Used to gad about town as such in my day
but don't get around much anymore
conked out zonked out
(perchance to dream)
I prefer to remain
housebound indoors
yes it's an age-old refrain
my dogs are barking
and my best guess they may really be
completely up the wrong tree entirely
but my best bet yet feeling my years
(the weight of the world)
I'm in a slump down in the dumps
a pooch too tired to smooch
tho' stooped but healthy hale and hearty
this poor pup's too pooped to party
I slumbered, half-dead, lost in oblivion's night
Unaware of my surroundings, a fleeting, fragile light
Sleep, a battleground where life and death entwine
A struggle to survive, a war to reclaim the divine
But when I wake, the night's dark battle's won
I've emerged victorious, the morning's golden sun
And when I sleep, unbroken by the day's fierce strife
I've conquered the day's battle, a warrior's hard-won life
I rise, hale and hearty, with morning's vibrant dew
And praise my Maker, whose mercy saw me through
I fought the night's dark battle, and prevailed to see
The dawn's triumphant glory, a new day's destiny
Oh Lord, my God, guide me through the day's ordeal
For many rise with morning, but some will not reveal
The battle of life's crushing weight, its merciless design
Many will fall, but I, oh Lord, will rise, with heart and mind.
Purple raccoon decided to plan a surprise party.
He asked me for my advice, all hale and hearty.
Then I discovered it was for me, he is no smarty.
Is it a surprise? I asked. He nodded. A surprise party.
As long as he was hale and hearty,
has not uttered the name of God.
Until things went well as per his plan,
has not offered prayers to Him.
Taking pride in his youthful vigour,
and very handsome Cupid figure,
has not felt His holy presence.
Failing to see Him in every heart,
and running after physical pleasures,
he whiled away his precious time.
Now, having lost his wealth and health,
the Enlightenment has dawned upon him!
Feeling the burden of his life,
for solace, in times of grief and loss,
having come to know that
God is his path and destination,
his spiritual journey towards the Almighty
he has only just begun!!
Central Park pigeons were concerned about Walter M. Leed.
He usually brought them seed, nuts, and other wonderful feed.
They conversed among themselves and formed a delegation.
Flew to his house, to see if it was a funeral or weird celebration.
It’s my anniversary, he said, do you want to stay for the party?
They served all kinds of snacks and desserts hale and hearty.
Those pigeons had such a fantastic time, they decided to move in.
His wife moved out the next week; so let the party begin!
All Hallows’ Evening
Dear kids, Hello! And All Hallows, now in party
Play-fun: Enjoy! Taste best toffees, sweet sour candy.
Movies funny, never scary, Joy- liberty.
Milk shake- coffee: ice cream, custard and drink brandy.
Making merry! Gifts to exchange: Run in rapture.
Doing sketches, drawing designs, carving pumpkin.
Light games witty, each to relax, joy to capture.
Eat, sip, gossip: Hold hands, dance-prance! Free to jump in.
Hale and hearty: Clean not dirty: Show goes simple.
Not dark, bright night: Clear sky, starry: Full Moon lonely.
Each face, frolic: Walk,talk,enchant: Smiles in dimple.
Leaving devil, and the evil: Fun runs only.
Kids or children and All Hallows , sweet dream drowsy.
Love in pleasure: Muse to amuse, flow is easy.
10/24/22
All Hallows’ Evening
Contest by Craig Cornish
CUCUMBERS OR NUMBERS
Here we are together, all as mates
Clustered in several separate plates
Vinegar soaked, as all pickles are
Yet each in our own way, a star
Adding that extra taste to cheese
As our main intention is to please
While we are still hale and hearty
The gherkin says, let’s have a party
Our French friend won’t understand
He’s a cornichon in that foreign land
But we like each other for good or ill
Even overshadowed by that tall dill
Lying here, no chance for any fun run
Especially with that big pickled onion
But we feel sorry for that brown lump
Just sweet pickle, and has got the hump
Yet believed to be a computer nerd
And quite up to date as we’ve heard
But at this party we’ve heard enough
So let us dump all the techie stuff
Even if it brings tears to our eyes
Python pickle will quickly de-serialise
I had a dream in my dream
In this dream of my dream I saw a rose
A rose so bloomy and well scented
A rose very catchy to the eye
Appealing to the eyes and nose
A very rare rose indeed
An adorable rose
I drew closer to it
Admired it for a moment
At the moment I was in a fix
In the darkness of doubt
You raised the lamp of love
Then I realized plucking it will make it wither
To make it last forever I have to let it. E
Fencing round this rose became impeccable
Hale and hearty moments will only come when it is fenced
No daily-dally then
With haste and accuracy I finished my fence
Never knew the joy from a rose until I rose towards a rose
Then I realized that my joy is enveloped in a rose
Opinionated people with possibly distorted truths
The loudest ones thinking they are winning
Many others consulting psychics and say-sooths,
My sis and I agree on one thing, we are twinning.
