Hooray autumn is on it's way,
the long summer has been way too too hot.
Cooler days are what I want,
with a soft cool breeze covering me.
Pretty leaves falling down,
colors are a patch quilt carpet.
The welcome mat now reads autumn.
It’s going to be a good day
Smiling while
All mirrors have approved
A day to not be confused
Don’t be used
The sunshine with a definite shine with clear welcomed skies
A day in extra wise
Fully energized
A day like no other day
Happiness spread that embraces my way
Feeling splendid and ok
Friendly breezes with no sneezes
Refreshing and endured
Simply hooray.
"We must say, goodbye to winter but do not be sad. It will come back again next year with a big smile and plenty of fluffy white snow. Now we welcome Spring to enjoy." By Poet
Winter is cold,
wind is so bold.
Ground fluffy snow.
Flowers awake,
not wearing cake.
Pedals not fake.
Colors so sweet,
like a red beet.
I want to eat.
Roses are pink,
tulips red ink.
Both make me blink.
Big butterflies,
bees with blue eyes.
Spring a fun prize.
Garden alive,
with a bee hive.
Flowers of five.
Hooray! It’s time to write a poem
About an absolute
Disgrace by name of Kristi Noem,
Who finally got the boot.
A spotlight-craving dilettante
Who shot her dog and goat
Is not the person most would want
To hold a job of note.
Yet there she was, in camo gear,
Like she was set for war,
Though all her make-up made it clear
That she was out for more.
In ad campaigns she was the star,
With mucho millions spent,
To showcase her as Homeland’s czar,
Her failures evident.
What bothered me (and maybe you)
The most, with all she spewed,
Was, more than what she tried to do,
Her nasty attitude.
Good riddance, now; it’s way past time
The reign of Kristi Noem
Gets its comeuppance, though with rhyme,
She isn’t worth this poem.
Arthritic bones revealed my moans.
My joint broke down; I wore a frown.
Hip wear and tear was hard to bear.
Had my hip done, now I can run.
Go off to gym, to ride and swim.
With exercise, squat down, then rise.
So much to gain, no limp, no pain.
Regained my gait, now walking straight.
Enjoy my life without hip strife!
Yes, I do say Hip Hip Hooray.
Wearing a snapback on the highway,
cherry-stained lips from a sno-cone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray’.
I have been waiting to leave all day.
It’s finally time and my mind is blown,
wearing a snapback on the highway.
Cannot work this hard and not play,
carrying a bag and a palm stone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
Oh the thrill of being a runaway,
leading that group or at it alone.
Wearing a snapback on the highway.
Zero knowledge of where to stay,
I’m chasing a cabin and cobblestone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
Four tires on fire the world drifts away
as nature swallows my entire phone.
Wearing a snapback on the highway,
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
its my birthday hip hip horay
Hooray for the N/A
That’s all that I can say
That is N/A as in Not Again
Or N/A as in Nearly Awesome
(but I (the sponsor) didn’t get it
Or it didn’t get me)
Yet, I stand astride poetry's fence
As one who gives and takes offence
At times…to those who do not get my lines.
I sponsor contests, enter some
Some quite serious
Some for fun
And as for the dread of the N/A
I check the stats the very next day
For even in “losing” I always win
For N/A does not mean Never Again
the elephant circus is coming to Kalamazoo!
Kids were so excited, they played hooky too.
Running toward the tent that housed Ellie, the star.
Frog was practicing his tricks, he could play a guitar.
Pig was jumping out of a large red top hat.
Wow! Said some of the felons, what do you think of that?
School teachers were flying in to grab kids by their ears.
Potential students ran off, making jokes and jeers.
What can you do? The elephant said to the teachers.
Why don’t you stay and enjoy the show and our features?
Principal closed the school and there was a loud hooray!
Everyone laughed as mice chased a circus cat that day.
With a broken arm, there are many things
That I haven’t quite managed of late,
Like put t-shirts on, reach for shelves up high,
Carry items of any real weight.
Though my husband helps (cutting up my food,
Doing dishes and making the bed)
And my left hand tries to replace the right,
With results quite below par instead…
There are signs of hope, for I now can write,
Do some cleaning and - let’s hear some cheers -
After five long weeks, I feel more like me,
Since my earrings are back in my ears!
Hooray, Autumn is on its way:
for my most favorite of all,
is the grand pageantry of Fall.
I feel just like a child at play,
trading my T-shirt for long sleeves;
and jumping in piles of dry leaves.
Fall is a seasonal bouquet,
a multifaceted jewel;
a time of change and renewal.
Orange tones with golden inlay;
color the scattered leaf debris:
falling from every bush and tree.
I wish that these colors could stay
and perhaps, extend Fall a bit:
I love the sound and feel of it.
Holding Winter flurries at bay,
Autumn takes on an earthy smell:
derived from all the leaves that fell.
Hooray, Autumn is on its way:
I feel just like a child at play.
Fall is a seasonal bouquet,
orange tones with golden inlay.
I wish that these colors could stay:
holding Winter flurries at bay.
Shark week on TV and Sheldon was excited as he had ever been.
He got out his pad of paper, his iced tea, his TV Guide and his pen.
He would figure out what channel featured his favorite show and then…
He would sit here, relaxing in his recliner, stirring his iced tea with his fin.
A
dash on
excitement
tender passion
warm my leaden mind;
lavish, pungent perfumes
drift thru torn, intimate halls;
chuckling from the cookhouse table,
our constant, unique, only junction,
drown me amorously…and I am near!
I could not wait to get rid of my mask, kicking it into the street.
Entire elementary school was giddy, getting rid of them was a treat!
We saw the smiles of students we have not seen for an entire year.
I am so glad to tear this mask off, nothing at this point do I fear.
I am not yelling “come and get me Covid” but I feel a bell should ring.
I feel like a real person again, and it makes me happy enough to sing.
We are high-fiving each other, and dancing and skipping toward class.
I hope if they ever want masks again, this awful urge will quickly pass.
Hooray for Saint Patrick’s Day
Hooray, hooray for Saint Patrick’s Day
Hubby took steps unaided today
It may be only two
But at last a break through
A shamrock for luck, we’re on our way.
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17th March 2022
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