There is nothing dainty about my wind
It lifts me out of my chair said old man Flynn
He rocks the house and the garage interjected his wife
I just let them rip, he agreed, thus, I have no strife.
Chubby patriot clown spun like a top.
I wish he would stop! I wish he would stop!
Why doesn’t he drop? Why doesn’t he drop?
This was said by my lazy uncle Cyclop.
He’s doing okay, grandma interjected.
She knew Uncle Cy was stuck up and affected.
Chubby patriot clown showed off his red, white and blue.
If you were a clown, wouldn’t you too?
Om Ostrich inherited Uncle Hillard’s hat with the onyx jewel.
We were surprised for Om never followed any kind of rule.
He was Hillard’s favorite, of course, said great aunt Crown.
Hillard was a wild man before my ways settled him way down.
Om was pleased, he showed the hat to everyone he saw.
The donkey loved it, he interjected a congratulatory hee haw.
The sheep and the pig were not as excited, of course.
But Om got a wonderful neigh from his bestie, the horse.
Ignorance is bliss said the uneducated Miss
Take the tiger by the tail, and then give a hiss.
A snake in the grass thought outside of the box
You can’t judge a book by its cover, said the ox.
Like a kid in the proverbial candy store
Good things come to those who wait said Moore.
In the nick of time there was a loose cannon swarm.
All together it became the perfect storm.
Cliques are like cans of worm said a tiny newborn.
But like all God’s favorite things, every rose has a thorn.
Grandma said, “The apple does not fall far from a tree.”
She was referring of course, to that arrogant baby, Little Lee.
What goes around comes around, Daddy interjected.
That’s the pot calling the kettle black, Mom said, feeling rejected.
No sense in beating a horse to death, said the uneducated Miss.
The grass is always greener on the other side. She blew them a kiss.
There are plenty of fish in the sea, they told Uncle Hank.
But now he felt dead as a doornail, he was sweet on Miss Lank.
He must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed someone said.
If only walls could talk! Hank lamented. His face was quite red.
What are you doing? The robins whispered.
Enticing the crocus to bloom, earth said.
I thought that was Wind’s job, a cardinal interjected.
The robins flew off, intimidated by his colors.
Earth rolled her eyes Not understanding separations.
Robins cannot get along with cardinals.
Cardinals despise blue jays, daffodils hide from roses.
What kind of a world am I living in? Earth asked herself.
last Friday
My English class just ended and everyone’s packing up (18 students). The class is held outdoors under a tent due to COVID. My professor says, “Ms Vionet, may I speak with you for a moment?”
I froze, Oh, my God, I thought, is he about to tell me to quit - has he already identified some fundamental inadequacy in my work? The world seemed to go silent as I hefted my backpack and approached him.
“Ms Vionet,” he began.
“Anais,” I interjected.
“Anais,” he patiently started again, “We have a small professor’s choice (invitation only) writing group that meets every two weeks, 7 to 8 PM on Wednesdays - would you be interested in joining us?”
It was hard to hold back a pterodactyl screech of delight. “Yes sir, I’ll be there”
“Here”, he said, motioning to the tent classroom “weather permitting.” He had packed up, he turned and headed for some nearby stairs.
I did a twirl of joy.
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ps, I write short stories too
Children will generally meet your expectations
Especially when they feel loved and accepted,
When feelings are factored into many situations
When with their parents they feel connected.
They certainly deserve a cogent explanation,
Without anger and threats being interjected,
As to why their parents expect a cessation
Of the type of unacceptable behavior detected.
written June 28, 2021
His eyes were green but no one noticed
Even though he was the only green-eye in the room.
His hair was red, but so were all of ours
We are McCormicks so it makes sense right?
The thing we were all noticing was his beard
The base appeared to be popsicle sticks and globs of glue.
Is it hard? Someone asked. He nodded furiously.
Is it a contest? Another relative interjected.
His brother came in wearing a similar beard
But with Barbie and Ken dolls glued on it
Their heads going in different directions.
Weird and weirder I thought.
Until their mother came in.
She had the ultimate beard.
She had interwoven a skull
And put in blinking eyes.
Since it was not my family reunion
I kept my mouth shut
Especially as my girlfriend
Was irritated now
She thought she was going
to win with orange witch
beard with the hissing black cat.
She is not a girly-girl, he said.
Not realizing most girls aren’t.
She may say things that surprise you, he interjected.
Not knowing that most girls do.
