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Three Year Old….thinking
that potty training thing was over rated
and that “big boy” thing - quite overstated
now I can pee on the ants
thank goodness for my “big boy” pants
my feet are cold
I miss my “footies”
my “wuzzie” – mom had to boil it
just cuz I washed it – in the toilet
tried the cat’s food this morning
now I know why he licks himself
I’m kinda like a sunbeam
I can’t sit still
dressed myself this morning
who knew – colors clashed!!
wonder what the cat would look like
with a new hair cut
I wonder what it is I’ve done
when mom says “Dad, go get your son!”
why can’t you guys leave me alone
and let me enjoy my ice cream cone
got hold of the remote last night
they’ll never find it
I like bugs – mom doesn’t
thought it was funny – it wasn’t
6/22/2017
Submitted to – Three year olds thoughts – Poetry Contest
I once lived the life of a high flying, rich financier,
Walking the streets full of lights.
Everything was my oyster, I existed on loft,
Dancing the dance of great heights.
My wife was my trophy, beautiful house and hot car,
My kid a great footballing teenage.
We all appeared perfect to everyone else,
But behind walls was a family rage.
I secretly detested my wife’s shallow, her needs and wants,
And she hated my bodily yearns and desire.
And my kid would self-harm, to feel anything,
He’d burn the skin on his arm with a fire.
Then the stock market crash, my wife remarried more wealth,
My kid ran away with his gay college friend.
And I sleep here each night, with a cardboard walled house,
Homeless, in the rain, on the west end.
For the seekers contest on being homeless
When the blood- red of moon acts as a backdrop,
In your arms I begin to feel this night’s potion
Beguiling hours as we sway to the beat;
Our flesh clings near, nearer with night’s alchemy…
So let us dance on a field where Jack lanterns dim
Where stars circle around the ebon night sky,
Awakening rabid thrills of a ghostly trance.
With my velvet frock, O tango me caress me
Till the pinch into love’s rite sparks a witching moan,
A cauldron of incantation heating in whirled bliss…
And while the city screeches from October’s devilry,
Just dance me right, we’ll play old raven’s quick flight
Before moon’s credo turns us into iced zombies,
A sorcerous twirl we must replay next Hallows Eve.
10.19.2016
Theme: Love
Galeo DS’ Contest : May I Dance With You
Donkey Neigh flaunted his family, hence Sis, the cat, purred,
"My male ancestors are viewed very well in the Good Book."
Whereupon, Sis drives the point home, "I'll wager you’ve NOT heard,
we cats proudly hail from the Lion of Judah, you schnook!"
"My male ancestors are viewed very well in the Good Book,
we donkeys bore His mother, Mary, to Bethlehem town.”
"We cats proudly hail from the Lion of Judah, you schnook!"
Neigh crows, "Jesus rode grandpa wearing Jerusalem’s crown,
we donkeys bore His mother, Mary, to Bethlehem town.”
Cat nuzzles up to donkey. She chides, "Enough bragging, Neigh.”
Neigh crows, "Jesus rode grandpa wearing Jerusalem’s crown
while those conniving humans planned His fate along the way."
Cat nuzzles up to donkey. She chides, "Enough bragging, Neigh!"
Whereupon, Sis drives the point home, "I'll wager you’ve NOT heard,
while those conniving humans planned his fate along the way,
Donkey Neigh flaunted his family.” Hence, Sis, the cat, purred.
April 11, 2020
Gif #2
contest: Pantoum Rhyme Personification
sponsor: Eve Roper
I only tell of Sunny hours...
I have a quiet routine on cloudy days,
I tighten up and bide with Time, inside,
Sip tea and wait until the clouds that hide
Are blown off into infinity; bright rays
Then show the shadow’s tell upon my dial.
I have, oft, bid Time stop, for Love’s sweet sake...
He says he cannot do it, but for a while
He slows it... thus Lovers their sweet while take
And, secret, bask beneath a welcome Sun...
And loll and take a nap upon the grass...
Meanwhile, I raise my mighty fist of brass
And shout the time (quietly) ‘til day is done.
O! Once a month, I bless the faithful moon,
Who lights the time, while fairies play their tune.
Written On: 2/4/2019
Submitted For: Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
What does autumn sunshine gloriously reveal?
When the sun sets too swiftly in the west keel
When a breeze said, "Sweetheart, I admire you."
Now moan the dying chords of the gloomy view?
