Contours make a fool of your eyes,
shadows smile wearing a disguise.
Split-second metamorphosis,
too quick to ever reminisce.
That alabaster train floating,
the gal with her sweetheart doting.
What was it I thought I just saw?
Blink and miss nature in the raw.
Paint-drops on the world around us,
broken polish will cause a fuss.
Shivering when they juxtapose,
a mirage of silhouettes grows.
With the Earth’s rotating vision
blurry lines find their precision.
Please rate 1-10
(1 Santa would be proud or
10 A coal in your stocking!)
A white Christmas in Chicagee don't make no sense
Bout time we skeedaddle, let good times commence
So where to go, my darlin' Maggie and me
As we swig down our egg nog and pack our tree?
The lil' miss and I'll be spendin' this Christmas
Way down yonder on the Panama Isthmus
There's a honky-tonk there on the ol' canal
Tequilla will be flowin' for me and my gal
When summer fires can burn
a hundred miles of trees
and winter cold can lock
you into a deep freeze
What with all them rattlers
wolves and big grizzly bear
You might think it dang’rous
to ever come out here
If you're looking for air
to breathe that's crisp and clean
See clear to the bottom
of a cold running stream
Want to find where God spreads
his brush ‘cross every view
and painted a sky so
big he ran out of blue
If you're needing some room
to spread, this is the place
You’ll ride fifty miles and
not see another face
A cowboy can still ride
his hoss down the main street
and give a big howdy
to anyone he meets
People are willing to
give what help they can lend
So let me welcome you
to 'The Treasure State' friend
Cause here in Montana
you won’t meet a stranger
So there ain't no need to
worry about danger
I set out lookin' fer some way to scribe,
that wer' a different, en catch yarn ear
Well first I'd try, 'ee hollerin' a rhyme,
with all CAPS, this only brought er tear,
This started me a thinkin' too look
elce-where, excep', per'aps this prose
isn't fer me, many have written 'ay book'
I'll need my style, somethin' too share
Sure fer this, they will laugh till they pee,
wouldn't it be a blessin', in this puddle
of tryin', findin' a style suited, right fer me
per'aps I'll be better off, an only doodle
keepin' this in mind, I started, I writ'
writ', en rewrit', like ne're before,
poundin' on my KeyPad, till all fingers,
akein' back, big butt twer'z bone sore,
So, If only I could catch er great line
if it wer' different, silly, too catch one's eye
I'd show 'em, too smile, durin' my life time
attain fame, per'aps, er piece of 'ee pie
What's an Easter twofer?
Rose and Ted celebrate
Jesus first, then bunnies.
Bible story done, then
read the Sunday funnies.
What's an Easter twofer?
fancy hat Rose will wear,
new clothes, they go to church.
Mid-afternoon, a feast,
as candy eggs they search.
What's an Easter twofer?
Rose's hat serves her well;
morning - it warms her head.
Better, this afternoon
hides her goodies from Ted.
April 19, 2022
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name ALL APRIL in MONCHIELLE
Theme: Anything to do with Easter
The Free Dictionary defines "twofer" as an offer or arrangement in which a single expense or amount of effort produces two returns.
~ pit viper - launches like jack in the box; strikes with deadly precision ~
Date written: 01/16/2022
Victorine, with your back to the fence,
A sleeping puppy and a book in your lap,
Looking respectable, prim and demure.
Is that what they call a shirtwaist dress?
I wouldn’t know, but the last time I saw you,
You wore nothing but slippers, a gold bracelet,
And a ribbon around your neck.
You’ve not aged a day. I wish you well
And hope the scandal you stirred
Was worth the price of immortality,
Or at least a few month’s rent.
running in the groove
needle follows at speed
hear the record
skip as the needle
slices through my lump
Dying in vinyl crevice
oil slick sides
unable to climb
needle coming round again
jumping for the last time
“DaVinety, went and sleept ontha flur U see cuz daint na ruum in the bed fir me”
For Inky Dinky Parlay Voo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Each line is composed of two Anapaest metres and a final Spondee metre.
Come to me and put thine sweet eyes
on this note that thus came, e’en tries
to put slander within my mind
of the old and bad trite stale kind.
What false lines do impinge thy name
for such claims do, love, make thee blame
in the splitting of so great pair,
the well known Lord and Lady Blare.
Such words I will not yea believe
since without gens how they deceive.
The hot fire of this flame’s flambeau
will burn scurrilous page I know.
Then with glaive on this pole I’ll take
their head clean off for they name’s sake.
Roses is red; a dollar are green.
Dough wuz the grandest thang Bubba'd done seen.
He had a bad wreck and ruptured his spleen.
His surgery wuz in a room that tweren't clean!
He paid Doc with roses, and Doc got real mean.
So Bubba sent dough--biscuits in a can.
Doc planned to whup him, but Bubba he ran.
Then he sent greens--the kind cooked in a pan.
Doc wanted green MONEY. He wuz one angry man!
********************
The sponsor done asked for a hillbilly pome,
so I writ these purty lines here at my home
up in these hills from whur I seldom roam.
April 19, 2018
Can't believe how youse guys rallied around
When I said I was feeling a bit down
I'm blown away by your unbelievable friendship
You're the sweetest bunch of people around
Poets all seem to be warm and sensitive
Guess it's because we write about love
Reminding us about the true meaning of life
Tends to give our hearts a wee shove
I'm eternally grateful for the love you send me
Without it my days would just drag
With it, my days literally bounce along
If I had a tail, it would incessantly wag!
So all you sweet people, just want you to know
Love you all a whole great big bunch
I've never ever known so many sweet souls
Whatcha all doin' fer lunch?
© Jack Ellison 2013
I set out lookin' fer some way to scribe,
that wer' a different, en catch yarn ear
Well first I'd try, 'ee hollerin' a rhyme,
with all CAPS, this only brought er tear,
This started me a thinkin' too look
elce-where, excep', per'aps this prose
isn't fer me, many have written 'ay book'
I'll need my style, somethin' too share
Sure fer this, they will laugh till they pee,
wouldn't it be a blessin', in this puddle
of tryin', findin' a style suited, right fer me
per'aps I'll be better off, an only doodle
keepin' this in mind, I started, I writ'
writ', en rewrit', like ne're before,
poundin' on my KeyPad, till all fingers,
akein' back, big butt twer'z bone sore,
So, If only I could catch er great line
if it wer' different, silly, too catch one's eye
I'd show 'em, too smile, durin' my life time
attain fame, per'aps, er piece of 'ee pie
Grandpa and his kin gathered at the mill,
“It’s n’uther thanksgiving, y’all! Eat yer fill!
Hey cuzz Joe Bob, what’s the deal?
Whose turkey did y’all steal?”
What turkey? Y’all be chompin on road kill!
Yes siree y’all might have to chaw some,
But this barbequed swill be awesome!
Be a shame for it to waste,
So salt and pepper to taste,
And feast on some almost fresh possum!
Inspired by :
my poetry friend Carolyn Devonshire. : )
Built somewhere between 1887 and 1889
she became a spot
for lovers
who overlook the city
in amazement at the Seine
as it flows lazily through the bustling city
of narrow roadways
and glimmering lights
She rises from the ground
this immense metal structure that
speaks of man's ingenuity and imagination
coddling
those individuals who desire in their hearts to become one-
she is inspiration
both to civilians and those of artistic bent
lending her spirit
to the brush of an artist in pigment
oh my she is beautiful
as she graces the skies sublime
towering over any other building
she is truly so fine.
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