Pulling at me, my anguish tears
Angry and alone, nobody cares
In my thoughts I am so lost
Nobody understands the dreadful cost
Fully aware of my mental rage
Unable to advance my life’s full page
Lurid memories of war, the cruelest of cage
In the 18th century
Sewing machines are
stitching
A full-page
In the 21st century
A keyboard is
typing
A blank
In the 22nd century
Robots are
Snatching
The keyboard
While
We are sleeping
An expert is a strange bird,
That is often,
Rightly taken for the fool that they are.
The true expert however,
Has not been blinded by science,
Does not carry a trumpet,
Take out full page adds,
Sit behind a desk,
In a swanky office,
Or sleep in a penthouse.
The true expert can often be found in the field,
Wears more than just suits,
Does not look out of place in gumboots and shorts,
Owns a laptop that is case hardened,
Carries a notebook that is dog eared,
Does not bite off more than can be chewed,
And is not afraid to look down or up,
To make sure your eyes have not deceived you,
It is wise to throw a few questions in the expert's direction,
To see if their instinct is to dodge them,
Or catch them.
troi-par-huit
~
young, tender
prodigal, big spender
seeking some space, fleeing dad's full page
selfish stud left stranded on a short, shallow stage
legacy spent, spongers vanish, minimum wage
with fear and filth in the pigs' employ
home held hope for this boy
spender's joy
~
written April 1, 2018
rhyme AABBBCCC
syllables: 3,6,9,12,12,9,6,3
So sorry I can't read, comment or post on here without my screen being over taken by full page adverts. It was a nice 4 year run.
I'll try again some day
Until then farewell my friends
At night I slather on my face
An anti-wrinkle cream
So it can make me youthful
While I toss and turn and dream.
Of course it doesn't work and yet,
This ritual remains,
With just the manufacturer
To really make some gains.
Surprisingly, I saw an ad
(Full-page, The New York Times)
That made me laugh, for irony
Inspires many rhymes.
It claimed most women do believe
They're judged based on their age;
Unfairly, too, the font declared
Upon the paper's page.
The ad was paid for by Olay,
My anti-wrinkle maker,
Reminding us that age should not
Define a gal or break her.
A bit ironic, don't you think?
To follow their advice,
I should not use their anti-aging
Wrinkle merchandise!
Every Day
Every day is a page
to write a new story
pristinely from our heart;
to begin once again.
Each new day, a story
in our dear book of life;
one full page of many
that build our history.
A new story each day
unfolds as planned or not:
sometimes a big surprise;
at times unknown sad turns.
The drama fills our page,
and no chance to edit
once our day has ended.
Optimism and great hope
fill our day's page the best:
our glass half-full presents
a fuller page to write;
half-empty leaves us less.
Every day is a page
to write a new story
pristinely from our heart;
to begin once again...
Till our book is finished.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Quote Response
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Rules: Start poem with "Every day is a page to write a new story"
Judged: 12/24/2016
His name is David Gandy
to me he is "Eye Candy"
with sparkling blue eyes
and muscular thighs
In dreams, he comes in handy....
Hand E*E*E*E*E*E*E*E Mr G A N D Y !!!!
Eileen
Bought a HELLO magazine on my trip back to Lebanon and there was a full page of Mr Gandy in his swimsuit....water running down his muscled form. Thus, I was introduced to the best of Britain. Pierce Brosnon will have to fight for me!!! Those Gandy Dandy eyes......
I saw a couple of VIAGRA limericks running around! ;) Hope this isn't in bad taste....taste??? Oh...taste....yes...Um....getting side tracked!!! Eye Candy, indeed!
Beware of 88
By Elton Camp
My poem, vile bigotry was mocking
A comment came, against it talking
Any trace of civility it did lack
I’ll admit that I was taken aback
“I know what’s wrong with you.
You’re a lover of the filthy Jew.”
His rant continued for a full page
One filled with hate and rage
His pen name he then did state
A strange one, it was Wolf88
Another, supporting words did spew
His screen name contained 88 too
Could this mere coincidence be?
I pulled up Google so I could see
I learned about Neo-Nazi code
That from hate groups flowed
The evil meaning I then did get
The eighth letter of the alphabet
HH the insane Hitler did heil
Thus the comments full of bile
smudged charcoal on a full page--the kettle whistles
Scanning the sea so blue
more green with age.
I've spent more time looking for you
fulfilling my apathetic rage
Than reading the full page.
I've let my love drift to sea
Gave it space to be free
Now left with a single pearl
torn and confused
An adolescent girl
broken and abused
No longer amused
Just let me drift out to sea
Absent of any glee
Scanning an sea so green
or blue dependent on the day
Wash myself in water, I still feel unclean
Can't scrape the sickness away
No warm place to lay
Can never wash you out of my skin
Burnt, imbedded from within
A single pearl left to hold me
So far from land
Abandoned at sea
I really don't understand
why this was never planned
So lost and confused
feeling so abused
I'm in search of something free
this thing I let go
Wishing it would come back to me
Now I'll never know
if it will ever show
I'm lost at sea with a single pearl
That you left me, the abandoned girl