Delicate heart of mine I served silver plattered,
As I watched it get sundered and shattered,
I thought it swayed your palate gladder,
But you said it could flavor a little better.
Out walking, and I need a leak
A toilet I urgently seek
There’s now’t but a bush
Oops I felt a whoosh
Wet panties - I don’t need to peek!
I contact my doctor called Emma
And explain my awful dilemma
That when I need to pee
There is such urgency
It ruins walks with my pup Gemma
I have the solution Doc cries
Just try pelvic floor exercise
It’ll help with your bladder
And will make you feel gladder
It’s superb for ladies and guys!
We stare from the foot of life's ladder-
The space to the top makes us sadder!
Up, Up, we climb, coping
And always keep hoping
Each step we move up makes us gladder.
The thrill of accomplishment's waiting!
To weaken the goal, "quit" is baiting.
Just push for high standing,
When we reach that landing-
Stand tall with that number one rating!
May 5, 2021
Contest: Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Syllables per stanza: 9, 9, 6, 6, 9
PEP squad
Hello, let's cheer for the ones to hear
the gladness of our souls
The voices of the ones who speak
surefooted, strong and bold
The PEP Squad shares enlightended ways
together they bring gladder days
But many wish to keep them down
Crowd them with disdain so loud
Owens, west and wiley know and
Tatum, Scott and Owens glow
with light and grace that can't be drowned
by wicked souls and misery frowns.
The PEP squad shines and brings us hope
Denouncing those known misanthropes
This the land of free and of brave
the PEP quad needs spportive way
For though they do not ever cave
this country is slammed with depraved
Let's cheer them on as they speak and try
PEP quad, PEP Squad detoxify
the nation and the world from strife
Caused by those of of malicious life
Many, many more names I know
who are truly PEP but for space I showed
only a few of the proud people to know
that without them we will NEVER grow
to be as we are enshrined to be
with blessings and tranquility
Poor Susan has got a weak bladder
Incontinence made her get sadder
She now wears Depends™
They’re her new “best friends”
And Susan just couldn’t be gladder!
Trademark~~Quintain Poetry Contest
DEPEND Trademark of KIMBERLY-CLARK WORLDWIDE, INC.
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick
12/20/20
I sail over green forests,
Ride jet streams above seas,
Gain speed like lightning,
While earth seeks to please.
I sip nectar from Big Dipper,
North Star looks and lingers.
Comets whisper amazement,
As planets crook their fingers.
My soul soars over Orion,
I’m an itinerant in space!
A far off galaxy beckons,
Can my body keep the pace?
Hobnobbing with celestial members,
On through ethereal constellations.
Forget the wild blue yonder,
Touring cosmos inspiration.
Soaring higher, faster, farther,
Climbing rungs of Jacob’s ladder.
My adrenaline exhilarates,
Anticipation gladder.
Exploring worlds, light years apart.
Unbelievable, yet on and on I seek.
Soon wafted into heaven,
Angels brush my cheek.
Symphonic melodies fill the air,
As I skate on streets of gold.
I’m happy to live eternally,
While heaven I behold!
Moving out feels much sadder
than moving in, more gladder--
which is poor grammar
for severance of love's embodied glamour.
Packing up
feels more like packing in
and down,
cutting ties with my own stage,
this playful working space,
for everyday self
and other witnessing life
love
hate
joy
anger
courage
fear
healing
suffering
Not a fabulously grand stage
but my intimate memories
triggered by damp basement
through dusty attic,
inside resonant
and outside growing resilient,
front yard exhibitions
and back yard more inhibited glimmers
and shivers,
dimmers
and emotive rivers
Moving out
without regard for loss
feels too surgical,
masochistic,
violent dross,
silent shriek of bad faith,
cross,
divestment from personal
political
economic
cultural placement
more sacredly cherished
than secularly calculated
in clock time to move on.
My best therapeutic intent
to know I leave this tiny spot of Earth
at least as healthy
and beautiful
as I have found her
while unpacking
in her abandoned
neglected
bramble thorned sadness
inviting my hope-filled gladness
too few years ago.
I’m urgently needing to wee
But ordered to withhold my pee
I stand with legs crossed
And feel fit to 'bost'
I wonder when they will call me
The doc said I need a full bladder
I’m bursting to go, I get madder
When I’ve had my scan
I dash to the can
I couldn’t have been any gladder!
