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The sewing gnome was always home
sewing quilts for his friends and such
Someone said he had written a poem
It’s no big deal, he said, not much.
I wanted to read it and cajoled him.
He thought it was frivolous and sad.
I read it aloud to my husband Jim.
For a gnome, he said, it isn’t bad.
The sewing gnome was having fun on his machine
I dislike the colors, said my Auntie who is glum.
Don’t tell him that, it sounds kind of mean.
Okay, she said, but he doesn’t have to make me one.
He laughed when I told him we liked his poem.
I didn’t enjoy it, he admitted, it was a bet.
When we got home my husband called ….
told him he should post it on the internet.
The sewing gnome thought this was funny.
I’m too busy, I’ve decided to raise bees and stuff.
Like what? A skunk, a deer, a wasp and a bunny.
and today I am fixing my uncle’s favorite coat cuff.
Jesus Christ shall restore that which was lost and was take
Away from me. He shall restore my inspirational gift of
Poetry! Which He has freely bestowed upon me!
Jesus Christ shall never leave nor forsake me!
No He shall never abandon me!
Thus all of my poetry is being copied by heavenly angels!
These heavenly recording angels are God's very own
Heavenly scribes! Jesus Christ will wipe all of my
Tear drops from my eyes! No more tears of heart ache
Shall I cry! When I am in my heavenly promise land!
All of my heart breaks and all of my pain shall be
Forever taken far far far away from me! All of
My sins and all of my inequities shall be forever
Taken far far far away from me! Never to be
Remembered any more!
And I shall dwell in the House of the Lord
Forever! He shall be my God and I will be
His beloved and faithful daughter and child!
What wonderful blessings are in store for me!
All because of the Son of Man from Galilee!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
September 05, 2021
The world has always felt so ineffably massive
As a child I was scared to grow up; to live
I thought about meaningless existence and absurd hypotheticals way beyond my age
From that childlike wonder I learned to cry silently
In two days, however, I will turn 16 years old
But I have always thought that I would’ve died a year ago
No one ever knew, I made sure they didn’t
But this past year I forced myself into things I can’t do in the ground
I have learned to soar far above my fleeting grave
For my “suicide 16” will be no more
I used my voice and met amazing people
I have cried tears of joy from laughing too loud
I’ve been fighting the urge to starve myself
This “suicide 16” will not take me
So long as I take that first step into freedom,
The world won’t be as scary
For now, I choose to challenge the everyday
I have proved I am capable of being human
As cowardice and determination are seen as weakness,
They aren’t weak, they are human.
Humanly real unlike my premature grave
Back in school, it seemed time was at a standstill. In hindsight, it seemed
like a hell we needed to to go through and survive as best we could so as to earn our freedom.
Back then, I wish someone had showed me a jar of marbles ~ one marble
for every year of my life. Let's say even just 60, and pick out 4 or 5
that represent those highschool years ~ look at all the marbles left :
THAT's your life, the few in your hand are just some kind of twisted test…
courage and patience
bridging to the other side
freedom lies ahead
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 18, 2025 to contest 'YOUR CHOICE i' sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 10TH
Green snail discovered the tiny robot lost in the grass.
The only other who had spoken was a deep water bass.
Hop on, and I will take you to your people snail told him.
The robot was shy, but decided to do it on a little whim.
The robot was glad for a ride that never seemed to be over.
At this rate how long would it be to get back to Planet Dover?
Feeling less lonely and afraid, robot did wish snail was faster.
I don’t know where Dover is, snail admitted. Want to see the master?
The master was an owl who said he could get him as high as a tree.
Where robot sat for centuries, waiting for his alien space ship to see…
But they did not come, and he wished he was back with the green snail.
He did not like this earth where people only came outside for the mail.
Blossom Monyei is a poet, potentially from Liberia, as indicated by references to the Liberia Poetry Association and poems published within Facebook groups for spoken word and poetry according to All Poetry and Facebook groups. he has written poems like "Faded", "The Distance Peaks of love", and "Unshaken". One of his poems, "Sin," is available on All Poetry according to All Poetry.