The cold that begets each blurred leaf moans,
It clangs inside the veins and blisters the bones.
I loathe the mellowed tones of the clock thrum,
The hallway of time strikes a brilliant hoodlum.
I'm ridden that the fig's fallen leaves can't be undone,
I queried, yet has been unfit to mend the core bone.
Those dreary addenda appear to float on the vein,
And reflect my adamant dismay to me within.
He was fraught before dying startlingly,
A load of the burden of debt is crushing loosely.
Then, he learned a lot from this position,
Judge people who have plaid in fiscal coercion.
Hide behind the fig leaf, in the shadow,
Hide behind it your heart's calm to follow.
Never trust that fig leaf; it has a bark
Snack and taste from my oozy limp mark.
It's the fabled stint to delve into the spurts of life,
Lacking a fig leaf, you might swap bare in strife.
None left after the last leaf fell on the ground,
Also, each one saw it clearly, but no sound.
Written: March 28, 2022
1ST Place Contest Winner
This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
the all-consuming dread
beneath a veneer
of equanimity,
impenetrable
by eyes of keen observers.
by all appearances,
all is copacetic,
but under his smiling mask,
unmitigated disarray.
a cauldron of caged anguish
simmer
without boiling over.
his screams of helplessness,
muffled;
registering below
a whisper.
he's at his wit's end;
a beast of burden
with his world of troubles
sagging d
o
w
n his shoulders.
a victim of circumstances
beyond his control,
yet treats his helplessness
with utter indifference.
heaven only knows...
why.
You Select Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 01/21/2023
With a glance, look out
the window, at the
radiance of snow
dance in the cold wind.
Drawing a deep breath,
the tears flow freely,
finding love once more,
is impossible.
I had slammed the door
shut to everyone.
I grieved deeply for
your loss and our love.
After the last few
years enduring loss
and heartache, I find
no peace in slumber.
I lie in bed each
night and imagine
lying in your arms.
Reaching over to
my journal once more,
open and flipping
to the last entry.
I pause to think of
what is in my heart.
I write to remind
me of you, the path
our deep love had forged.
Getting easier
to face each sunrise.
4/13/2021
Poetry Contest: Anacreontic Verse
Sponsored by: Silent One
30 lines
5 syllables per line
Checked on www.howmanysyllables.com
Storm blows wild wind from horizon’s dark recess,
my old sailing boat in the turbulent sea tosses.
Fear says it will sink, I don’t believe, he is a liar.
The new sun will rise, the sea will wear calm attire.
Rain water rushes in the land from sky’s dark face,
my frail house struggles to stand in its place.
Fear says it will fall, I don’t believe, he is a liar.
The rains will stop, water won’t ruin my abode of desire.
Mutated minds threaten to cause menace feral,
frighten to throw me in the vortex of noxious peril.
Fear says I will be wrecked, I don’t believe, he is a liar.
I have reliance on human righteousness as pacifier.
Disabling disease strikes the painful mortal blow,
my body is scared feeling its vulnerability isn’t low.
Fear says I will meet my end, I don’t believe, he is a liar.
I have devout faith in God, He’ll save me from distress dire.
In times of depression the journey’s end seems near,
the light at the end of the dark tunnel is not clear.
Fear says I won’t see it ever, I don’t believe, he is a liar.
Abiding hope will kindle the candle of happiness I’ll acquire.
________________
January 22, 2023
Contest : Fear Is Liar
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
SHE NOW LAY NAKED
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
Most elegantly, she danced from bottom to top
Pedals of roses Isled the hand scraped, oak wood floor that leads to his room
A hand woven, fringed carpet, with golden stair rods formed the way
Crystals from a hanging chandelier, rain bowed the doorway
She entered, full with the desire for love
She lustfully unbuttons her gown and slips out of her heels
His room windowed, with his bed beneath a canopy on his balcony
From here the city churches pierced the mist
Above the mist, two doves coo-cooing on a high wire
A row of lit lampposts lead to his king-size abode
Molded from clay, lion statues facing welcoming guests
The entry to his mansion, a replica of a Byzantine church door covered in vine
In the corner of his guest room, the harpist plays "Creatures of Prometheus"
Half beneath the satin sheets, she now lay naked
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square
1, 9, 16 upgrade Version Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
Line 1 The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
Line 9 From here the city churches pierced the mist
Line 16 He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square
5/9/18