On clumsy day of morning fogg
I woke up to reality
To check my beloved sanity
A stone became the chosen one
It was picked for his services
A hard son of soft rock,
A tough block, a rough block, indeed
Destiny knows his path
Growling wind observed the scenario
First flight took Mr. Stone to few feets
The desire was to Re-release
It left my hand to reach space
My head became a Crater by double pace
The stone lives in my head since then
He was first where the headache begin!
I love looking at your enjoyable face. I love the scent of your fragrance and the way you taste. It is such a sight to see such a lovely face. Your eyes stare at me as I gaze. There's no way I can enjoy such a beautiful shape. Your lips kiss my lips as I begin to taste. A tongue so wet as I pull it towards my way. You have me hypnotized in so many ways. This one enjoyable moment won't go to waste.
Every year a page freshly spun,
Merry moments bright and bold,
Radiant cheer, your dawn begun,
Cradled by stories to be told,
Now celebrate as years unfold.
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If you could find beauty in a piece of chalk,
Others may not find you worth their talk,
But you know that you are the one,
And like you-there are just a few or none.
The beauty cannot be hidden,
It can create a smile in the face of even the bed-ridden,
All you need is to enjoy it,
And find if it is for your appreciation-fit!
Beauty knows no boundaries,
It is innocent and pure,
If you could understand that,
You won't get into anybody's false-lure.
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
i could stay up all night with you and the pleasure of your company
it feels good to be care free and totally unaware with somebody with a mind alike
we are on vacation in the moment that we create
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
all electronic devices are off and we just converse freely and gladly
it feels good to be care free and totally unaware with somebody with a mind alike
we are immune to all and everything that causes unneeded stress and strife
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
we eat our seafood casserole, texas toast, corn on the cob, and zuppa toscana
with smiles that are wholesome and laughter that is full lie out bellies
we fall asleep knowing, but we choose to ignore the inevitable
P-oetic
R-emembrance's
E-njoyable
S-entence
C-onveys
I-nspiring
L-etter
L-etting
A-nnual
V-erse
I-n
C-omposition
E-mploy
N-ame's
T-rue
E-ssence
Topic: Birthday of Prescilla Vicente (March 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
breeze
uttered
a warm breath,
scooped up fluttered
leaves, stuttered disruption sounds, round, and round.
existence quintessence sputtered, muttered
Shakespeare words of
endearment
comfort
waft.
9/27/2020
I scream
I dream
I love ice cream,
Brain freeze
This is agony,
Salted caramel
Or mint choc chip,
Strawberry sundae
Tastes good to me,
I have a confession
I love rum and raisin,
I scream
I dream
I love ice cream,
The taste and the texture
I think are heaven,
Out of ten
I score ice cream eleven.
J-oyful
H-appy
E-xpression
R-elieves
Y-our
L-ife's
L-onely
M-oment
A-s
E-njoyable
V-erse
E-rases
M-emory
O-f
R-ugged
A-tmosphere
L-ike
E-astern
S-torm
Topic: Birthday of Jheryll Maeve G. Morales (April 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
(E)vening sunsets
(N)ights in summer
(J)ust a slight breeze
(O)ut on the porch
(Y)ellow flowers blooming
(A)ll around you and I
(B)right smiles beaming
(L)ost in moments tied together
(E)very embrace we share
Heidi Sands
4/6/17
knowing where i hurt
she applies something soothing
i am put to sleep
on my deck I watch
shadows crisscross sun’s last rays. . . .
my skin still feels warm
driving from the gym
seeing the mountains darkened. . . .
thinking of supper
the house is quiet
I savor all the morsels
of my peaceful meal
At my computer
I click on my friends' poems. . . .
night time’s joy fills me
Time is getting late
From my bed I watch TV. . . .
moon peers through the blinds
curled up by my cats
as my eyelids grow heavy. . . .
slumber land - take me
Written by Andrea Dietrich/Aug. 20, 2011
(see note about the poem)
Inspired by Francine Roberts'
Morning, noon, or night senryus Poetry Contest
I consulted myself and we’ve agreed
That no more sadness do we need.
I’ve had my full share of tragedy.
Please Lord, have some mercy on me.
Before I check a touted book out,
I riffle pages, see what it’s about.
I put it back if sadness I see,
Please Lord, have some mercy on me.
I tell myself it’s only a tale
It shouldn’t hurt to hear them wail,
But I’d rather read of hilarity,
Please Lord, have some mercy on me.
I feel every pain the hero feels,
I even stop to share his meals.
Don’t let him die in agony,
Please Lord, have some mercy on me.
Give me a book that makes me laugh.
I haven’t laughed enough by half.
I don’t want to read a tragedy,
Please Lord, have some mercy on me.
For Dr. Mehta's contest