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The Perfume Bottle Poetry Contest Entry
The Perfume Bottle
Lalique. Baccarat. Dior.
Crystal. Glass. Or something more.
Objets d'art in any tongue,
Be they old or be they young.
The bottle is not all, not so,
What it holds sets hearts aglow,
And rouses passion in one’s breast
Does it matter how scent is dressed?
To be sure it does my friend,
Without the bottle how would it end?
Drained upon the parlor floor,
Never to enhance amour.
What a waste that would be,
I think on this we can agree,
With the bottle there is no alarm,
Plus, it lends its own true charm.
Luxurious design in practicality,
That’s the perfume bottle to me.
So celebrate perfume’s sweet scent,
But it’s only the bottle’s… content.
The morning alarm is a sharp, sudden crack,
And the weight of the world settles right on your back.
The coffee is cold and the traffic is still,
And you’re climbing a mountain that felt like a hill.
The deadlines are breathing right down on your neck,
And the plans that you made are a beautiful wreck.
It’s easy to focus on what’s gone awry,
Watching the gray as it swallows the sky.
But life isn’t found in the absence of rain,
Or the clearing of schedules and ending of pain.
It’s found in the steam from a chipped ceramic cup,
And the stubborn resolve that keeps looking up.
It’s the song on the radio, loud and off-key,
That sets a small part of your spirit quite free.
It’s the stranger who nods with a smile in the hall,
Reminding us all we’re not actually small.
When the sink starts to leak and the bills start to pile,
You still have the right to a rebellious smile.
For joy isn't something we save for the end,
Or a fragile resource we’re afraid to misspend.
It’s a spark in the chaos, a light in the dust,
A choice we renew with a quiet, fierce trust.
Though the engine is stalling and wheels might be stuck,
You are more than your stress or a run of bad luck.
Take a breath that is deep, let the oxygen bloom,
In the middle of noise, find a pocket of room.
The sun doesn't wait for the clouds to depart,
It burns with a fire that starts in the heart.
So laugh when it's messy and dance when it’s loud,
Find the silver that’s lining the heaviest cloud.
For the "way" that life gets in is life itself, too,
A wild, tangled garden that’s waiting for you.
Don’t wait for the quiet, don’t wait for the peace,
Or the day when the chores and the batteries cease.
The magic is hidden in tangles and grit,
In the messy, loud moments—don’t miss out on it.
Though the clock is a tyrant and days are a blur,
Hold on to the beauty, however obscure.
For even when life seems to get in the way,
You are living the gold of a brand-new today.
Kamala Harris controlled the stage
You could see her opponent’s rage
Vice President Harris words were stuff like bullet proof bracelets
She was Wonder Woman being Kamala Harris wonder
While her Villain could only ponder
Wonder Woman Harris full of words and answers
The Villain didn’t have a chance
Yet he tried to prance
Wonder Woman Harris was strong
Her Villain couldn’t even get the words along
There was too many lies after lies
No surprise
The villain with the cannibal mind
Sublime
Answers to questions from the Villain didn’t make sense
Villain loss in his own past tense
Wonder Woman Harris had common sense
She possessed wit and charm
Her Villain set the dangerous warn and alarm
Wonder Woman Harris brought truth
Her Villain had no youth
It was clear that Wonder Woman Harris claimed victory
True Presidential candidate story.
Ether-bound,
into the blue
I’m flying
with his hand
clasped in mine.
Is this a dream?
Underneath us
earth is growing small.
But up and up -
wondrously we lift!
Above a mound
of clouds we drift.
A glorious haze
of stillness
envelops us -
sweet tranquility.
I turn to see
his eyes so tender -
mirroring mine.
Suddenly,
a sharp shrill sound
splits the silence
most profound.
The clouds vanish.
I lose his hand
as I reach toward
the alarm clock.
Sadly, yes,
it was but a dream.
April 13, 2021
For Silent One's Anacreontic Verse Poetry Contest
3-5 syllables per line, checked by Howmanysyllables.com
Oh-oh-oh, never refuse to eat delicious ice cream,
oh-oh-oh, it's giving up on each wonderful dream;
has anyone offered you anything?
Grab your guitar and start to sing!
No-no--no, don't do foolish things;
it may seem nothing to even wrongs!
No-no-no, pay little attention to winks:
they don't mean you'll conquer hearts!
