Flavor guzzles an atmosphere
of cinnamon-dusted coffee.
Don’t worry there is plenty here,
a mug for you and one for me.
Sip slow but I will drink quickly
lest it vanish without a taste.
Spicy sticks languish dutifully
as our buzz is expertly laced.
Thought slips
Into a pale corridor
Walls made of nothing
Yet buzz with maybe
Light expertly folding
Bending around the quiet
Shaping a utopia
That is just not here
But it feels real…it feels close
I move towards it
Without footsteps
A soft apparition
Drifting in the hush
Daydreaming
Missy Glow said she has giant cat swing; I did not expect this
It must have cost her a fortune, I say to my curious sis
We both go back together to take another peek at this swing
I try to get a price, but she pretends she does not know a thing
It came from my fellow, a sweetheart, an angel, my new beau
I want one for myself, so I try to get his number from Missy Glow
He won’t take your call, he does not know you, she says expertly
I am so irritated I can barely swallow my crumpets and tea
Hey, I like that thing you did
That post was freakin’ good
I’d give it twenty million Likes
And frame it if I could
Where’d you get the idea from?
Man, it was INSPIRED
I’m glad you put it up online
Where it can be admired
That thing deserves to be shown off
I’m telling everyone
You pulled it off most expertly
I mean it: Nicely done.
We were not so poor
To be ungrateful
For what we lacked.
Full plates in a heated house
Made it seem undue to complain
For lack of poetry or a candy cane.
Ne’er a penny in a bush
Nor gift under the tree was for us
With corn, milk and eggs a plenty.
We dared not wish for more.
Each night we knelt in thanks
Before dreaming of a hotdog,
Birthday cake, Christmas
Gift, or a dime to buy
An ice cream cone.
The weeds we kept at bay
The trees chopped expertly
Our toil stayed the rest.
We were not so poor
To be unthankful
For what we lacked
As we hoed the corn
Milked the cows
Feed the chickens.
Starved of play we were
too busy making hay
To be ungrateful.
A poet’s quill never does seem to rest
It has to pen what the poet requests
When’er the muse enters the writer’s head
A quill must write or the words won’t be read.
At times a quill has to write through the night
When most folk are tucked up and sleeping tight
Not a poet with a head full of verse
It is enough to turn a quill berserk.
Even so quills love to show off their art
Knowing they are sure to thrill readers hearts
With the words that they expertly reveal
To the world with enthusiastic zeal.
my fingers are vital for almost everything I do
including combing my hair, and picking up my dog’s poo
I use them to sweep, vacuum, and sort the mail
to live without them would be worse than a day in jail
Fingers bake cookies, for they hold the spoon
They also steady telescopes, so I can see the moon
Fingers are handy for wiping extra paint on my shirt
They put on make-up expertly, ask my pal Mert.
My fingers like to type up poems, stories and such.
I like these tiny appendages very very very much.
Tonight when I go to bed I am going to thank God for them
Unless I forget, because when I am tired I can get rather dim.
Waddle with me in a downpour of rain
Singing in a symphonious refrain
Jumping in puddles, splashing everyone
Simply because we will have lots of fun.
We'll fluff up our feathers, inhale fresh air
Twist and shake until we have no breath there
Because we are smarties, we have it cracked
And expertly do a ducky class act.
One two and then quack, one two and then splash
Allow alluring eyelashes to flash
Look to the left and then look to the right
Dancing and prancing from morning to night.
Then we can dream elating ducky dreams
In the wondrous world of fantasy themes
Arriving there, surely one can't do wrong
Waddling to the tune of a ducky song.
So few will ever see
A clown’s sorrowful tears
His hopes, his dreams, his fears
Hidden so expertly
Can it ever be known
A clown’s most cherished thoughts
His soul, tangled in knots
To us is never shown
He lives but to perform
He seeks that center stage
The actor’s gilded cage
He covets as the norm
It’s heavenly to him
To make the people smile
And laugh for but a while
For life is awfully grim
May God bless every clown
Who brings a bit of mirth
Who lights this darkened Earth
In ways small but profound
Huzzah! Now let us cheer
The jesters now and past
Who place their feelings last
Who hide from us their tears
For special children to enjoy freedom flight
They need featherless angels with wings of love
Propelling them as they persevere to soar above
Expertly assisting their developmental height.
Optimizing daily promise of radiant hope
Neglected children cling to featherless angels’ care
Whose tender mercy warms hearts as laughter they share
In exercising faith and patience along peace-slope.
Beholding children’s milestones of delightful bliss
Featherless angels strengthened with grace
Praise God for strength* upon prayer brace
Midst their orphanage ministry from compassion’s abyss.
Maneuvering wheel chairs with careful zest
Featherless angels exude triumphant glow
In protecting children against hazards’ blow
Securing them joyously around kindness’ best.
*Philippians 4:13 - I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
November 1, 2023
3rd place, "Featherless Angels" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 11/6/2023
fat
each cell
expertly
hangs on like a
brown leaf in springtime
clinging for dear
life, then falls
in a storm
gone?
She
poses
exposes
exquisitely
evocatively
engagingly
expertly
Nature
nude
"When we feel our lives falling to pieces.
it's best to gather them, place in sunlight...by poet
Pieces of our lives, like jigsaw puzzles,
fitting in places, rejected in some.
If unkind, through those I quickly hustle,
expertly avoiding those with no sun,
selecting those with a long distance run.
Searching for joyfulness I want to keep;
yet, when I look farther, go very deep,
sad pieces fit, catching me unaware
Those only surface when I am asleep,
fitting nicely, their sadness I must bear.
Some are whimsical, at those I can smile,
such lovely colors make happiness spring.
Unique shapes of a life I hope worthwhile.
Shapes of my children, I lovingly bring
Pieces that fit so well, I want to sing.
Now my life puzzle is nearing complete
Many pieces I would love to repeat
Life, like the puzzle, adds pieces with time
A few may be sad, and some bittersweet
Filling each space is a distance we climb.
March 27, 2023
for "Word Challenge-P Words" contest
by Constance La France
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People will tell their views
Confusion, they produce
To guide, they may refuse
To worry, instead induce
Advising, they ever choose
The don't helpfully muse
Tension, they finely infuse
They will expertly accuse
Our peace, they reduce
By denying our dues
So, have no blues
I have given some clues
Though God rescues
Our wisdom if is loose
We surely then lose
If truth we don't abuse
Our peace accrues.
Such beautiful clarity is within my life line
No longer asphyxiated by darkness I'm fine
Experiences come frequently with bold exceptionality
I find myself expertly escorted into a new spirituality
Giving and receiving affection on the most simplest of terms
Finding flowing Infinity with perfectly banked turns
Finding deep tranquility in the here and now
Giving my ideal love to all that let me show them how
This has never been a journey without darkening
But in all those that have crossed my path what I've learned has been starkening
With all the words spoken that I've sealed with a kiss
All the verses to paper that my pen does never miss
If your reading this then I humbly invited you
To see the reflection in what I write too
Feel it's meaning as if it was meant for your eyes only
For I possess enough love for the entire world to never again be lonely
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