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We chant bubble gum bubble gum
As our jump rope hits the pavement.
Our time has come
Jerome
To join the tournament.
We chant bubble gum Bubble gum
Our session will be done in the gymnasium.
This will be a group accomplishment.
Our time has come.
I know this seems to some like we aren't
Adventuresome,
But think about the people who will register
Astonishment.
We chant bubble gum Bubble gum
We have the fanciest foot dance to bring
About a trophy of gold or platinum.
Believe me our time was well spent.
Our time has come
Whether we win or lose our names will be
Placed in the auditorium and jumping rope
Will be added to the P.E. curriculum.
Thank you one and all for we are the recipient
Of a gold trophy which shows our group was
Magnificent.
We chant bubble gum bubble gum
Our time has come.
As I am heading into my “later years,”
Something amazes me.
It’s still me!
Gone is the fresh glow of youth,
The innocence and uncertainty.
It was replace with experience, wisdom,
Knowledge and kindness.
As I look into the mirror, I smile.
I like this “older Me.”
True, sometimes I scare myself
As I glance at the face reflected.
Eeks, who is this old woman?
With lines, and double chin?
But- it’s still me.
Now, I realize that everyone feels
The same way.
The young, adventuresome, trusting,
Energetic Me is still in here,
And always will be.
My hair may all turn white,
My step may slow down.
Yet, the true Me still
Wants to dance, run and jump.
I now discover more,
Find more joy in every day,
That nervous rush of my youth is gone,
But I like the Trade!
It’s still Me!
Life sent us on different paths
Miles and more between us
Different circles different worlds
With time we grew apart
Life experiences incompatible
We simply no longer can relate
Less than nothing left to talk about
Yet I can’t help think back to childhood
When brother and sister we’d hang out
we’d sit and overlook the world
Dreaming up adventuresome escapades
We had so much more in common
Our love for running free
What else could possibly matter
When connecting at our inner core
At times I miss you so that I would ache
Like now when I’m on vacation
Feeling like I’m in a paradise
And there’s so much to explore
I wish so that you were here
AP: 1st place 2020
Genius is unique,
all our own,
shared by no others.
It is bold, innovative, risk-taking, brain-playing, and no one gets it yet.
Except the one who has been bestowed this particular genius
And maybe a very few others.
v e r y f e w ...
(possibly no others)
Do not share it yet.
Do not take a risk of letting your smart brain hear the naysayers.
Be adventuresome, confident, un-swayed,
free to do what you know you can do.
They said it cannot be done.
But you know it can, so go for it.
Genius, misunderstood, and rarely revered
until the innovation station is dead.
Flower of desert
resplendent at dawn
withered at sunset
firework splendor
brightening heart
few instants
vanishing
like dew drops
are possessions
rags shed
at the gate
only covering
love hope and faith.
love being the greatest
mirroring a child's heart
carefree, adventuresome
full of fun and laughter
a jump
into arms of waiting parent
trusting is being loved
and happy to love back
but parents
in whose arms do they jump
trusting will be provided
with festive bread and wine?
Parent of all parents
to Whom belongs the past
in whose hands
the future rests
known to give the best
for happiness and health
seeds to plant and harvest
life to life restart
body of beauty and strength
to follow His sweet commands
with Sundays resting stops
to pray and reflect
on how one missed a sign
and switch on reverse
to get back on path
and reach the finish line
Paradise of playful
joyful rest
and who in truth can doubt
looking at the Crucified
His eternal love for us
His children for whom He died?
A Brian Strand Premier Contest No 1198
Your goodliness and Godliness parades around in my head
and makes me scoff.
I used to be that way too but the devil came by with her enticing ways.
She had such a convincing spiel, I followed her gladly.
Understanding now that the sinner part of me is more fun than not.
Do you want to be stagnant? Stale? Left in the dirt?
An old maid or worse?
Your prissy ways and persnickety attitude
is going to cause you to petrify.
You will never experience the little death if you remain on this track.
Come play with me, hear the pipes? Frolic and dance; the time is ripe.
You deserve to live; eat from the fatted calf, drink some red wine.
Stop standing in the mirror of others, nurture your wanton side.
