deep in the underbrush of the ying ying forest
there is a path of posies and a faerie named Norest.
Norest has prettied up her home with window boxes, each with a lily.
Her home has fluffy comforters, warm tapestries, and a parrot who is silly.
Once a year she holds an autumn tea for her favorite people.
They play finger games like “here’s the church, and here’s the steeple."
Norest is a hostess who bakes tasty pies, scones and fruitcakes.
Sometimes she adds banana splits and berry power shakes.
No one wants her smoothies, they are orange and green.
But if we are going to honor a hostess, in Ying Ying she is the queen.
Unfortunately, her parrot can be beyond silly, sometimes he is mean.
Often her guests run out screaming, never again to be cherished or seen.
Categories:
fruitcakes, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Good night mom,
I miss you every day.
To hear your voice
speak so tenderly.
It's hard to believe I have
not seen you in five years.
Yet your tender heart
impacts us all through the year.
Memories of Christmas past.
Watching you bake fruitcakes and
cookies too.
Fondest memories that we embrace.
While we think of you.
Each one of us feels you closely.
Every day of our lives.
After all, you taught us the meaning.
Of what Christmas really means.
Its family, near or far.
Gathering together,
talking on the phone.
It's the joy we bring to others.
Good night mom.
I will see you one day soon.
Yet it is my turn now.
To try my best to be a bit like you.
Categories:
fruitcakes, angel, blessing, christmas, death,
Form: Free verse
Third neighbor in two hours to bring over a Christmas tin.
Fruitcakes are in two of them; we don’t bother to open them.
They are going to go to the office where no one will eat them.
Which is strange because they eat everything else.
Are those homemade cookies? Someone asked, spying Mrs. Gee.
She always brings us homemade cookies. The wrestling begins.
We both want to get the first piece. Divinity, peanut butter fudge.
We are in a frenzy by the time we get the lid off and see another fruitcake.
I’m not even going to open the door to her next year I say.
I hate her, my sister says.
I’m going to go visit her, my brother says. I know she’s got better stuff over there.
We practically kill each other trying to be the first one out the door.
Categories:
fruitcakes, christmas, food, humorous,
Form: Free verse
As a winter child I love December snowflakes,
cozy scarfs and mittens and snowy lovely scenes;
the smell of grandma cooking her Christmas fruitcakes,
oh, I love the fragile snow covering all the greens.
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November 10, 2021
Poetry/Quatrain/December
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1405-681-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, November or December Quatrain
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, Judged 01/09/2022
Third Place
Categories:
fruitcakes, december,
Form: Quatrain
A little of 3 ( sweet, tart, and insanely brilliant)
the fruitcakes of our world know much, yet we deem them crazy
The fine line between sanity and insanity has been crossed
we now no longer know who is a doctor, who is a quack
I watched her bury stones inside the earth
all over the grounds of our complex
She spoke to herself and she spoke to the aliens
God help her, one more complaint and they'd lock her up
I went home to a sane house of quiet, and kneeled
God give me the strength to survive one more day
Then I buried my amethyst deep in the soil
like the sweet tart had shown me,
Insanely Brilliant !
Categories:
fruitcakes, appreciation, truth,
Form: Free verse
I want this cold Winter to be over-
longing to hear all the little birds sing;
just love beautiful Spring with skies azure,
I wish to be in forests green ambling;
and dipping my toes in a stream babbling,
and picking the wild flowers unfolding.
Over the meadows wild the north winds fly-
making all the small white daisies tremble,
Summer is knocking- Spring I say goodbye;
I do enjoy hot steamy days blissful,
and bright red roses hanging so graceful;
and butterflies in my garden jungle.
All the trees lay down their emerald gowns-
there is a great whirling of gold and red,
all the Fall leaves are now crinkled browns;
migrating birds fly high with their wings spread,
and rain is falling on my garden dead;
and Winter is coming soon- that I dread.
How pretty the first filigree snowflakes,
soon, I will be making Christmas fruitcakes!
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January 20, 2018
Poetry/Urban Sonnet/Come, Come Sweet Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1112-561-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
fruitcakes, seasons,
Form: Sonnet
I want this cold Winter to be over-
longing to hear all the little birds sing;
just love beautiful Spring with skies azure,
I wish to be in forests green ambling;
and dipping my toes in a stream babbling,
and picking the wild flowers unfolding.
Over the meadows wild the north winds fly-
making all the small white daisies tremble,
Summer is knocking- Spring I say goodbye;
I do enjoy hot steamy days blissful,
and bright red roses hanging so graceful;
and butterflies in my garden jungle.