Here's what is known about his work based on the provided search results:
"Faded": A poem that explores themes of value and loneliness, particularly in the context of success.
"The Distance Peaks of love": A poem that depicts a love interest separated by a great distance.
"Sin": A poem that reflects on struggles with faith and temptation.
"Unshaken": Another poem by Blossom Monyei, suggesting a theme of resilience.
"Liberia Poetry Association": The phrase "Liberia Poetry Association" appears in the context of the poem "Sin," indicating a possible connection to the Liberian literary community.
"Blossom Monyei - poet at allpoetry"
Written ~ December
two thousand seventeen
in case ye dear reader possess
an eye extremely keen
nonetheless just by happenstance
courtesy this human bean
counter, who also happens
tubby garden variety alien.
Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style
breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired
per millennia athwart
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)
two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated
veritable pantheon of pagan rituals
and quirky superstitions lit
(akin to a lit Christmas tree)
starry eyed imagination
as catalyst viz *****Sapiens
furrowed stern brow of forehead
aft stemmed whilst Santa oft puzzling
(allocating suitable gifts)
inducing him to tug thought generating beard
pondering, whence agents provocateurs
receive just desserts
fueled hodge podge, mish mashed, helter skelter
eclectic December twenty fifth
encompassing tens of thousands previous generations
bred despacito fixtures via paganism,
Manichaeism, Jainism, et cetera
ancient brutish credos, ethos, faiths
brewed nebulous concoction
within mindset of early mankind
loose confection, confederation, conglomeration
indiscriminately torquing, vetting, whetting
disparate constituent beliefs
contagion wrought spirit paradigm
inculcating oral tradition Madonna and child
occupying high chair
whereat superstitions birthed patchwork
comprising divergent ensemble heralding
I am a small lantern
in a vast, breathing dark~
a pulse of light
that remembers itself
only when the night
leans close enough
to ask.
I feel the world
in flickers~
the hush of grass bending,
the cool brush of dusk
against my wings,
the way shadows soften
when I rise.
My glow is not constant.
It is a pulse,
a question,
a brief confession
to the sky.
I shine
because something inside me
refuses to stay hidden.
I drift between branches,
a wandering ember,
watching humans
mistake me for magic
when really
I am only trying
to be seen.
The night carries me~
a cradle of crickets,
a chorus of quiet things
that know how to listen.
In their company,
my small light
feels enough.
And when I land
on a child’s open hand,
I feel wonder
rise like warm air~
a soft recognition
that even the smallest spark
can change the shape
of darkness.
I glow
because it is my nature.
I glow
because the world
is gentler
when something shines.
I glow
because for one brief moment
I can show you
how even a tiny life
can light its own way.
I could barely sit through the rest of the meal,
could not wait to get home, and pull out my find.
You see I had seen his gill slits as he dashed under the creole
It was a dwarf lanternshark, a particular favorite of mine.
The date was not going all that well anyway,
There would be no follow up calls to this man with a bray.
My attention was now on my soup, and the replaceable teeth
of this darling little lanternshark, that I saw diving down deep.
I stopped moving my spoon, and took the rest of my meal to go,
could barely wait to get out, away from this blow hard I did not know
I had never before found a lantern shark in my soup.
I stopped on the way home to buy him a lantern sharp coup.
Written 12-17-2018 Contest: Shark in The Soup Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Oh! His banner over me is love.
Jesus Christ is the one I am
Singing of. He is the only one
I worship and adore. What
Wondrous blessings are in store.
Oh! His banner over me is love.
He is the one I write Psalms of
Praise, Goodness, Mercy, and Love to!
Jesus is my hope and I trust in him.
Oh! His banner over me is love.
He hides and protects me under
The shelter of his wings. My heart
Does rejoice and my spirit does sing!
Oh! His banner over me is love.
He hides me under the cleft of
The rocks. And upholds me by
His mighty hand.
Oh! His banner over me is love.
His banner is being unfurled
Throughout all the kingdoms and
Nations of the entire world.
His banner over me is love.
His banner is being unfurled for
Every man, woman, boy and girl.
Throughout all of the entire earth.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 20, 2020