What can a loving community bring?
Hope, like a blossoming flower in spring.
Gentle winds that green trees will swing.
The melody of a beautiful bird’s chirp and sing.
Sunlight rises, bringing rays of a golden sky.
Children wake up excited, while the parents sigh.
The family prepares for this wonderful day.
Holding a basket of food, they drove away.
Arriving at the park, they greeted loved ones and friends.
As children run and scream with joy, that never ends.
Cut green grass plays deliciously on bare feet.
Picnics for families and lovers ready to feast.
In the afternoon, a playful wind invites kites to fly.
Children gleefully run, enticing them to the sky.
Crowds of the loving community gather at dusk.
Swapping tender stories of families as children fussed.
A star-studded night gives way to the fireworks display.
The crowd parts with hugs and smiles, going their way.
To their home of incredible love and happiness.
They bed their children with dreams that are blessed.
Good night, dear community. We’ll see you again.
Praying for another day of love and happiness that never ends.
So this, my cat, my confidante, my friend
His bed, empty now, I cannot discard
A photograph now on the mantel’s end
Beside his toy and a sympathy card
How long the wait, in this vast empty space
Till small sounds spare me the notion he’s back
Yet still shall I ready this special place
For friend and casket and polished brass plaque
You say he’s only a cat and he's dead
Still I make space midst old friends on this shelf
What notions strange and cold dwell in your head
When you have no love but that for yourself
Make light of my grieving if that you must
My cat I loved: As for you… not too fussed!
Haru and RItm often seemed
out of place and often with
a certain concern.
Yindiao told Jidiao Giam Jiezou
not to Jiving Biayan
he was cheap on the Xuaniu
and lacked concern with
his Cantar's. He put a symbol to indicate
that they had only stumbled upon
the sounds and songs.
Only due to an alteration were they
clashed about what style they
wished to represent. Coda: divided
them as people. Some
where jealous
of each other.
Some were repositioned
because of there standings and appeal.
Six of us are alluring and Amorous
while others only had an uncertain appeal.
They dubbed some as Perfect voice
and unappealing: while the others
were super appealing and lacked
vocal giftiering.
Fussed they appealed to different sectors.
Ritm stood above the rest as he was
Super appealing and had a strong proud bassey voice.
" A World should hear these men sing"
While there the instruments sound magical the background singers
sound soothingly perfect!"
The Music producer said he found one in a tobacco fild.And the other guy was a Machinist at a Nevada Lithium Mine. Bothe were Pianist and guitarist and one was a reknowed flutist.
Trump and Biden, a joint election win,
In the White House, they both walked in.
But the cat, feeling small,
Grew peevish in the hall,
Wondering who'd let the doggone cat in!
NYT News:
Trump and Biden, declared winners so fine,
Shared victory's crown, sipped the celebratory wine.
But the White House cat, oh, so peevish in clatter,
Fussed and fumed, with a grumpy, sour chatter!
W.C.Barry, White House Correspondent
From the first touch upon her lips
the young girl would never be the same;
There was a new sway in her sinful hips;
Awakening what a man could tame;
Call it a connection or simply carnal,
such starved eyes flicker with flame;
Now throwing out all of the formal
every word ended with a thrust;
So strong but willingly gave up control;
He knew what to do when she fussed,
just one touch led to instant lust.
Weeping and tears for the dead hero
It was when mother watched a film true
So big eyes when watched
Same one in next fussed
Asked," How do the dead come to film foe?"
February 25, 2023
Put Your Best (ONE) Limerick Forward (be like Rico Leffanta) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Rename that lane for it’s unpleasant truth?
Pull down that statue and melt down it’s proof?
Destroy the signs of a malignant history?
Soon kids will think it’s all fiction or mystery
Rarely is history all hearts and flowers
Rarely is history pretty or sweet
Conflicting views and competitive powers
Where someone’s a winner and someone gets beat
Use and abuse and to hell with the weak
Victors exploiting the downtrodden meek
History tells us of yesterday’s way
So we’ll tread new paths for a wiser today
So rename that lane if you’re really that fussed
That statue will fall if to fell it you must
But sweeping the ashes of yesterday’s fires
Will just breed a nation of abject deniers
My feather duster shed a plume,
From overuse, you might assume,
But you’d be wrong; my living room
Is good at hiding dust.
Yet that stray feather made me muse
On how the furnishings we choose
Provide our visitors with clues
About us they can trust.
Our décor, modern or antique
And ostentatious, plain or sleek,
Allows much more than just a peek
At what’s below the crust.
