"Memory is a treasure, once lost may never again be found" by poet
As I clean my closet for the last time,
each dress, each coat, I handle tenderly
they remind of a life that once was mine
when choosing tomatoes came easily
and, taking a walk, I did leisurely
At the back of the closet, there's a box
I had forgotten, marked: "Save, used seldom"
It's a box of laughter and silly socks,
a half-full bottle of Satin Skin Balm,
a crayoned heart saying, "I love you mom"
Brushing away tears, I look more instead
Midst the pom-poms, I find a dolly's shoe
"My dollys don't talk to me now," she said
Just like that, childhood disappeared, I knew
I am saddened by how quickly time flew
I will begin my new life tomorrow
On this box of memories, I'll depend
It has my heart and I'll often borrow
my children's left-over moments and spend
days with their sweet faces, as I pretend
conscious
acts
to
stimulate
impresions
surface
textures
waxed
in
crayoned
creativity
September, I welcome your brand new moon,
Fun autumn color changes that occur
Blessing new seeds to fulfill new fruit soon
Falling in love with autumn cool breeze that does stir
Sounds of strumming strings unfurl brittle limbs
A uninterrupted breeze, a soothing kiss amber leaves crowd
Enchanting they fall round and round with wings
Life elegance amongst scribble crayoned clouds
With first breath, the wakeful light of dawn days
Departing summer amid cooler nights
Spirit's pureness admires and sings praise
Losing oneself in serenity of the dim sky's sight
Remember September as Fall enters
Passionately and unhurried moon veils the sky
Surrendering to hints of cool winter
9/17/2021
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Contest Name HELLO SEPTEMBER
Amongst scribble crayoned clouds and an autumn sun,
Honey butter, pure and innocent flow as one.
Tiny undistinguished flickering candlelight
Losing itself in serenity of the dim sky's sight.
Fading away unseen into the quite formidable sigh
In a soft glow those hangs on the edges and dance up high.
Amidst nature's forest deep, evolving a work of art,
Deposited in people's hands most fascinating heart.
Passionately and unhurried moon veils the sky
In luminous ebony capturing their adoring eye.
10/18/2020
Collaboration With The Silent One Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
an editor's lament
I'm sick of shitty verses, mine and yours
Keep them far outside my office doors
In the postal drawer
I see eighty-four
Surely I will die if I read more.
I'm tired of lyric cruddiness submitted
By these would-be poets so limited
In talent and in vision
I cannot quite envision
What they thought they did when they did it.
Maybe it's high time we suspended
Publication of Top-upended
So many silly, horrid
Long epic poems, florid
Each time I get another I'm offended.
I go deathly pale from things like these
Send them to anybody else please
Blank verse or concrete
Crayoned or typed neat
Mail them to magazines overseas.
c.1978
This crappy old poem is from days when poets had to submit their rotten verse through the postal system. I edited a small journal and received 20 or 30 manuscripts per day. And I submitted my works here and there as another face in the crowd. The reality described in the poem is a condition that is even worse nowadays, when lousy poets don't even have to buy an envelope or a stamp to wreck an editor's day!
The crayoned rainbow
Got swallowed by her sea bed,
Sinking deep inside.
“Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.”
? Dr. Seuss
Looking At Life Through Rose Colored Glass and Daydreams
I gaze up towards the sky watching all the birds’ flyby
Whoosh, with outstretched wings they fly so high
Soaring into the horizon
Amongst the crayoned clouds and autumn sun
~
Wishing I could fly, escaping into the sky
Saying goodbye losing myself in the serenity of the bluish sky
Fading away unseen into blissful fantasy dreams
Another way of looking at life through rose colored glass it seems
~
To relish the sparkling beauty of the sky
And circle round and round over tree tops up high
Soaring into the horizon
Amongst the crayoned clouds and autumn sun
~
Oh... in anguish knowing I couldn't fly
I cried and cried until the tears ran dry
Shhh...I ran away into blissful fantasy dreams
Looking at life through rose colored glasses and daydreams
© Eve Roper 8/12/2015
Contest Name: Dr. Seuss Quote Prompt
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
she said that yellow didn't suit
said she was leavin' me to boot
took all her shoes, of most the hues
'n' she left me nothin' but the blues
her lighter smiled hues of amethyst,
she left the blue but took the rest
that purplish-red jus' left my head
'n' she left me nothin' but the blues
her red soo hot, it fired my desire
she took that too, no more to eye her
ain't nothin to do - desire's taboo
she's left me nothin' but the blues
took her magenta in my absentia
I came to empty home to find she
crayoned me a goodbye memoranda
left colored in the goodbye blues
she said that emerald was her thing,
the thing was, she liked the green
took all our jack, 'n' left me slack
she left me nothin' but the blues
now she's gone like fifty shades
hued ghostly remembrance slowly fades
wishin' white was black won't get 'er back
I'm left with nothin' but the blues
© Goode Guy 2013-12-15
True earth
crowded with the familiar facial form:
chalked on concrete
crayoned by children,
squirted on birthday cakes,
in camera with teeth all whitened,
portraited, imitated, formulated.
We don't wake up
until we see it.
We plaster it on
birds or cats or pigs.
We laugh and laugh.
How much these creatures
imitate. want to be us,
replace us, take part with us.
We don't honor the fishes,
except maybe the friendliest kind.
Resent the arthropod, lobster,
spider, insect
that appear to spite us.
In the center, flesh
at her heart
red rivers
flow,
moss feet, soft
as wildflower fields
grow
canyons crayoned
stenciled against
mist and twilight
sky eyes, clouds
pass
through mountains
of moonlight,
Mother
bless me tonight.
This poem is for the earth who is Mother to us all, and for my Mother, how I miss her today.
red letters crayoned
scared since the note passed along….
Impassioned kiss spawned
Everyday of our no-stop lives we fail to see our fragility
We ignore the vulnerability of our world…living in sandcastles
Carefree and pompous we build our illusion with a grand vanity
Knowing the price but ignoring the danger…bucketing out sandcastles
Digging moats to keep problems out and fool our comforts blindly
Still we forget the cycle of tide approaching…that erodes away sandcastles
The waters crest upon our walls and devolve us all to our rudimentary
As we numbly stand watching the sea taunting…licking away sandcastles
With passing time the warring oceans recede her brigands hide away her spoils
The cycle completing the soft grains painted smooth…once holding sandcastles
Returning in number to re-polish the mirror that holds the negative and vein
With shovel in hand and a crass brazen will…rebuilding old sandcastles
At season approach the fury disregarded we admire our crayoned hard
landscapes
Destined for ruin with blind futility we keep building…unbalanced ever-yielding
sandcastles.