remembered for when the moonlight waned;
the stars grew dizzy and lost their bright;
the wolf leaned on his paws, silently watching;
the darkness grew within, bloodletting.
his mother would see his pale shell;
solitary figure in early morning grief.
pitch, like a spotlight in my bedroom;
specification of dark.
the call won’t come
until after his father wakes up; perhaps,
God granted a few more minutes peace
before the sun melted like wax.
the wax mask would become ashen.
ashes fly like a son from the tips of their fingers.
side by side, together on the mountainside.
ashes leapt into the air, four years past;
halloween, a scare, an early morning reality.
his guitar silenced; his voice on repeat.
teardrops splash off vinyl,
round and round;
seasons come and go…
What the Dickens! Santa ain't wearing knickers
well his pants got caught inside the chimney
now here's the kicker...
Little Joe woke up in the middle of the night
and gave Santa such a jolly fright
now here's the kicker...
It was drafty there wasn't any gas nor heat
Mrs. Chump snored upstairs like dead meat
now here's the kicker...
Mr. C was 5 feet tall and wasn't a Clause at all
he didn't know how to rob Peter to pay Paul
now here's the kicker...
The real Ms. C owned a solar panel, Oh what fun
gave it to Ming Ming who flew like a Son Of A Gun!
now here's the kicker... Eh !
He burned Santa's pants then laughed, giggled, scoffed
but as Santa danced around the sun poured in the loft
now here's the real kicker...
Christmas was a blast now little Joe C could finally be,
toasty as a glow worm in a house built for three.
Merry Christmas Everyone !
Love,
From Santa's Girl :)
prosecutor is pushing for a guilty verdict.
defense lawyer argues there is no crime, for there is no body.
forensic expert says she must have been killed, due to the amount of blood.
her parents are conflicted.
they want her to be alive.
they do not want her murdered.
they do not want to blame their son-in-law
he has been like a son for twenty-two years.
and he has custody of their five grandchildren.
they feign their support.
keeping their accusatory feelings under wraps.
holding their breath in the courtroom.
waiting to see where this show is taking them
We had a dog that was so dear to us.
He died in April of the year before.
He was so faithful and he did not fuss
like some dogs do. I couldn’t love him more
than how I loved that darling pet of ours.
He liked to be with us, and mostly all
he did was lay around with us for hours.
He wasn’t very great at playing ball,
but he sure liked his walks and times to eat.
I loved to pet him while I watched TV
and give to him a tasty doggy treat.
That dog was almost like a son to me.
A new dog we've now got. I hope to say
I’ll love this new dog just as much one day.
Feb. 8, 2023
For Writing Challenge - D Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Have I used my gift for gain, O Dear Lord,
and fattened myself with dishonest wealth?
Have I sought wicked vengeance through the sword,
and schemed against my wanton neighbor's health?
But, like a son, I have been obedient;
and have not gone against, nor forsaken,
the law or your most heavenly commandment:
instead, all of your talents awaken
Creation through my written lines, the rhyme.
What you have endowed me with, I employ
and use with care to make the most of time,
to spread and multiply on earth your joy.
Whilst some souls aspire to vengeance and greed,
let my rhyme's good will instead grow and breed!
If my life was a little more sunshine,
Will people love to stay with me,
If I was a good person or a nice one,
Will my friends never betray me?
If money flows like a river in my pockets,
Will someone care for me?
If I had a thousand lists of buckets,
Will true friends cherish with me;
Oh! what a fortunate life ahead.
My hands writing down some sad stories,
No one will ever want to read,
Why am I walking around with many faces,
Life was once a happy ending for me;
Have I ever deserved to be wrong?
I walk around so much wasting time,
Blaming all the innocent with a song,
Why do I make myself a loser?
I was abusing myself not for working out,
Can my arrested sins ask for a lawyer,
What will my mind though about,
I'm just a hopeless person,
Begging and begging for love,
That a daughter will never have like a son,
I want to fly away like a dove.
His prayer...
He will hear
He has held me dear
He held me dear without a fear
That will give us cheer
Wondrous as ever
He drowns out fear
Don’t say whatever
Let’s hold us near
Hopefulness and helpfulness
Distress and dreamful dutifulness
Will disappear in happiness
Excess excellence will be in progress
Reduce me to radiant shine tonight
Give me a daydreamer’s might...
Holy Spirit is holding us in fearlessness
Freedom and faith loves us regardless
Fret won’t get us into debt
It’s ok to get upset...upset...
I don’t want to be filled with regret
Anymore...anymore...anymore...
I’m going under...under...