Though birds may decorate their nest
With shiny objects they’ve finessed,
Like us, they hope they have impressed
By how they’ve fluffed and fussed.
Cats always love small spaces.
So I know this narrow passage is not scary for you.
Carrying only the beautiful friendliness from-
The years of being fussed over.
And soon the days of silent purring.
This morning as I sat down to write
Something in my mind didn’t seem right,
I put on my glasses to improve my sight
I couldn’t seem to find my favorite site,
I fidgeted and fussed and then I sent
A message to a friend with a lovely scent
Saying I was having a problem with lint
In my computer. Some good advice he lent,
Some information I should already know
But I didn’t have the heart to tell him “No,”
So, I fumbled along pecking at the board
Until I was frustrated and utterly bored!
Written October 8, 2022
Submitted to "Homophone Rhyme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Hat Bueckart
Each of us is worthwhile but also biased.
We spotted risks that ignited and fussed.
Still, I've been conscious of my longing for you.
The fulsome size of impulses blocks the view.
I'm pondering while sitting on the stairway.
When will you learn, my heart was torn away?
I was smitten by everything you foresee.
The same as mine, your defect engrossed me.
We were crude, murky, and haphazard people.
The whimsy of joyous was shared by all.
Unfeigned "hello" and "how are you" was shared.
But I sought bettor from you because; I cared.
As my jeans fade, so does my spirit bleed.
Nobody else is quite as you, bridge mead.
My choices were reflected in my corpus.
I stumble and wobble during the pre-chorus.
I cut my finger when I spry coiled my hair.
My pulse spiked at the whim of a landslide dare.
Written: September 20, 2022
Makes with pride
The labels will read
Each order filled
and delivered
Concepts and conditions
Those might I mention
Profitable due to
Our diligent insistence
On quality
Maple sap shall make us
Wealthy
We have to work together
Support one another
Gain make customers
From scratch
Take pride in what we do
Put a little honor in every batch
It won't be easy
Consistency
Is the order of the day
They shared 2 gallons of maple syrup
21 pounds sausage meat
1000 pancakes
500 chive sourcream clam waffles
5 gallons of coffee
32 pounds of bacon
Yeast rolls
Biscuits
3 trophies
6 contest
They cleared spaces
Made clean places
People came and
And made morning festival
Making customers
Taking advantage of
Each opportunity
Keeping everyone satisfied
Vanilla strap molassass maple syrup
Fussed to the delight
Of raseberry waffle and icecream lovers
Makes with pride
The labels will read
Each order filled
and delivered
Concepts and conditions
Those might I mention
Profitable due to
Our diligent insistence
On quality
Maple sap shall make us
Wealthy
We have to work together
Support one another
Gain make customers
From scratch
Take pride in what we do
Put a little honor in every batch
It won't be easy
Consistency
Is the order of the day
They shared 2 gallons of maple syrup
21 pounds sausage meat
1000 pancakes
500 chive sourcream clam waffles
5 gallons of coffee
32 pounds of bacon
Yeast rolls
Biscuits
3 trophies
6 contest
They cleared spaces
Made clean places
People came and
And made morning festival
Making customers
Taking advantage of
Each opportunity
Keeping everyone satisfied
Vanilla strap molassass maple syrup
Fussed to the delight
Of raseberry waffle and icecream lovers
The children gathered down in front,
All sprawled about without a care.
The preacher gave a homily
While little Susie twirled her hair.
O, to make some moral imprint,
How the preacher tried and tried!
Tommy tracing in the carpet,
Becky, listless, fussed and cried,
Johnny hanging off the lectern,
Billy, underneath the pews.
So it plays out every week as
Little ears receive good news.
Rounding third and losing steam,
With one last chance to bring it home,
"What's the best gift you have gotten?”
Asked the preacher while they roam.
Jimmy says, "A bright red scooter!"
Maggie yells, "big screen TV!"
"Yesterday I got my ears pierced!”
Sally stands for all to see.
"When I got my baby puppy!"
Loudly squealed another child.
"Jesus on the cross for me,"
Said Mary then, and Grandpa smiled.
Her mother fussed
over every little detail.
And always finding something to adjust,
she'd scold, to no avail.
Her daughter wasn't as sexy as mom wanted,
she seemed somewhat scared, as though the stage was haunted.
But her sponsor smiled undaunted,
beauty contests flaunt naughty yet innocent lust.
(Crumbling Rhyme)
02/25/2022
Naughty yet innocent Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
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