The loudest ones thinking they are winning
The din in the horizon is formulating an angry mob
My sis and I agree on one thing, we are twinning
Pulling apart America USA should not be our job
The din in the horizon is formulating an angry mob
Insurrection is not important says the non-thinking party
Pulling apart America USA should not be our job
With lack of integrity, how do we remain hale and hearty?
Insurrection is not important says the non-thinking party
Where does honesty, decency, and respect enter in?
With lack of integrity, how do we remain hale and hearty?
The masses are in turmoil, and our togetherness is thin.
Where does honesty, decency, and respect enter in?
Many others consulting psychics and say-sooths,
The masses are in turmoil, and our togetherness is thin.
Opinionated people with possibly distorted truths
Written 5-18-2022
Contest: A Rhyming Pantoum of 5 Stanzas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
His reindeer tie clopped around the room
Kicking his heels as poinsettias bloomed
His owner chased him before the party
Reindeer tie was excited, hale and hearty
Snowman tie said I will adorn your suit
Owner stopped chasing the big galoot
Put on his gorgeous designer silk snowman tie
Went to the party as the handsomest guy
In my old age
I thought I’d have such yarns to tell,
of derring-do when I was hale and hearty.
Looking back, I wonder now just what befell
me in those years
and did I miss the party?
Distant echoes further fade
as all the days slip by.
An aproned lady combs my hair
and tells me I should try
once more to do the jigsaw,
but I really don’t know why.
They tell me I have new friends now,
sitting in a circle, wiggling toes,
or neatly slipper-clad, arranged in rows,
we sing “We”ll meet again”
at bedtime with our cocoa,
smoothing out the pain.
But well we know, when it’s time to go,
it’s our “au revoir” refrain.
To hear some tell it our country is going to pot
They say the way it used to be, we’ve all forgot
As for me, I cannot say it has changed that much
I make my freedom; perhaps I am out of touch.
The times I think change somewhat naturally
But I am still the product of who I am culturally
I believe in telling the truth, unpleasant as it is
Some want to listen to the “big lie,” big lie ‘tis.
Isn’t it time we learned the truth of our history
Unmasking all that is enshrouded in mystery
Learning to deal with the life we’ve been handed
Instead of a life by malcontents’ colors branded.
Everyone has a right to their own way of thinking
Declaring everyone “woke” as a cop-out is stinking
I am not the product of a particular political party
I am the product of a good mind—hale and hearty!
written July 30, 2021
Happy heathy life is wished for you this year
Helping hearts to wipe every tear
Happenstance happenings that herald cheer
Heart warming hopeful events to make covid disappear
High-spirited hilarious friends always near
Hale and hearty body, end of all despair
Harmonious relationships heralding heaps of love so dear
Healing, humane people, holidays hugs and everything that makes miseries blear
Heart felt Merry Christmas and Happy New year to all my friends here.
Date: 12/21/2020
Bo-Peep Cannot Sleep
Poor Little Bo-Peep can't drift off to sleep
Being far too excited to even count sheep
Can't wait can she, to wake up and see
The prezzies that Santa's left under the tree.
There's only a few more nights left to go
Till Santa arrives with a loud 'Ho! Ho! Ho!
Bo so hopes it snows, and should that be so
Her fleece get the chance to gambol in snow.
She closed her eyes as tightly as she could
As any small sleepy shepherdess should
Sheep still awake thought they’d have a party
So pranced o’er the meadow hale and hearty.
Then cross with her flock for disturbing her sleep
She snapped "that's no way to be treating Bo-Peep"
Those naughty sheep gave her a sorrowful bleat
She forgave them right there and sang lullabaa's sweet.
2nd December 2020
I do not speak your language I said to the ghost.
I speak a better one, fancier than yours, fancier than most.
I speak American, taken from English and hillbilly.
Your language is stuck up, decidedly silly.
The ghost was astounded, confounded, incensed.
Old English had served him well ‘til this fence.
What is American he asked, in a haughty, snobbish way.
I immediately thought “tea time” and decided to play.
Have you not heard of the Boston Tea Party?
It was the day we took over your ship, hale and hearty.
We threw all your tea in the sea, ignoring your taxes.
He ran for his wood shed, his chains and his axes.
He came back empty handed, for he was a ghost.
Could not pick up anything, a crumb, maybe, at most.
We decided to be friends, we talked into the night.
Me and the ghost, on my lap. What a sight!
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