The suns had never had a queen before
But it was an idea the solar system did not deplore
Matter of fact, some planets thought it was the way
To honor a sun who was merry, joyful and gay
They held a contest and the willing female suns strutted in
One of the older ones had spittle sliding off her chin
A young sun dabbed it with a hankie, helping her immediately too
As far as the judges were concerned, this is what a queen should do
Placing their ballots in secret, they figured out right away
That the empathetic young helpful sun was merry, joyful and gay.
They gave her a gorgeous tiara made of flowers in pastel blue
She was excited, and appreciative and grateful too.
Categories:
hankie, fantasy, sun,
Form: Rhyme
Magic saw cuts assistant in two
Pretty lady emerges good as new
Magician pulls hankie from hat
Dove flies away
He tells you your name, DOB,
even your fortune
The man rakes in the money ~
Entertainment’s portion
Categories:
hankie, fun, magic, money,
Form: Rhyme
he is the consummate entertainment committee of one
when Hankie appears, we know there will be fun.
he brings stories that are colorful, and wild.
nothing Hankie does is ever blah, boring or mild.
we excitedly kick our feet as his stories are unfurled.
wome would quickly make sure your straight hair is curled.
unfortunately, we just discovered Hankie has passed away.
parties will never again have his quintessential level of play.
Categories:
hankie, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Chubby cream grubby against white ice
Hungry somewhat clumsy polar bear heist
Hopefully loping over to an asylum of seals
Tusked beasts bound to become tasty meals
Damp nose oscillates, catch tongue anticipates
Hook claws extend, jagging his cumbersome gait
Ungainly angle rotates blundering bear ballerina
Jaws roar frustrated, mishap sadly signals dinner
Jolly bodied, barrel stocky well insulated brood
Swivel protruding chests to avoid being food
Fear pulls polar threat away, phew! - Relax
Pack pacify, raft drifts after cold cracks
Snowy blows his nose with hankie huge paws
Lucky that chubby has arms strong as oars
Iceberg dips, whiskers twitch while wishing
Imminent swim success - in frigid fishing
8th March 2023
Written for Contest: Cracked
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
hankie, animal, cute, earth, funny,
Form: Burlesque
Outside the sanctum, clenched teeth, tension,
a sense of being spun slowly, in comical ocean drift
Bobbed cork barely able to rein my orientation.
Luckily, current flux of haphazard happening flapped
a variable vantage.
Blown as though by silk hankie butterfly blessing
launched under lead light detail dragonfly wing
Inside the sluice.
tender seagrass arms greet me, surprise caressed
Silky entry to a tepid tub, a calm community
of smug inner sanctum club members, afloat.
Blind to bedlam, their faces automatically accepting
Smarmy, aloof, knowing the code
Clicked into correct holding pattern
Galvanized now among the longed for,
unlocked passage
Boasts a right angled me, porthole refuge
Catatonic sanctum immune to struggle
Bay of steady abundance
Top step mission for admission somehow granted mine
Spotlight shon on my cloned social demeanor,
Meticulously honed modesty of highbrow gallery.
24th February
Written for Contest: Gateway
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
hankie, allusion, analogy, appreciation, art,
Form: Free verse
Dog gone gardeners so long in the tooth.
They are planting beans today along with old Ruth.
Their overalls are straight, their tails are a wagg’n.
By six o’clock tonight, they may both be dragg’n.
Dog gone gardeners, their faces are long.
They are hoeing up the earth, barking a song.
They each have a hankie for the sweat that will drip.
Both of them just let a gas bubble rip!
Dog gone gardeners, you are in touch with the land.
Your radishes and carrots will truly be grand.
It is a lot of work, but in August it will be worth the wait.
Your vegetables and flowers truly are great!
Categories:
hankie, animal,
Form: Rhyme
ONE MAN'S TRASH IS ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE
In the hustle and bustle of daily life,
We often overlook the struggles and strife.
To some, it's just trash, no value seen,
But to others, it's a lifeline, a dream.
A penny here, a dollar there,
To those in need, it's more than fair.
A hankie, a sack, a torn blanket so dear,
To those who have nothing, it's all they hold near.
The cold, the hunger, the longing for more,
To those on the streets, it's an everyday chore.
So before you discard, before you dispose,
Remember, one man's trash is another one's treasure, it truly shows.
Categories:
hankie, care, emotions, encouraging, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
I don’t want to see you inside this house
Unless your foot has fallen off or you are bloody
Does a bloody nose count?
Hell no.
What if a blood eating vampire eats my face off?
That could be a good thing because you would be silent.
Wow.
Mother of the year here.