I am not sure if she is a tomboy or not, he admitted.
Not knowing many girls, actually, maybe not knowing any.
Including this one.
The girl sat in the corner, thinking.
Plotting her escape from this man
Who had never taken the time to know her at all.
Her mother had died in childbirth,
and she had been homeschooled.
She had no idea if she was a real girl, a tom girl
or a tom boy girl.
In this setting, she had no identity at all.
But she was a thinker, and a plotter.
She could play the piano, and plant a garden.
She could travel with her imagination to the sky.
So she did that.
Living every day in a make believe world
Her nirvana included deer, butterflies, and unicorns.
She lived it happily,
far away from the only person who should have known her
But clearly did not.
P Patience is a virtue, a footstep
A Along the road of life, ambrosia
T To a world in turmoil; the tiniest
I Interjected bits of soul food like, Fusilli,
E Egg pasta with zucchini and mushroom sauté.
N Nice parmesan and pecorino cheese atop; such a crown with,
C Cabernet Sauvignon added, for a meal so aromatic
E Everyone will celebrate!
3-10-2020
STRAND CHOICE B,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
It was Mona’s lucky day.
She found a four-leaf clover.
Faeries rarely do, for they are not supposed to look for them.
It is in the faerie code, but she accidentally looked up
and there was a beautiful green one under a mushroom.
She left it undisturbed, of course.
Her usual lunar moth had sent a replacement.
His name was Chet, and he was amiable, and personable.
They hit it off right away. He asked where she wanted to go, and she
said “faerie meadows please.” He would not accept any faerie dust for his trouble.
It was indeed her lucky day.
When she was dusting the roses she found a most unusual caterpillar.
He was not the fuzzy sort, but he was multi-colored, and most peculiar looking.
“What are you?” he asked her.
“I am a faerie,” she told him
“Faeries aren’t real,” he told her.
“I can show you some other faeries” she offered.
But the other faeries were shy, and fearful as he was a most peculiar
looking caterpillar. He was sectioned off orange and blue, with yellow dots.
“He’s not real,” one said.
“He can’t be,” another faerie interjected.
It was just another day in Faerie Meadows, discussing who is real, and who is not.
Love
Written: by Tom Wright
6/17/2018
One’s love isn’t expressed,
By mere words we say.
But it’s in our actions,
Occurring within each day;
Love isn’t just a word,
To be interjected with ease.
Then once it’s orated,
To just do as we please.
We can’t show little regard,
For the needs of another;
Then introduce the “L” word,
For this wrong to cover;
We can’t do little things,
Which drives a spouse up the wall.
While casting a blind eye,
To our character shortfall;
Here it comes again.
some melodic beat
brings dancing to my heart and feet
and then when list expected
that infamous word is detected
revealed necessary to be interjected;
some grandiose display
that causes pause to say
what the hey?
Did it really need expression
when I was simply easing in my obsession
of the music and the dance aggression?
There it was in hip hop
the word so easily dropped
when once it was taboo and not an op,
but here it comes again
unnecessary yet falling like a crane
never found in my home domain.
Once used most often in justifiable anger
sought to express the innocence as it's strangled
but now it spills out in frequent clamor
with little pause or second thought
rambling the wrath once brought
intending to be part daily fraught;
could you take it back
let it be restricted by tact
and return self control on track?
"It'll never happen," they said;
"They're all going to laugh at you,"
Is probably what they meant
- "No it wasn't", they interjected...
...Man;
Some friends I've got these days...
...How could Stephen King do something like this to me?
...All over again...
Bats ran on opposite directions searching for mate
Chasing each other across the skies
Chilly evening, company anyone could contemplate
Crickets too sung to the sundown melodies
An old man sat outside his old hut
Reminiscing his old days beside a blaze
Eyes up as if there's something he was staring at
then to the darkness he gazed
A shadow appeared from the night
Mkongwe acted as if he didn't saw him at all
for he wasn't expecting any visitor tonight
The intruder stood like a silhouette - very tall
''Evening comrade? '', the visitor greeted
''Evening too'', replied the host
'' What has brought you here a friend I didn't expected? ''
'' What else other than boredom and reviving memories lost
''I agree with you my dear friend
Days of our youth where an eye was still an eye
When our women could not pretend
So faithful and could not lie''
''Look at what so-called modernity has brought''
Mzee interjected very scornfully
''Teaching women what white men thought
Our society has just been ruined fully
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