Sheep Shandra does not have to go to the store
She knits up her own wool, and she always has more
Today she is knitting an afghan for the king and the queen
they said any color will do, so she is making it green
She dyes it too? The listener was amazed by this news.
She is truly remarkable, said her cousin, McGlews.
If I need a bit of wool, I sit with her and do a spin.
Pretty soon I am covered in her wool up to my chin.
A Single Nonet on the theme of a hobby, a love or something you dislike Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
My pastime consists of playing cards
I'm on deck with Hearts, Spades and Gin
But my ship sails with poker
For fifty years, I played
From school days to now
I've had a hand
A steel face
A seat
Saved
Nine photos from forgotten shoebox
Eight photographs, corners mitered
Seven pressed blooms, scent long fled
Six shades of washi tape
Five faded tickets
Four Polaroids
Three smudged dates
Two hands
Snip
Knitting's my hobby, I never stop
Blankets, sweaters, gloves, hats and socks
All colours of a rainbow
Chunky or double knit
Whatever it is
I will not stop
Till the day
That I
Drop
* * *
I leap from hobby to hobby
because I can
It used to be great
now it seems more same oh, same oh
I hate to say this
but I might break down and clean something
giving myself a break
from my break
Satin pillow is calling me
Lullaby of lyrics sing so sweet
Eyes burning but dare not close
Elegant urges to write purple prose
Poetry is a hobby that I love
Writing is exciting can’t get enough
Amethyst thoughts like a peach prize
Looking within to find my reason why
Kinda tired so sleep walking
In a different way with pen talking
Now I’m ready go to sleep
Going to dream well in perfect peace
Though it’s still partly cloudy in this street
& everybody follows the king’s fleet,
I’m following you to the ends of this world,
where I’ve replaced everything with your word,
I remain elsewhere like the empty plea
because you’re that fire burning inside me.
Though those agencies that create duets seem
to believe that a system employing well over
2, 000, 000 couples with infusions of bright visions
will need certain clearly specified characteristics
with objectives & noting costs to protect the new moon.
You’re that whirlwind blowing everything away,
that’s why in this play, I pray not to be the next prey.
I’m too late this morning & I won’t catch any bus,
though traders in their market won’t understand us.
To them, we’re actors in a tragic-comedy stage.
& we made a bold decision to try out the phage.
Give me your hands for a warmth of touch
& I won’t be in operational form in that skutch.
Give me your mouth for a kiss
when I listen to your coos.
Give me your whole body for burying me completely
when I pledge fealty.
I've loved them all
each and every one
the long and slinky ones
the short and racy ones
the bold and colourful
the dark and moody ones
the funny and even silly ones
I've loved them all without regret
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Your hobby is to kill my joy,
Each of the bullet you fire hurts.
But whatever your ploy.
I'll always clear your dirts.
I'm made strong to last.
Try even more hard,
My mind is fast.
Ever on guard.
Don is my dear daddy, Daddy loves tasty toddy, Drinking toddy is his hobby, His hobby is quite greedy , A greedy man overcomes his body , And his body becomes fatty.
I am in love with my many retirement hobbies
Passionate about cartooning, painting and poetry
Intensely enthusiastic when I am playing in my art studio
Also thrilled with peanut butter cookies and twinkies
Loving refried beans and salsa heated up eaten on chips
These are a few of my favorite things
My passions have changed through the years
But at this moment, in this time, these are my main events
Writing is my hobby, like many others do,
Just like my lover, who loves someone new.
Through the rhythm and rhyme, I ignite.
These unspoken feelings, I gently write,
In writing poetry, I find my release,
It’s like a journey where my soul finds peace.
Silent whispers, unspoken desires,
Ignite the page with passionate fires.
Through ink and verse, I weave a tale,
Of a love unrequited, a bittersweet travail.
Read my poems and you will see,
With a pen in hand, my truths set free.
I like to draw,
in black pencil and then with hues;
my style is creative but is quite raw,
I let muse bring the blues.
This is but a hobby and I love it so much,
creating an image that I made and can touch;
not to be perfect insomuch,
but just a piece of my heart that says aah !
I tell you my secrets through the hums
Of buzzing, stringed bees
The rumblings of my thumb
I pretend to play it all with ease
My memories seem to wane
But my fingers know their place
A screech, a murmur, a twang
Suffocating, sweet, in our airy space
What words I cannot find,
What I cannot seem to say,
Are the things I hope remind
Us of the songs that make us sway
Mahogany and copper speak
In softer languages than I ever could
So I’ll strum until my wrist is weak
Until we’ve both been understood
Besides my writing poetry, my hobbies now are few
though in the past were many things that I liked to do -
like bicycling, swimming, and playing ping pong too.
But with most things physical, my body now is through.
Current health conditions have me lying down or seated,
which means my biggest hobby always gets repeated
daily, and never is my love for it depleted.
Oh, the many series in my life that I’ve completed!
I do things on the internet but mostly it’s TV
that I’m addicted to -maybe since the age of three!
I love the many programs and movies that I see.
Yes, watching the old boob tube is A-ok with me.
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