There was a little cheeta whose name was Cindy,
who loved to sing,
However, she was tone deaf, her singing made
all the animals in the kingdom ears ring.
They would call her names and say" shut up
you're no good.
The lioness Queen of the jungle, told her
that she had a gift inside of her but she
must practice whenever she could.
She took the lioness' advice and practiced
all the time,
Then one day she opened up her mouth
and her voice was beautiful and sublime.
All of the ones that insulted and called her
names are now her biggest fans.
Moral- Stay true to your dream even when
other's doubt.
A delightful Children’s fable Contest Sponsored by
Carol Eastman.
07-10-16
First Place
Marked in heaven by games we play,
Of rhyme we teach or sheep astray,
Before Glory’s horse can be mounted,
“Can we have recognition?”
Hey friend, attention!
Stand up and be counted!
One, little two, little three, little Indians …
Childhood is somehow lost in sleep,
Discolored by darkness with voids that creep,
Sacred may be our own fields of clover,
“Can old souls redeem?”
Hey, I have a dream!
Red Rover, Red Rover!
Let the black man overcome …
We teach our broods of Divinity,
To praise and raise stories of His Majesty,
Diverse we are and are all the same,
“Is this only a test?”
Hey, He wants the best!
Hallowed be thy name!
Thy will be done in earth ...
Moral - Children reflect what they learn about diversity
Contest: A Delightful Children's Fable
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Results: 1st Place
So you return on silver wheels,
and the wheels are faster
than I remember them.
What memories you bring,
what joy,
what heartache, Brenda.
I had forgotten you 'til now,
but silver wheels still squeal
at the far side of my brain.
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"And thee returning on thy silver wheels" -
from "Tithonus", by Alfred Tennyson.
6/8/2016
Contest - Your own favorite poem
Sponsor - Carol Eastman
1st place win
A Friend as Far as to the Alters
Where did they go?
Running along the sweeping streams of life?
Standing behind the endless eclipse of darkness?
Hiding under the melancholy leaves of fall?
Bouncing among the clumsy clouds of obscurity?
Swimming around the savage sharks of strife?
Sleeping with the lonely lovers of hopelessness?
Where did they go?
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Contest Entry: Your Own Favorite Poem Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Placement: 1st Place
The
boys are
conversing
about a missing
cat that prompted them
to exchange some
thoughts on how
to find
such
John
tells Paul
that maybe
on the next day
it will just come home
he consciously
acted like
a lulled
Paul
“Look,
he’s lost,
so he can’t”
said Paul,“I’ll help
you put Lost Cat notes”
John said,“no, won’t
work since he
can’t read,
see”?
04/21/16
For the "Funny Kids Poem" contest
1st placer in a contest
given by Carol Eastman
SUN or MOON?
Two drunkards were not aware of morning or evening.
On one corner of sky full yellow disc was shining.
First one was prompt to show ‘Sun is about to set.’
Second one objected ‘Moon is glowing its best.’
Both quarrelled but right answer was totally missing.
On the spot third drunkard was seen to appear.
Both approached to get the correct answer.
First one told, ‘See, Sun is going down.’
Second protested ‘Moon wears golden crown’
Third one listened and tried to make clear
Third replied ‘I am full and going to burp,
but ready to explain you clear and sharp.
I reached this area just today noon
I know neither Mr Sun or Miss Moon
How can I say who is going down or who is rising up?
04/08/16
Humor Contest
Sponsor Carol Eastman
You cannot belly laugh
at a funeral
Nor you can bewail
at a wedding;
You cannot shed crocodile tears
when hurt,
You cannot turn blue
When feeling blue
Nor turn red when angry;
Feeling envious
won't turn you green!
You cannot eat a horse
no matter how hungry
Nor drink an ocean
no matter how thirsty;
You cannot take back
words once spoken
Nor retrieve a bullet
once fired.
You cannot dress up
a naked truth
Nor color a white lie;
Walls may have ears
But you cannot make them
tell the tales of yore;
You cannot hear
with the ear of a corn
Nor see
with the eye of a needle.
You cannot hear yourself snoring,
Nor fly away
with your imagination.
You cannot do nothing
Nor go nowhere?
You cannot grasp a bubble
Nor seize the time.
~Humor contest by Carol Eastman
Deep in the forest amongst the tall trees,
where all is peaceful and there is a gentle breeze;
The warmth of the sun embraces the land,
and the birds think of love and make a nesting plan.
