The dirty dishes at the sink
are piled up high, near at the brink.
A reckoning is looming large:
a Staten Island garbage barge of smells, I think.
I’ve carried out the garbage pail;
I’ve twitched my nose to no avail,
but still that reek, that awful smell.
I tried a Jeannie blink as well, but it too failed.
Staring at what’s in front of me,
I’m faced with grim reality:
it’s time to replace every dish.
Will Amazon fulfill my wish in time for tea?
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A fun one called a Florette, done as quatrains (there's a quintain option as well):
Syllabic: 8/8/8/12
Rhyme: aaba, with line 4 matching the ‘b’ rhyme at syllable 8
Categories:
jeannie, humor, silly,
Form: Quatrain
A curvy mermaid once spotted me
Fast asleep 'neath the shade of a tree --
She cried, I grant you a wish
I'm a genie, not a fish --
Said I, Wow, genie, please marry me...
You should be careful what you wish for
My 'genie' was a fish to her core --
Always stayed in the ocean
Knew not wifely devotion --
Go make love to a fish from the shore
July 26, 2019
Two Sea-Themed Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Contest Result: N/A
Categories:
jeannie, desire, fish, marriage,
Form: Limerick
Major Nelson was Jeannie's dreamy man
"Yes, Master," - his wishes, part of her plan
If by blinking eyes
Gals could fix their guys
Then this gal is a Jeannie superfan!
2/11/19
For Limerick 4 contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
jeannie, humorous,
Form: Limerick
To speak the unspeakable
Will I ever get to tell you
The truth will set you free
How much you mean to me
To think the unthinkable
Just to think about you
A you and me fantasy
Sets my spirit free
To hear the unhearable
I long to whisper softly
Words not meant for me
The softest "I love you"
To touch the untouchable
hunger for your soft caress
Unknown ecstasy
That says you love me too
To want the unattainable
you don't belong to me
Trying to succeed
But know I'm always here
To restrain the unrestrainable
Fighting to respect the vows
Walls internally
Of virtue held so dear
To dream the undreamable
It's not reality
Stretching boundaries
But hope will keep me strong
To foresee the unforeseeable
Until the day I find myself
A date with destiny
With you, where I belong
Categories:
jeannie, feelings, love,
Form: Verse
I'm lost inside a feeling
I thought had disappeared
In a state with a see through ceiling
With walls of pain and fear
The blueprint seemed to be flawless
From materials unknown to man
For those of us seeking solace
From a life of selfish demands
There are no doors or windows
With only one way to escape
The design is totally enclosed
To leave you must change shape
All I see around me
is based on how I feel
which begs myself the question
"Is any of this real?"
All of life's reminders
only come from looking back
Memories are the binders
to this vicious painful track
The barriers around me
are all I choose to see
To change my view prospectively
just might be the key
Perhaps upon a second look
there might be something more
past the pain and fear I took
to fight this evil war
My apprehensive prison cell
will one day set me free
when I decide to see my hell
as possibility
With wisdom I could live my life
outside these walls of fear
I'd say goodbye to days of strife
and never shed a tear.
Categories:
jeannie, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
Lost in a vacuum of darkness
Hearing beats of a distant drum
A marshaling cadence that hearkened
Together we'll overcome
Advancing I pause to listen
The sonorous pounding increased
It's volume and rhythm did hasten
My lonely anxiety had ceased
I knew nothing now could stop me
Adrenaline numbed all sense of fear
My pace became more lively
As the darkness began to clear
Then suddenly another thumping
I tried to make sense of it all
My nerves were raw and jumping
from within I began to recall
A memory beckoned sweetly
Of days forever gone
Tucked away so neatly
For sake of moving on
Convinced my chance was over
For happiness and love
My world had grown so lonely
Like a hand without it's glove
I, the seedling, springing forth
After I had died
Know the measure of the wealth
Of love when I last tried
Then suddenly the beating
Of the drums began to sync
And all the possibilities
My mind began to think
Here am I, A lonely man
In darkness, 'til the end
Who's heard, the call, to see the light
And shine on me again
with the brilliant and ubertalented Jeannie Minor
an original collaboration with Daniel Turner
Categories:
jeannie, anxiety, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
My dear sweet Jeannie,
don't be a meanie!
No holds barred,
Here they are:
I might aspire at first to what Solomon had,
wise enough to ask, forever grateful and glad.
Then my caprice might turn towards great wealth,
but in lieu of the gold, I surely settle for health.
And last, I would hope to find more than one friend,
who would be there throughout and there at the end.
Grant me these, Jeannie, then thank you, depart.
Forget all the rest for with these three I"ll start.
Categories:
jeannie, fantasy, imagination, thank you
Form: Couplet
On a dark hill north of town
Wearing a pretty gown
I found a little lamp
Just beside my camp
I rubbed it and appeared Jeannie
Who looked to be twenty
I demanded from him three wishes
To be laid out in dishes
My first was good health for my mom
Who was unwell at home
My second was fortune good
For my daughters who could
Live their life full
Without anyone’s pull
My third was a trip to Europe
Which was my dream and hope
The Jeannie granted happily
And I slept soundly.
Categories:
jeannie, fantasy
Form: Couplet