They limbered up and got prepared
To run in all their races,
In uniforms or matching tees,
With masks upon their faces.
The coach gave pep talks as the kids
Stayed cool within the shade,
Until the time for their events,
When with the sun they’d trade.
We waited for our grandson’s heat
And listened to the cheers
Of parents, whose shouts likely
Never reached their children’s ears.
Yet of course we screamed for Henry
As he sped around the track,
Maybe dreaming of a medal
Or just water and a snack.
Categories:
limbered, grandson, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Tomorrow is Wednesday; I shall leap from my bed.
I will dash over the dog, and eat marmalade on bread.
I will call up my great aunt and put her on speaker.
She will hear me playing with dog, and her duck squeaker.
We will laugh at memories of my mother, her and I.
We will snort and smile and hop and I will eat cherry pie.
If you think I have a sweet tooth, then stay around friend.
I will do a couple of jumping jacks and a back bend.
Thoroughly limbered up, I will bake up a brand new pie.
I will slap on some ice cream, and eat as I sigh.
The dog will beg me for a bite, and I’ll get her some steak.
Then I’ll put on my pajamas and dance ‘til I break.
My husband will come out to see what I am doing.
I will throw him some kisses, and make up some blue-ing.
I will wash up some clothes, and throw them in the dryer.
If I don’t do all of this, I guess I’ll be a liar.
So I am making a list right now, on Tuesday. Right here.
I am putting it on the frig where it will be abundantly clear.
I may add some other stuff as I do and I go.
But the main thing I’ll do is stay out of the snow.
Categories:
limbered, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
*Image of Orange Rose Watered Down by Giphy.
The Moonlight Fades From Flower And Rose
The moonlight fades from flower and rose,
A treasure laid forgotten, unfold,
Tis said chaptered verses that are prose,
In a limbered respite be unsold,
Tossed aside to advance ways for those,
Mystic stories cast oft in a hold,
Moments given are moments that goes,
Time is the essence ever behold,
That scent of rose, lingering yet grows,
Twilight's chariot sped into cold,
Ere some tasselling autumn e'er shows,
The redolent freshen oft so bold,
The aroma lifts and shares, who knows,
A refined world of the eve in gold,
A young star shines on a spray of rose.
2020 March 05
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND FORM
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 05
*HMS: 15 lines x 9 syllables per = 135
Categories:
limbered, meaningful, moon, muse, rose,
Form: Rhyme
Rocked fence rounds tinged of moss,
Laurels languish on limbered lengths aloft,
Faithful oak blessed rays anoint.
2019 September 24
howmanysyllables
6, 10, 7
Categories:
limbered, character, imagery, nature, tree,
Form: Kimo
Blue collared of the swindled lot, cannot resent just brace
Credibility so easily slapped for rough hide when pieces put into place
Daybreak compels list of chores into focus
Semblance to rain faberge for owners of circus
Stolid apparell for hauling load, a sanctioned acrostic of strength
Entered by destiny but no exit even if they desire from this labyrinth
Justice a joke in fractal trigonometry
Law a limbered warble for rich but austere for those in poverty
Dusk time in regailing assortment of means to satiate hunger pangs
Overlooking the shoulders, for the voted cult may suck scraps over tax returns
Samiha's serpentine gaze keeps vigil for mendacious ritual by rich perennially every May
Sustainance on others ration will ensnare them in a time warp of condemn and ruin someday
Categories:
limbered, anger, deep, poverty, power,
Form: Rhyme
A sojourn in the sleep,
Led me to the valley deep,
I passed through forest thick,
And high hills and crests,
Along with a saintly guide whom I never knew.
I was led to the front of a cave,
With a huge arched entrance,
It seemed a long dark channel
Connecting to the other zone.
I saw men of massive size,
Entering into and pouring out;
They resembled chimpanzees more than the human figures.
All dressless, and moved with uncovered limbs,
With no sense of shame or disgrace.
Then I saw descending from the steps,
Men and women, all naked,
With cargoes upon their backs.
The loads were not of timber but of logs of men,
Bundled in bundles,
With no eyes, no noses and no ears;
And without extremities.
They were too abominable to see,
Their sable shaved boneless bodies
Limbered as they walked.
The weights were inseparable;
They dragged where they moved.
The saintly guide who brought me at the spot,
Whispered into my ears the secret,
“They are the sinners;
Pulling the loads of their willful wrongs,
And the chimpanzee-men,
Their attendants, employed to watch,
Lest they should have a rest.”
Categories:
limbered, fantasy, mystery, visionary, me,
Form: Didactic