all hibernate games and creatures stores, while
kids frolicked heaped leaves; aged viewed its hues, smile,
yon fairies whisp fringed season as chill fell.
Autumn ends twain fortnight, Jack Frost awestruck,
Blessed bounteous crop, a fairy's mint luck.
***taffaria; Fairies' wings are made of a special material called taffaria. This ultra-strong, silky and transparent material is clear at first glance but actually has all 7 colors of the rainbow in it. Red, purple, yellow, pink, blue, green and orange.
2019 October 30
*1st Place*
November Twinkle Fairy
~~Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
comps, blessing, change, color, fantasy,
Form: Sonnet
internal rhyme
Lil knows skill without frill; she’s talented, sharp and agile.
Lady Lil moves in many grooves and improves with each try.
When she sits, she throws fits, but never quits her rally cry.
Lady is her team’s mascot, quite the right sight - non-fragile.
In gym, she skips, does dips, her hips bouncing like jelly;
Observe, at Spring Fling comps, she can swing flags as smooth as cream.
Wearing gloves, she loves her rifle drill - The Dying Doves' Dream.
Boyfriend Bill will wink, then blink in sync with her belly.
Lil’s so zealous; Bill gets jealous which should compel us while
we examine the famine which is jammin’ in Lansing.
They go dancing and prancing, he has in mind romancing;
but she’s the boss of floss. He is cross, but yields to her style.
May 22, 2019
Overzealousness matched with excessive acquiescence can encourage a famine in relationships. Uplifting can be mistaken for genuine feeling.
Categories:
comps, 11th grade, character, jealousy,
Form: Rhyme
Bountiful goodness of squash, pumpkins and gourds decorate hay bales
Elaborate labyrinth of vines dried by August suns lean against twilight fences
Autumn colors of browns reds and oranges and a flash of yellow light the way
Uniquely different each time yet recognizable from one fall to the next
Trickling leaves surround lazy sleeping cat shadows, illuminating joy.
Intricate webs made by Indian Summer spiders sparkle in corners of our porches
Football season unveils friendly animosity amid the joyous coolness of autumn
Ultimate prettiness resides in this well thought out palette of our master artist
Luxurious pieces of kindling lead to a red hot bonfire adding ambiance to the night
Flush with butterscotch colored maize peppered with red and black kernels,
Autumn magic has no comps. She is her own category, unchallenged
Lovely in her unparalleled radiance, honored with the year’s prettiest skies
Languishing in comfortable repose, not understanding her magnificent innocence.
Written 9-10-2018 Beautiful Fall Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
comps, seasons,
Form: Acrostic
The slow phrasings of one of Miles' children
leads me to believe that there are niches
that each can fill like a band of brethren.
One carves a melody, one sows the riches
of an under beat, another comps the chords
and changes, one waits his turn and reflects
and reacts. All move together, no lords
here, a community that respects
talent and covers the failings of each.
No community, we all flail about
finding the niche that we think we should reach.
With no context to move, we move with doubt,
each one intent on proving that each
one's talent or skill should lead the march.
Categories:
comps, allegory, allusion,
Form: Sonnet
Hold your tongue don't speak in haste.
Your words could hurt or humiliate.
Offer help and give them hope
don't take them down but lift them up.
You don't know about their inner lives
the big black dog could be close by
to take there hope and self esteem.
Please remember don't be mean.
The big black dog he does note care
and he can strike anywhere
the rich the poor tall or short
he really does not care, beware.
I didn't write this for a competition as such but on depression
and thought it got the message across and its something I feel
needs highlighting so entered in one of the any poem comps contest number 223
comp entry 19/11
Categories:
comps, depression,
Form: Free verse
Courting days are long over now
men, well, what does define a man?
Certainly, it is not merely physical?
yet one would expect manliness to
involve some sort of strength?
Does a man let a woman cry?
Does a man make a woman cry?
Honey DO this! Honey move-do that!
The theater is mostly empty now,
no sedans emptying bushel loads of kids,
no popcorn flying through Saturday afternoon’s air.
The kids are reigned in plopped in front of laptops,
too elastically rubber-kneed to walk more than
from the bed to the chair.
I mean the lounge chair, where
they slouch in perpetuity.
A decade or two of days to reframe
two generations of total couch potatoes.
They sit glued to their IPhone, IPods, Kindle’s
not writing, not composing but gaming.
It’s enough to make a mother cry, daily.
Fathers rush down packed highways,
single sardines in smaller and smaller cans,
toward their own desktop comps.
Carpal tunnel runs rampant over the populous.
Emptying box, after box of environmentally correct
reused paper tissues and green nappies into landfills,
online they bet on the daily double.
Categories:
comps, change,
Form: Free verse
Published Poet
I wrote a poem 24 years ago,
I have forgotten it now,
but I was paid twenty quids
and my plan was to frame it
for anyone doubt
I was truly a poet,
My wife was sarcastic of this
paltry sum she didn’t get it
I had joined the rarefied
of a poet who had been paid
for his work.
I do not do poetry comps
anymore,
the excitement of winning was
too overwhelming.
Categories:
comps, celebration, eulogy, funny,
Form: Bio
Here is another gullible fool in a bad situation.
There she was plunking away the money in this casino nation.
The player was hoping to hit it big with this machine.
However, it sadly concluded as an ugly scene.
She showed no signs of stopping. She just carried on.
Before this woman knew it, her money was all gone.
How about comps? How parsimonious could the house get?
With only a few bucks, the player is full of regret.
Can she buy a cup of coffee? She does not have enough.
This turned out to be a night that was rough.
As any other loser, she gets in her car and departs.
However, she will return. The habit continues after it starts.
Categories:
comps, games, loss,
Form: Rhyme
They try many things to get you down
to this gambling Mecca of a seashore town.
In many directions, the management of these places will go.
It has all been carefully designed to get your dough.
Free meals, free drinks, free rooms, and more.
However, they are not as generous as they were before.
Those houses are now in a precarious situation.
Other gaming places are popping up across the nation.
You would think they’d be upping the ante with their offers.
However, they don’t easily open up their coffers.
Business will not be so glorious
if they continue becoming more parsimonious.
Categories:
comps, business, games, travel,
Form: Rhyme
No sooner shall we break
Never better for when time shall come
Never a moment for to await
A little gadget savvy we have all become
If it ain’t a mobile piece
Shall then a comps or a laptop
A tablet perhaps for emails receive
With never a need to ever spare a thought
Google it... go surf the net
Information at the touch of your fingertips
Complaints becoming that of lack
A lesser being to be humane where humanity slips
Stupidity hiding behind every smarter phrase
Intellectuals becomingly more contain then open
Life endeavors a little lesser more to chase
Embracing that of company yet to be lonesome
We have forgotten how to live
Mutual understanding no longer for two
Have we the technology to believe?
When living life can really be cool?
Categories:
comps, life,
Form: Rhyme
There is a place on the shore of New Jersey.
Everyone has heard of it, it is called Atlantic City.
This is a place of yearlong activity.
Yes, this is a city nearly everyone knows.
I know you are very familiar with the casinos.
With offers in the mail, they draw you down the shore.
They entice you with comps and giveaways galore.
When they see you, they will gladly open the door.
They are only after your money, and then some more.
Casinos merely regard you as another gullible sap.
Each place is only a clip joint and a trap.
If you are considering a trip, then hold your horses.
The machines and tables will tap all your resources.
When your pockets are empty, then it is time to roam.
When you lose, it seems like a longer distance home.
Categories:
comps, loss, travel
Form: Rhyme