Written after my experience on Friday when i had to have 2 scans
03/29/20
It's spring. Cares we're flinging,
and the birds are winging;
their birdlings are singing
growing fatter!
Love doves now are cooing.
So what could be brewing?
Romance is ensuing.
That's the matter!
All the world is playing.
Some for rain are praying.
Rainfall answers, saying
Pitter-patter.
With my worries fleeing,
it is all so freeing.
Crazy I'll be being -
a mad hatter!
Yes, the world is brighter.
Burdens now seem lighter.
Things could not be righter.
I am gladder.
April 14, 2018 for Mick Talbot's Violette Contest
INTER - NATION PRONUNCIATION
My transatlantic friend’s adored
We reach across the ocean
Communications although flawed
Won’t lessen my devotion
She looks pure and sweet indeed
With fair visage clear although her
Voice as if she’s just smoked weed
With pitch half octave lower
Though we’re sharing the same lingo
And her presence makes me glad
There’s a problem here by jingo
For her words can make me sad
When my health is on the mend
And that makes me glad or gladder
This assertion she’ll extend:-
‘You’re looking so much badder’
I guess to her my accent’s shot
And sounds as if it’s such that
I will say ‘the weather’s hot - what what!’
And not rhyme it with ‘hat’
But we’ll muddle through so that
We resolve all our confusions
Just distinguish ‘bet’ from ‘bat’
Avert risking grave contusions
.................
If we temperate our scoff or is it scoff
We need never call the whole thing off
Like a rushing wind, spirit that’s within
Belt out the strains of praise that raise
The living dead in me
The gospel writers and artists, heroes and fighters
Are saving this planet one soul at a time
Raise hands in praise
LORD you alone can gift us tune and tone
To surrender to Spirit, human ears forfeit
To stand in awe at the Cross
I’ll never know how much it cost
To send your Son upon that Cross
I weep before Thy love with song
Those lilting, sincere melodies mix praise and cries
As those who go before allow us their shoulders
As ladders ... gladder or sadder choices
Love Is In The Night Air
In the eve of the night her bosoms perk
Two shining stars dance to his fireworks
A bang and a pop
Sweet love drops
Glitter and gladder the moons went berserk
connie pachecho
10/16/17
LONG-EXPECTED moment
Ling ‘ring year at last has flown,
Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty
Lady Lola, are all your own.
The morning sun lights up the tops of trees
And spreads the lovely lawns with misty morning dew,
As mother nature slowly stirs itself,
To arouse a world of beauty and despair.
Dark clouds begin to form and rains to fall,
Forever wave, forever float and shine
Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mine
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a dark sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because your birthday is today.
It’s your birthday and you’re still just
as genuine and beautiful as the day
I met you.
Wishing you a Lovely Birthday with gratitude
Faint hope, forgotten long ago,
Has risen from inside
And broken free to shine and grow
Like sea waves stretching wide.
It lay within, unknown until
I dared to bring it out
To sing its song and voice its will,
All free and all about.
I nearly let it die alone
Within my darkest dream,
Until I heard its limpid tone
And saw its lucid gleam.
I’m now much gladder and relieved
Of burden and of needs
Which hurt far more than I believed
And sowed pernicious seeds.
The world is free again, at last,
To take me in its fold,
Before the void’s long shadow’s cast
To cage me in the cold.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Imagination - January 27, 2016
I sail over green forests,
Ride jet streams above the seas,
Gain speed like lightning,
Earth eagerly seeks to please.
Big Dipper’s nectar tastes delightful,
The North Star looks and lingers.
Comets whisper amazement,
As planets crook their fingers.
My soul soars past Orion,
Itinerating through ethereal space.
A far off galaxy beckons,
Can my body keep up the pace?
Hobnobbing with celestial members,
I dash through vast constellations.
Forget the wild blue yonder,
Geeks and Greeks add inspiration.
Wafted higher, faster, farther,
Climbing rungs of Jacob’s ladder.
Exhilarating my adrenaline,
Anticipation growing gladder.
Exploring worlds, light years apart.
Oh, what joys I fervently seek.
Soon wafted into heaven,
Angels brush against my cheek.
Symphonic melodies fill the air,
As I skate on streets of gold.
The very epitome of eternity,
Heaven’s harmony yet untold!
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