All the trees lay down their emerald gowns-
there is a great whirling of gold and red,
all the Fall leaves are now crinkled browns;
migrating birds fly high with their wings spread,
and rain is falling on my garden dead;
and Winter is coming soon- that I dread.
How pretty the first filigree snowflakes,
soon, I will be making Christmas fruitcakes!
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January 20, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Sweet Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1064-650-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
fruitcakes, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
I want this cold Winter to be over-
longing to hear all the little birds sing;
just love beautiful Spring with skies azure,
I wish to be in forests green ambling;
and dipping my toes in a stream babbling,
and picking the wild flowers unfolding.
Over the meadows wild the north winds fly-
making all the small white daisies tremble,
Summer is knocking- Spring I say goodbye;
I do enjoy hot steamy days blissful,
and bright red roses hanging so graceful;
and butterflies in my garden jungle.
All the trees lay down their emerald gowns-
there is a great whirling of gold and red,
all the Fall leaves are now crinkled browns;
migrating birds fly high with their wings spread,
and rain is falling on my garden dead;
and Winter is coming soon- that I dread.
How pretty the first filigree snowflakes,
soon, I will be making Christmas fruitcakes!
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January 20, 2018
Poetry/Sonnet/Come, Come Sweet Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9850-01-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Urban Sonnet
sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
Categories:
fruitcakes, seasons,
Form: Sonnet
~Fruitcake Oh No! ~
(Couplet)
Fruitcake, oh no! I don't like
I'd rather give it to Mike.
Fruitcake tastes to me more than bad
If you give me one I'd get very mad.
Fruitcakes are not really fun you see
So please don't send one to me.
Fruitcakes tastes like a nasty piece of rubber
Just thinking of them makes me shout and shudder.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
January.21.2016
Author's notes:
A children's poem
Categories:
fruitcakes, children, food, fruit,
Form: Couplet
(Rhyming Couplets)
Fruitcake, oh no! I don't like.
I'd rather give it to Mike.
Fruitcake tastes to me more than bad.
If you send me one I'd get very mad.
Fruitcakes are not really fun you see.
So please don't send one to me.
Fruitcakes tastes like a nasty piece of rubber
Just thinking of them makes me shout and shudder.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
September,24,2014
Categories:
fruitcakes, food, funny, humorous,
Form: Couplet
The intriguing magic of Christmas
Is in my early childhood recall.
It wasn't so much expected toys.
I remember them hardly at all.
"The month after this comes Christmas".
My sister and I counted down.
The magic of Christmas was coming
Into our little rural town.
The small family stores ordered early.
Mama bought gifts on lay-away.
She wanted to be sure they were paid for
Ere the coming of Christmas Day.
But it wasn't the gifts that entranced us,
It was the feeling in the air.
There were the Christmas plays at school
In which everyone could share.
"The week after this week is Christmas".
School vacation had begun.
We could smell Christmas all over the house.
Mama's good pies and fruitcakes were done.
"The day after the day after tomorrow is Christmas".
At last it was coming so near.
We both were in hopes this would be the time
We would see Santa Claus appear.
And now the magic was potent,
"Tomorrow is Christmas Day".
We dreamed of toys and candies and love
And wished that the magic could stay.
You ask why I so love Christmas,
It's the pure magic in the air
And the love that's shared by everyone
When Christmas time draws near.
Categories:
fruitcakes, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Blended with fragrances
And the joyful carols,
The con games of children
Looking for gifts full of fun.
Kris Kringle’s cock-and-bull
Make them rosy and lull.
Adorned houses with odorous candles
Christmas tree ornamented with red ribbons and jingles
Marzipans fruitcakes and roasted chickens
Caramel cookies and plenteous chocolates,
The night illuminated
With the dance of the December souls
Gilding the lily with
Buoy up Wine and Champagne glasses.
Family gatherings and paisanos schmooze,
Couples moonlit winter-warmth savor
And the striplings night lammed booze,
Queued brewpubs and bopping discos –
The night illuminated
With the dance of the December souls
Gilding the lily with
Few ill-famed shmoes.
The Dance of the December Souls
Flageolet till New Year’s Eve,
The night at mid, lightened
By the skyrockets –
Gilding the lily with
Full-of-the-moon brightened.
Blended with resolutions and
Hugs and kisses,
Greetings followed
By myriad of wishes.
Clock ticked with few yesterday’s memories
Tears backed up by today’s beginning.
Categories:
fruitcakes, happiness, socialdance, night, dance,
Form: Carpe Diem