They restlessly search the forest for that perfect mate,
with determination and vigor the males seek their fate;
On a branch in the green after he performed a lovely ballet,
the female is unimpressed with his grand and elegant display.
"I love you!" he chirps, as she pushes him with her dainty foot,
"Enough you fool!" she shrills loudly- then the love branch shook.
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December 18, 2012
Poetry/Rhyme/ A Lovely Ballet
Copyright Protected, ID 12-776-047-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the Humor Contest,
sponsor, Carol Eastman
First Place
wife has given a list of few items to buy
husband after seeing has exhaled a big sigh
items were of one kg honesty two bags of love
five kg of kindness so he given her a hefty shove
with shy she said Oh! my love, to win you let me try
For contest: Sponsored by Carol Eastman
The Kodaks of memory fade
The Kodaks of memory fade until all that remain
Are the sparkle of your eyes and the arabesques
Of your lips; haunting ghosts in muted hues, limp
Postcards discovered in a rummage through the
Attic of my mind.
I pause, staring in my mind’s eye at the
Curling cards, edges worn and torn from my
Grasping ruminations; an empty nausea grips me,
Tight chest reminding me of my heartache, and
Incomprehension of your rejection.
Images in the mind, albums of memories, fragments
Of life once cinema verite; now all coalesced
Into a frozen tableau of moments, each one
Eastman coloured only in dreams, the conscious mind
Seeing but sombre greys.
Gathered up, they fit neatly into a handy box,
That I can tape closed and hide in some dusty corner,
Until such time as I pass my memories in review;
Then again you will look out at me and smile,
With twinkling eyes.
Dressed like ballerina, she is good at her art,
Her smile- just a curve and her heart torn apart.
She walks on a rope held high at two ends,
Circus is her living, pleasure she pretends.
Her mesmerising eyes sometimes hold tears,
She too wants friends and play without fears.
She holds beauty of rose worries are her thorns,
Her childhood is dead, so everyday she mourns.
Though life is not easy she tries to stay strong,
To ease her worries, she sings a happy song.
Any Couplet You Wish - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Story Poem Contest - Poetry Contest
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Giving thanks for 2015
One glimpse back in 2015
Year that took all my strife,
Began with healthy outlook
negativity, the trashed crook,
His blessings gave me
fresh air to breathe in,
A lively perfect flair
that flowed in the air,
Few selfless friends
setting up new trends,
Throughout merry
tinged in redness of cherry,
Some bonfire
and softness of silky attire,
My love car
in all new avatar,
A dream house
and dear loving spouse,
Sweet child visit
at most weekends,
healing balms
for little pains did mend,
Thankful to God
for kindness He bestowed,
Gave me a healing touch
for ailing that I vowed,
Thankful to dear year 2015
you had been much more sincere.
Written Jan 12th, 2016
For contest by Carol Eastman
Awarded 1st place win
Thanks for 2015
Year Two Thousand Fifteen appeared phenomenal
bestowing new meaning in life on novel arrival
of my granddaughter Arianna to draw
God's blessing to my daughter and son-in-law.
Daughter of my heart received me on June morning
in the airport with her pretty daughter smiling
on her lap, the cute little angel
giggling like ringing of jingle bell.
I glanced, enchanted and stretched hands to her.
She just plunged on me as if too familiar.
So-long forgotten reminiscences brought me shower of charms
I felt as if daughter of my heart returned back to my arms.
Thanks to the year Two Thousand Fifteen
for great reward of granddaughter to win.
I am overwhelmed to be a grand parent
to watch a bud to bloom in beauty and scent.
01/09/2016
Giving Thanks for 2015 Poetry Contest First Place
Sponsor Carol Eastman
Thanks for 2015
Two thousand fifteen,
came and left like a quick dream;
many joys, some tears.
Thanks, God...we pray new year theme
be blessed without pain and fears.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Giving Thanks for 2015
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Judged: 01/13/2016
It may be Great Spirits above,
Or Almighty God that you love;
But each day say a deep prayer,
We have so much thanks to declare.
My glass is not full or empty,
But of life I have had plenty;
Even when my life was threadbare,
We have so much thanks to declare.
Oh thanks for the gift of writing,
For the happiness and weeping;
Against others never compare,
We have so much thanks to declare.
Give thanks for beautiful nature,
For humans and each creature;
There are things I, we can repair,
We have so much thanks to declare.
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January 6, 2016
Poetry/Kyrielle/"Thanks To Declare"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-741-932-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Giving Thanks 2015
Sponsor, Carol Eastman
First Place
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