may starts summer off.
june best month with birds singing.
july a 250 birthday.
aug is summer ending soon?
fall dressed in pretty colors.
Pink tickles my funny bone.
AP: 3rd place 2026
polar pals parading around, perky in pink
Pretty Patty Pureblood and her bear Ink
They were proved friends, who loved each other
Closer than a sister, mother or brother
They were the talk of the town at first said Mrs. Yerk
But now we are used to them, and it seems to work
They bring cookies to the shut ins and read scripture too
They would look odd now if they wore yellow or blue
Melvin the monster went to Halloween dressed as a mirror
What is it? Some asked. Pointing -over here, over here.
He thought he had outfoxed them, but his costume lured them in.
What is it? Who is it? The other children were fascinated by him.
Measuring the length
of a plowed field
she carries her burdens
waist high, as a nurse
would carry bed sheets
from a hospital ward --
a flurry of activity.
Each morning the same
composition of mind,
an attitude of urgency;
her movements, her speech
stilted -- like all her
predictable gestures.
She could not decide, so she went trick-or-treating as all three
A butterfly daisy girl, that was our granddaughter, Bree.
Daisies in her hair, butterflies fluttering around her back.
She was also a Halloween diva from lovely Hackensack.
Fool a very powerful word,
with four unassuming letters.
Young and dumb in school,
we said we would be best friends forever.
Then came your wedding,
I took you to find your pretty dress.
Your mom and sister were no where in sight.
As your maid of honor,
I stand tall and proud watching over you both.
Your sister came as a guest,
her husband never bothered to show up.
You asked me to keep your lies,
and I did.
My mouth was glued shut,
not a word to be spoken.
Your letter came,
as I read my heart broke into a million pieces,
my fingers were burned from the paper and words.
How could you say these things to me?
Over the many long years,
had I been a fool dressed as a friend to you?
"Yellow is a bright and fun color to enjoy." By Poet
My husband and I met,
many years ago.
After writing weeks of letters,
he was coming to visit me for a few days.
Yellow was my then boyfriend's favorite color,
I was going to be a fun surprise for him.
The engines of the airplanes roared,
just like my nervous stomach.
I was dressed in all yellow from head to toe,
looking like a big bee with a huge smile.
When he got off the airplane,
he said, "you look breathless."
Then we both laughed until we cried,
I may have looked stupid but he loved it.
I chose this moment because it set the stage for our life together. He was coming to see me. We had first met a few weeks before. I wanted to impress him. Knowing yellow was his favorite color, I knew I would be in yellow. I went to many stores finding yellow from a head scarf to shoes. Every line was easy to write because it was a fun part of our life. I removed the part about him staying with my girlfriend and her husband because it was not about yellow or the airport. To this day, we still laugh about this airport meeting.
THE WELL DRESSED MAN my first ever poem written in 2005
One night I came to Tea Rooms
I came along bare feet
The owner looked at me and said
Shoes!!!!! or ye canna have a seat
I looked at him and said,
My face, my arms, my legs
my bare and hairy chest
Why there's even women here
who show a bit of breast
But he was determined
that I should be well dressed
Bare feet are not acceptable
and he was not impressed
So out I went and fossicked
in my yellow kombi van
Until I found a pair of thongs
I'm now a well dressed man
The thongs they covered up my soles
enough to gain me entry
To take my place and sit among
the shod Maleny gentry
And as I ponder 'bout these feet
that are so much maligned
I've never put them on the table
anywhere I've dined
But rules are rules as we all know
regardless of the logic
But my lovely little bare feet
are seen as bloody toxic
No matter that there's sweaty jocks
or shoes that carry grit
The way we dress is how we're seen
as sartorially unfit
Footnote: Not another poem until July 2025
A Well-Dressed Mess
Sometimes she feels damaged and dark.
and that no one really sees or knows how deep it goes.
The contrast is stark.
Difference is night and day.
Her aura and love for others shines as bright as the sun.
While her heart is as heavy and clouded as the sky when the storm comes.
Every time, she thinks she finds a safe space to be herself… feel seen, heard and understood.
it dissipates right before her eyes…
like cotton candy in a bowl
of water.
She tries to grasp at it, but before she knows it,
it’s gone.
She finds comfort in her solace and solitude,
because she’s unmasked and declothed.
No white picket fence & garden full of roses,
with pleasant smiles and false supposes.
Just her. No expectations and room for
discernment from others. The ones who
never really see her, are the ones who
stay... She is still figuring it all out. “I'll just take it
day by day”, she says.
She’s a composed, poised and “well-dressed” mess.
Striving for independence and trying to be strong
But, constantly succumbs to emotional distress
As though she deserves it.
Nervous for our wedding day
But as ready as I'll ever be
~ Did you remember the ring?
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
I don’t like you in any other color,
But red.
I love the way it plays off your skin,
Or how it gets dried in your hair.
Darling you were made for red,
So why are you wearing anything else?
Do you think you look silly?
Because you certainly don’t,
If it helps I can show you.
Just cut down your arms,
Make sure it’s deep,
And look in the mirror.
You may not be smiling now,
But I’ll make sure you are later.
Don’t you dare try to heal it,
Your scars need to be shown.
I can tell you what you want,
Or not,
It’s your choice.
Darling I am waiting,
And you sure are taking your time.
Please shut up,
Your voice makes me sick,
So I want you to bleed.
Dressed in red,
Is the only way you will be dressed.
dressed for murder
Autumn leaves have made the track in the forest a wonder
to walk, the summer is over, and now the best time of the year beckons.
Stillness, a squirrel is busy collecting nuts; they have seen me before
and see no reason to stop their task.
A black snake scuttles across
the track and appears annoyed, like I should have disturbed
The natural order of things: snakes catch squirrels.
It was a serpent that ed up Adam and Eve`s dream of Paradise,
a small bungalow and a few pigs, was that too much to ask?
Up north, they kill seals, they eat our fish, so we kill them and women
They were beautiful coats, especially baby skin fur, but that is ok,
The sea is our larder.
god-given
luscious coat of fur
ready for any Siberian storm
~ let it snow
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
~ mountains in white hats
shed winter coats - feeding rills …
springtide’s bright bloomers ~
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