We looked at each other for about two seconds before we thought of it.
She opened the door and said “And don’t go into that old shed!”
Damn.
This ruined things
Not so fast, my cousin Hankie said. I know a secret way in.
So she won’t see us? I asked.
I don’t think she can, he said.
Hankie was always full of bloody good ideas.
This time was not one of them.
We ended up scratching ourselves up as we climbed in the broken window
Hankie was screaming bloody murder as she drove him away
to get a tetanus shot
Because he had landed on a rusty nail.
Bloody hell!
Categories:
hankie, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Lace hankie tucked inside her jacket sleeve
Hard candy filled the tin beside Mom’s purse
Gray mournings, nature’s gifts for those who grieve
At times when it seems nothing could be worse
So many dresses filled her closet space
And most of them I’d sewn by hand for her
I folded them as memories gave chase
Recalling the fine fabrics Moms prefer
Her perfume bottle nearly stood half full
Its fragrance still brought thoughts of Mom to me
And when I packed her scarf of finest wool
A teardrop fell that only Dad could see
For as I stowed Mom’s things, my Dad looked on
He knew I’d pack again when he was gone
*January 3, 2020
Categories:
hankie, grief,
Form: Sonnet
What's a necktie
dangling for?
Too stiff, too thin
to be scarf, a bib
or an apron,
Too smooth to be
a hankie,
too short to be
a suicide noose
to contemplate on!
Categories:
hankie, age, analogy, anxiety, culture,
Form: Personification
How I wish you know
How much I love you
You'd let be the one,
You'd always talk to
You'd let me look deep into your eyes
You wouldn't mind been softened by my poems
When your heart is heavy
You'd let me carry
You'd let your tears be wiped by my hankie
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
It's you I'd like to Marry
Please say yes like let be you Banky
You are the most finest girl, I seen ha
Sometimes I come online, just to stare at your picture
Girl let me hold you
Haven't I told you
You're my air, my water, my everything la
I cross my heart Girl,
These words are true
I love you like a scholar loves to read his books
I love you like a burner loves to burn and cook
I love you like I love my Mother's soup
Categories:
hankie, humor, love, metaphor,
Form: Lyric
SEXY REXY wanted
JUST JOEY because she
loved his IRISH EYES.
Joey was not up to
HANKIE PANKIE because
he was THE CONSTANT
GARDENER. So,he asked
DAVID AUSTIN to forget
his roses and use his
ORANGES AND LEMONS
to give the LADY a
RAPSODY IN BLUE
beneath the BLUE MOON.
It worked!!
Categories:
hankie, allegory, flower, garden,
Form: Prose Poetry
Lying on my back,
the warm sun blanketing,
I watched the cloud stacks drift,
breezily blown across the bluest skies,
imagining, dreaming . . .
Dangling from my lips,
sweet honeysuckle straws dripped nectar candy,
delicious extract for flavoring dreams,
visions of the joys to come
when I was older grown,
reveries of life and love
and children of my own.
Beneath the apple tree,
in spring pink blossom carpeted,
I laid out the charming rooms
that framed a happy home.
The hollyhocks lent their blooms
for babies hankie-swaddled
and clothed in petal gowns of white and pink.
My flower-children, plump and fragrant skinned,
rocked in cradles strung between the branches,
were lulled to sleep with tender lullabies.
The happy days of childhood passed,
and I was suddenly grown
with tiny babies of my own,
sweeter far than any flower known.
The kisses that I gave to them
were answered, returned to me,
from lips like rose buds formed
perfumed with baby breaths, fragrant and warm.
The childhood dream that I held dear
I treasured year after year
until I found it realized,
reflected in my babies' eyes.
Copyright, August 16, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
hankie, baby, childhood, dream, mother,
Form: Free verse
Under his nose hung a big greenie.
The kids all thought he was a meanie.
He didn't have a hankie.
That's why he was so cranky.
Also, he had a hollow weenie.
Categories:
hankie, halloween,
Form: Limerick
Mixing two things will create
Something new that's really great
Yellow and blue will make green
And an outside pretty scene
Purple comes from red and blue
Growing violets==rare and new
Pink is made from red and white
Lace is a soft pretty sight
Two more things can mix together
Two lonely hearts bound forever
In one happy and sweet place
There's never a single trace
Of pain anywhere or time
Two hearts with a long love line
Formed by mixing two great things
Wedding vows and golden rings
A warm outsides serene and quiet
Hair decorated by nice violets
Pink lace all along a dress
Matching hankie in his vest
No scene could be quite as nice
Than two hearts joining for life
Categories:
hankie, beauty, love, marriage, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
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