Beneath the lies asunder
Let’s put our love in a blender
I don’t mean to be an offender
We are a perfect pair
Life just gets so unfair
You want one thing,
Then you change your mind and everything
We need a break from each other
Like a son and a mother,
Getting sick of one another
But, yet abundant love and protection is needed
The glory of God is oh so exhilarating
I am sick of hating and sick of debating
Strong hands who held me up to the sun
A harbinger of knowledge so hard won
By his side I felt so good
Safe and sound like a son should
He fought the Japanese during the war
As a gunner on a destroyer he knew the score
A hard worker who didn’t always win
He taught me the truth and for me always a grin
We lost him early from cancer then
And he suffered right up to the end
It’s hard to think of him and I miss him each day
Wanting him back and wishing he’d stayed
But we play the cards we are dealt
When I see him again my heart will melt
So now I work it out each day
With a thought “What would my father say?”
© Paul Warren Poetry
He has been attached to me since he was a baby
And I became his every day caregiver, loving him like a son
Not a grandson.
His amber eyes watching my face for cues as to
how fascinated I was, or how silly we would get to be
On that day.
He is twelve now, and as tall as I am, yet
He is not too old to lie on me like a puppy.
Languishing on my lap or just leaning against me.
He took an assessment test
And it came out that he has the
Heart of a counselor, a listener, a helpmate
I am not surprised.
He is the most tender heart in the family.
Worrying about everyone else
at the expense of himself
I believe he learned that from me.
I have no idea how but he is the most
empathetic caring soul I have ever met.
His name is Jack. He is twelve.
Contest: 2 to 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
Eleanor looked down at St. Peter’s and smiled.
“More visitors today,” she reported.
Her angel mentor smiled.
A scullery maid in life,
Dead at the age of forty-four,
Eleanor had never suspected she would become famous
Best day of my spirit life
When those two boys met
At my gravestone, she said.
John came over and said,
“Best pals ever,” sending Paul vast love.
Her tomb was such a landmark!
“I will never be lonely again,” she said.
“Come sing with me,” John coaxed her.
He could charm her like a son.
Written 9-020-2019
Poetry Contest: Eleanor Rigsby Who Was She
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
I appreciate you
Three words
People don't say enough
To those who deserve to hear them
I appreciate you, indeed
Just know that I never forget
All the little things you do
For me, and I'm sure for many others
I'm grateful to have you in my life
For many reasons...
Your ready smile to one and all
Your love for people
Your continual acts of kindness
Your beautiful gift of friendship
Your hugs that give immediate warmth
And makes one feel your heartbeats
You treat me like a son...
And I appreciate you for it
I truly appreciate you
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
My Country
The day when i took a step over it ,
The day when i was unknown about it ,
It holds me like a son ,
In its arms like a mother other than none .
I was warmths by its earthy smell ,
It rises me up whenver I fell ,
My lord give me birth over this divine again ,
So that its pure love could be gained .
Heart is full for respect for it ,
But hands are empty what can i give to it ,
Ever thinking to be a soldier for it ,
Or a politocian who will raise for a bit .
The day when i took a step over it ,
The day when i was unknown about it ,
It holds me like a son ,
In its arms like a mother other than none .
Ex, T-Rex, Box, Spandex, Sex, Tux.
Ex, a person who used to make you the happiest,
Ex, an ******* you are better off not having in your life.
T-Rex, the mightiest of the dinosaurs,
T-Rex, also a reminder that even the greatest things can die out.
Box, a cardboard container for something from a loved one,
Box, a place you put thoughts in your head to avoid addressing them.
Spandex, the material that stretches across my skin to look skinny again,
Spandex, the material that gives me hives from sticking to my skin with sweat
Sex, the eye opening experience that brings you closer to your person,
Sex, the legs opening experience that hurts like a son of a *****.
Tux, the suit men put on before seeing their blushing bride.
Tux, the suit men put on before settling into their final resting place.
Ex, T-Rex, Box, Spandex, Sex, Tux.
Many people think
they know what faith is all about
They stand up and profess it
but inside them, lingers doubt
I prayed to God, some years ago
To show me what Faith is
That I might understand it well
just like a Son of His
I did not know the path I chose
Had then been laid for me
But things would happen, each new day
So I'd begin to see
I found when I had money
And processions stored away
I felt I was protected
from that painful rainy day
But then, became so poor
Without a pot to pee
But found the things I needed
Were delivered unto me
Today I do not drink
From this worldly greed filled fountain
But instead, sip on faith
That will help me move a mountain
Speak to me in words, Lord,
Words I understand.
Speak to me in thoughts, Lord,
Poured stream of hourglass sand.
I really need your help, Lord,
I really need your care.
Reach out your hand to me, Lord,
Show me that you’re there!
Love me like a son, Lord,
Hold me close to You.
Carry me through deserts, Lord,
These dry lands You take me through.
Wake me in the morning, Lord,
Wake me in the night.
Give me Your peace, Lord,
In this place of jagged fright!
Bless Me with Your Words, Lord,
Bless me with Your faith.
‘Cause without You, Lord,
Without You I cannot stand.
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