Geeky Hermione Granger
At Hogwarts, she's no stranger ;
With twisted gibberish, she'd whip a spell
That could make Dumbledore sorely unwell !
First Place
~
from J K Rowlings' book series, Harry Potter
Largely overlooked
Juneteenth Independence Day, Freedom Day
Emancipation Day – commemorates the end of slavery
In the United States
Most States that is
There are 20 states still holding out
In 1863 slaves were freed
Texas withheld the information
It wasn't until 1865 that the slaves were
finally told by soldiers at the end of the war.
Union Army Maj. Gen. Gordon Granger rode into
Galveston, Texas, and issued General Order No. 3
Proclaiming that the enslaved
African Americans there were free.
Let us be brave and not hide history and rejoice in
the emancipation day.
Before Matilda, before Harry Potter and Hermione Granger,
When I was a child, there was Pippi Longstocking, full of danger.
Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden were my mystery go-to books.
You could not rouse me from their adventures with grappling hooks.
I discovered Jo March in Little Women Christmas Day 1964.
Robin Hood and Little John I was soon also rooting for.
Atticus Finch in to Kill a Mockingbird was lovely to read.
I devoured books the way a horse eats with a bag feed.
Today children have so many heroes and super heroes.
But back in the day, we did not have nearly as many.
After I discovered science fiction and Guy Montag,
I guess I started opening my horizons; then I had plenty.
Harry Potter a boy with no real family
Living under his cousin’s stairs, in a closet’s gizzard.
Shunned and shut away as a nambly-pambly
In another world, a known, famous wizard.
Hagrid helps him get to Hogwarts where he meets lifelong friends
Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger, a muggle-born witch.
Daring escapades and escapes are Rowling's books’ brightest bends.
Harry’s phoenix tail wand is magic with a flick and a switch.
Harry took off on a broom when he was not supposed to yet ride.
Swiftly marched in in by McGonagall, head of the Gyffindor House
Dumbledore names Harry as seeker of the Quidditch Team’s G-side.
I am not going to ruin the rest of the story; I am not a louse.
Jubilant celebrations ring out all over the
United States of America each year on the
Nineteenth of June, to be exact; commemorating the
Emancipation proclamation. What a happy day it is, and was!
Tens of thousands of enslaved Black people saw the
End of slavery in America, finally. Hallelujah! It's a day
Ebulliently marked with parades, street fairs, cookouts, et al.
Not a federal holiday, which is a crying shame! In Galveston,
Texas, on June 19, 1865, freedom bells joyously rang!
History thanks Maj. Gen. Gordon Granger who set it in motion.
Fun fact: I kicked off my contest debut with a "Juneteenth" theme.
Date written: 06/19/2020
Granger was in danger,
An alien landed in his yard,
So he slimed him with his slime-gun,
The alien running hard.
The alien jumped into his rocket ship
And pulled the portals down,
He blasted into space
With a great big alien frown.
Granger told his parents,
They just laughed and shook their heads,
That is until they saw the scorch marks,
Just near the old chook sheds.
Caddie of Manger was incredible granger
He kept her bees in the seas of Kraken Kranger
His bees were the beasts
Fed on brewer's yeasts
Brewed beers for the bears Caddie a little skanger
Caddie of Manger/Limerick: Humor/Fun/Nonsense©Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
11/19/2014
I love you
Oh yes I do;
More than you will ever know.
It’s hard to let you go
The sun just shines
Brighter when you’re around.
I’ve just,
Been feeling so down
And so blue;
Without you.
But alas I can’t complain,
I messed up,
I was being vain
And selfish, and stupid
I wish I could rewind into the past
Take it all back
And make it
Evaporate
But alas, I have no time turner
I am no Hermione Granger
I am a mere mortal you see,
And all a mortal can say
Is simply, I’m sorry
Endeavors of granger,
spit on the wall,
exits to nowhere,
uptown and all,
empty, vacant, all alone,
chewing gum on the telephone.
By Leah (Leloo)
It seems so long that I must look
Among most girls, their attraction lures
But with this sight my angst does unhook
And my eyes do end their tours
The unpolished cover of your book
To suddenly turn judgment yours
As it is with great surprise
Be my expectations tragic
The cover had deceived my eyes
For these pages are but magic
Alas to Hogwarts I do not go
And to you I am a stranger
So shall I choose a book I know?
For your wonders surpass Hermione Granger
So to Panem I must take flight
As my envy does glow green
And in the Hunger Games shall I fight
For with a fire you tend to glean
I mere Peeta to thy sight
And you Ms. Everdeen
And though I not think it right
To compare the’ to what I hate
But for you I mention slight, the book, Twilight
Within its pages my affection’s fate, for with Jacob they relate
And so for you my Bella Swan
That I must assume a friend
And like Edward seek my presence gone
Loving you until the end.
Set down your book I do so wary
And reference now a great ballet
For in my arms I long to carry
And with great poise dance away
Me, a nutcracker prince, and you my sugar plum fairy.
There's a white saddled horse,
and not a cowboy in sight.
No lasso to take him in,
to his stable this night.
There's a red bricked saloon,
with no man to tend bar.
Not an order to be taken,
only a half smoked cigar.
There's a bright yellow inn,
each room is now untaken.
no rest under moonlit skies,
or mornings to slowly awaken.
There's an old sepia Hoosegow
with no judge or jury of law.
Not a soul to be condemned,
or a crowd to stand in awe.
There's a faded teal gospel mill,
with not one granger praying.
This place welcomes silence,
as the literature starts decaying.
So the next time you are near,
skip over our town on route five.
For even though you are welcomed,
You will never leave here alive.
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