Lust and love, that’s all there is baby, and money and greed.
Let yourself have a taste of the life you crave, the good life.
They who pressure you into purity are jealous of your youth.
They want you to become moldy, green, yesterday’s bread.
Do not waste your talents, your hunger is vast
You are voluptuous, adventuresome. Taste some life my friend!
Let me help you by leading the way.....
Three adventuresome triplets were challenging the forest of the fey
When the sky turned to night, and the regular colors turned away.
A psychedelic hue came upon everything they saw including them.
Neon purples and turquoises changed every mushroom leaf and limb.
There she is, said Weewee, the leader of the triplet three.
Indeed, she was, right in front of them, the Goddess Missy Mee.
In the form of a giant jellyfish, as promised by the prophecy.
It is as the soothsayer told us, said Weewee’s sister Twee.
Their brother Bart was terrified, he hid his eyes under his cloak.
They were overcome with snickering from an overbearing oak.
It’s not nice to make fun of people, Weewee said to the tree.
I was laughing at something else he said, “Please excuse me.”
Goddess Missy Mee gave them some ideas, put them into their head.
Let them wander around, thinking about them, before they went to bed.
Utilized these ideas when they grew up, converted others thoughts too.
Many journeyed out here to see Missy Mee, I was one of ninety-two.
"To love at all is to be vulnerable" ~ C.S. Lewis
You may think that "The One that Got Away",
is a yarn of coincidence and fate,
but that there are reasons for what happens -
in the story that I relate.
I count four girlfriends, along with two wives,
and that is just a start.
There are those I obsessed and longed for -
tales that would wrench your heart,
but I'm going to take a step back
and take a closer look.
It's not bad luck I'm dealing with,
that has me hanging from this hook.
I've always chosen the best of friends,
but I didn't roll the dice.
Yet, the cause of my checkered love life
could be my honing device.
What do I think might be the problem?
It's "fear" I will assert.
By picking partners of unequal investment,
I subconsciously avoid getting hurt.
If I'm in possession of the upper hand,
I'll be in the clear.
If it's the other way, I can see it coming,
and I don't have to shed a tear.
There have been good opportunities -
good women, I've passed by.
When lucky enough to encounter them,
I didn't even try.
As my example for this exercise,
Arleen is the one I'll choose.
I was her friend back in the dorms.
If I tried for her, it would hurt to lose.
She was a pre-law student, so intelligent,
pretty as can be.
All the guys on our coed floor liked her,
but I think she liked me -
in fact, a friend told me just that,
but I did not act.
Instead, I chased the silliest of women,
That's the simple fact.
Arleen was kind and approachable,
with merits by the trayful,
she was disciplined, yet adventuresome,
and had a sense of humor, playful.
I took her to a revival movie,
Rebel without a Cause,
She wanted to go up to my room,
I declined! I ask myself, "because...?"
Because I was a stupid idiot.
You might have a better word.
Now, isn't that the saddest story
that you have ever heard?
adventuresome kitty cat
materializes at other edge of my driveway
brave to venture in this dog-infested yard
mostly white with caramel face and tail
she stops and stares
startled I am there
because I am silent
I make no moves
the pony dogs are no where in sight
God must be on this creatures side
neither shows up
I know they are out here somewhere
do they not smell or sense this interloper?
she prances up the hill toward the street
I imagine the dogs will give chase
Seconds later they chase each other back to me
from the other side of the house
that cat must have some powerful guardian angels
She was half asleep in the auditorium
Finding this new year’s curriculum
Dreadfully burdensome and cumbersome
So altogether utterly drearisome
When all of a sudden she heard beating of a drum
And started feeling audaciously adventuresome
With an incredible urge to visit an aquarium
Or race a shopping cart through an emporium
Or follow Hansel and Gretel’s every crumb
Either way her head was filled with wild delirium
With compulsions not meant to overcome
And hankerings to live life to the maximum
Elude deplorable feelings grum or glum
By keeping cheerful and upbeat consortium
Dance through gardens of chrysanthemum
Or plant fields brimful of sublime red geranium
My heart and soul seeking invigorating equilibrium
Embrace passion in its premium platinum sensorium
AP: Honorable Mention 2020