Oh-oh-oh, never refuse to eat delicious ice cream;
oh-oh-oh, it's not a candy bar with less sugar,
life must be sweetened with delightful kisses:
kiss the first you find, don't sound the alarm
too soon, or you'll lose the only chance to own her...
if emotions get stronger, control your moves!
No-no-no, never allow deep feelings shape your ideas,
no-no-no, they'll change before you taste lips of betrayal;
oh-oh-oh, they'll take advantage of your naive foolishness,
oh-oh-oh, clutter your silly head with thoughts of April's fool!
A wizard can turn silver
into glimmering gold
and amaze us with his magic;
a fortuneteller reveals
what's sad and tragic
as days slowly unfold!
Never put your trust in them
to find Heaven and Hell,
even delusion won't offer a gem;
hear the sound of the loud bell!
Be held by arms stronger
than a castle's walls,
it's the escape of passionate lovers
when all crumbles around them;
didn't the gypsy see any hope
in their horoscope?
Didn't worry raise the alarm?
Everyone goes through times
of desperation,
they need deep meditation
to survive another
harsh conflict;
shouldn't all put up the fight?
Never put your trust them
to find Heaven and Hell,
even delusion won't offer a gem:
hear the loud sound of the bell!
What an unfree newspaper writes
According to a leading English newspaper
the alarm is the upcoming election
will labor be back in power
like that would be different from now
England (not Britain) is meddling in the war
in Ukraine, which is not of her concern
England, which had once been a colonial power
has a long tradition in military tradition
going to war against the reluctant masses
this since the cousin of Queen Victoria's cousin
was shot by the communists
and therefore crossing the red line
which is historical
England is a small, but the Nobel classes are a baggage
of arrogance, they won, we are told about
one the last war.
No, that England is a second-rate military
might they not help but think they are relevant
Great English writers were at odds
with the upper classes hanging on to violence
but habits die hard
the noble call to arms by the noble
represented by a dusty kingdom is still
there, it is a call that can't
be resisted, we are still a great nation
not for us to be Holland
Time goes fast time goes slow what is time
do we really know
It is said we have a lifetime for the things we want to do
But doing everything in lifetime is impossible to do
Stopping time would be great but this cannot be done
Just imagine turning back time wouldn't that be fun
Our lives are ruled by time in all that we do and say
From sunrise in the morning until sunset that ends the day
We are giving a time to be born and a time that we must die
We just have time to say hello before it's time for goodbye
Our life is really a clock with an alarm that makes death's call
So don't go wasting time because we have no time at all.
there are days when fresh air and calgon just can't take you away
there are times when you just have to take it all like a grown up
there are days when you wanna be big ole baby and just clench yourself to the covers
there are instances when you wanna use the alarm as your punching bag
in a dream, the last day of your last day has come to fruition
in a dream, the new beginning that you have prayed for endlessly is now a reality
in a dream, the lottery has rung the doorbell of your life and set you free
in a dream, you finally get that class A and plan your road trip out
then you wake up, and the same scenery drives you crazy again
then you wake up, and you remember that you need to ride to work starting today
then you wake up, and little riley has ballet class and little joseph is in a play
then you wake up, and you remember to give God Thanks and Praise for another day of life to do it all
Well I could write endlessly about Frankie my cute English bulldog,
But when it comes to being a good watchdog, she’s closer to a log.
I do however have a pet that notifies us if someone is approaching,
She has taken it upon herself to do this faithfully without any coaching.
Her name is Molly and she is a watch-bird, my fearless cockatiel,
She performs this amazing task with confidence and great zeal.
Her elegant grey head feathers stand tall signifying she’s alert,
She perches stoically on the frig, her notification ready to assert.
Living in the countryside, a security system is needed, or so I feel,
When people come to the house, Molly lets out the loudest squeal.
A different chirp for each family member, my daughter gets a loud burst,
My son on the other hand gets loud staccato chirps, they’re the worst.
Molly spends most of her time out of her cage when someone is at home,
She surveys the home flying from window to door, monitoring her zone,
Taking her job seriously, she bites if you try to stop or get in her way,
Molly has a job to do, she’s the security alarm, keeping burglars at bay.
So for a little bird seed, you too can get a watch bird that makes lots of noise.
Keep in mind, there are a few downfalls, there’s a lot of things she destroys.
Chewing windowsills, hiding jewelry and pooping where ever she may be,
A bit of a bitchy bird but what a set of lungs, a unique way to increase security.
Written by Lee Ramage
August 30, 2011
For Ryan Jackson’s Contest “Animals on my mind”