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A soft bed, a good book, a big brother
Listening to stories that sweeten dreams
Expressively read to us by Mother
A fishing pole, bobber, and muddy streams
Catching grasshoppers and earthworms for bait
Walking with Father by lantern light beams
A cousin, a friend, a fun playtime date
Catching horny toads for spending money
Buying balloons – a few coppers bought eight
A peanut farm, a beehive, sweet honey
Eggs fresh from the nest, chicken off the block
Life much simpler then, it all seems sunny
Today I slow down, reminisce, take stock
How sweet my childhood, how fast-paced the clock
vivacious roses pose
in air
oxygen free from the stem
arising like balloons
resurrection of rosies
blushing brides at peak
before their spoiling
before their mistreat
their passionate gowns sweet
wormy stems
await greening apples
Eden’s eschew
the ladies wave bye-bye
preferring the troposphere
fear of flying
ain’t there
angels, palms up,
invite their climb
up golden stairs
heaven is a lighthouse
waves crash on dry and crusty land
petals fall like rain
dowry to the grooms
wives look nothing like the brides
kites tied to home soil
desperate for heaven
a few grooms
smooth
the bed
water the roots
the rose thrives
2/24/2021
*Salvidor Dali’s Bleeding Roses
I wrote my dad a poem, one year.
Thought he was clearing his voice.
He was choked up with tears,
something I never expected.
Mom died.
Those tears became a torrent.
Endearment.
His story is written,
not on fancy paper
but in martini glasses,
cheers,
in the blanket,
on the love seat,
at the table with the blinds -
mom saw only once
before cancer
sent her to the place of no return.
I brought balloons.
The giant one said Happy Father’s Day.
Accompanying those
three pink and one blue -
representative of the love
that surrounds him.
we’ve got you, dad.
you’re not alone.
your children have you.
…and dad,
you both were great parents.
Santa Clause has a more heroic deed and story,
Which everyone might have missed to hear and see;
He has been on service for a decade or yore,
He's a wizened Santa and he cannot walk anymore.
His reindeer are nowhere to be found,
They went to breed, he keeps looking for them around;
He has cataracts, so he cannot see them,
He was operated…now, he has spectacles with thick lens.
He is worried that his gifts will not be given on time,
So, he sits hurriedly on his wheelchair drawn by snowman,
But snowman keeps rolling while dragging him on the ground,
He wishes that someone will pass by to get them quickly in town.
Santa Clause has a brilliant idea on his mind,
He remembers some balloons for children on his chair, behind;
He blows them and takes some helium for snowman’s body,
Now, you can hear them both saying “ho ho ho”-- flying happily.
Christmas to New Year, you can still see him hovering on air,
He is busy dropping gifts for adults and children so dear;
Everyone is running gladly to receive the gifts while singing,
"Oh Santa, you got the whole year the spirits of the three kings."
January 3, 2014 9.10pm
Fifth Place
Contest: Santa Claus
Judged: 1/3/14
Sponsor: Poet Debbie Guzzi
Honorable Mention
Contest: What's Up With Santa
Judged: 12/18/2014
Sponsor: Poet Jerry T. Curtis
Under the inky façade of the night sky,
With reluctant steps, I joined the stream of men
Flowing to the place of the great celebration.
A huge crowd was already there in the temple premises.
Its vicinity was bursting with colour and flashing lights.
The young and the old, clad in festal attire,
With fire in their hearts and festive sheen in their eyes
Thronged, not driven by piety, but mostly to enjoy the fanfare.
Festoons decorated the trees that lined the compound.
Colourful lamps were blinking everywhere
Sacred bells kept chiming intermittent
At the auspicious hour, as devotional songs rent the air,
The chief deity was brought out of the shrine
And was placed on the caparisoned elephant,
Accompanied by pulsating percussion ensemble.
The devotees cheered witnessing the majestic entourage.
Within them, the fervid spring of joy swelled.
Colourful umbrellas were unfurled,
Drawing synchronized patterns in the air.
An army of hawkers had already set up shops.
Each made it a time to earn some bucks,
Selling knick-knacks and goodies- from ice creams
To popcorn and colourful balloons, to tempt children
The young ones ran around licking cotton candies.
Some enjoyed blowing up soap bubbles,
With iridescent orbs landing softly on their hair and dress.
Under the glare and noise, the heat and sweat,
Amid the tumultuous beat of trumpets,
And the rhythmic sounding of cymbals,
The crowd swayed in psychedelic lassitude.
I was just a mute witness to the whole hullabaloo.
Amid the faceless crowd, I stood aloof, so aloof,
With an abysmal loneliness gnawing me from inside.
I had hoped the carnival would help me forget the past
And drown my scalding pain, but sad memories,
Followed me close to my heels like a mangy mongrel.
Deep down, how I wished I was part of the revelry!
Waiting under the half-light
of flickering street lamps
where shadows twist
whispers beneath the weight of damp air
the city breathes in muted sighs
a symphony of distant sirens
the steady thrum of footsteps
that never pauses for a second glance.
Glass towers loom like sentinels
their mirrored skin reflecting dreams
that scatter like autumn leaves
in a wind that knows no direction
each face blurred into anonymity
eyes turned to screens
lost in a rhythm only they can hear.
I stand wrapped in a cocoon of silence
a lone note in a crowded song
watching couples trace
the curve of the sidewalk
their laughter mingling
the ghosts of my thoughts
each smiles a stab of neon light
against the dusk
where heartbeats echo
in empty spaces
the taste of solitude thickens like fog.
Puddles gather stories
fragments of conversation slip through
drifting on the surface
bobbing like paper balloons
waiting for a tide that never comes
each ripple a reminder, connection
the truth, the pulse of the crowd
I am an island, a silhouette against the chaos
holding tight to the frayed edges
memory I can’t quite touch.
Beneath the bridge
a river swallows its secrets
I stand here anchored
the weight of my thoughts
gazing into the half-light
hope flickers like a faulty bulb
the city, in all its grandeur
remains just out of reach
a beautiful, cruel illusion
I am but a whisper
lost in the roar of everything
Nothing at all at once!
ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE
Atmospheric pressure’s training school
Anonymous board, equipped with fine tool
Teaches silently to everyone who under it sit
To handle pressure and still stay calm with it!
The massive ships bear it through the journey
The caulker, to make ships bear it, makes them sturdy
The little boy on the beach happily flies his kite
The balloons are zealous to make their flight
It gets low to create depressions
To manifest as cyclonic expressions
A robust training to tackle the uncertain
To stay strong and prepared with safety curtain!
When the barometer reads its level high
Weather is calm with a clear sky!
A message sent here is to stay clear of mind
When Situations are stressed and things unkind!
It turns its charming wand to bring rainy shower
And moisten the earth to clad it in verdant cover
In weather and climate changes, it has its major clout
To sustain every life here ,its role is immense no doubt
On Olives, Otters, Owls, birches
On Horses, Humans, Hoopoes on Perches
It acts on all evenly under the Sun
A lesson to stay impartial and just sparing none!
FOR CONTEST:ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE
SPONSORED BY: SHADOW HAMILTON
Written on: 4th September 2017
A huge yellow moon is glimmering, and a chill wind's in ghostly trees.
This night was made for magic, so we'll get dressed in our very best!
Sable black lipstick for me, and a smoky gray for my brooding eyes,
And lovely rosy red makeup for you, crowned by a silky, orange wig.
The obsidian night is still very young, and we will be gone for hours,
Like juicy fruit patiently ripening, in locations of sunshine and green.
My sleek, midnight black dress, and matching pointy hat, will be a hit,
And your red nose and bright polka dots, will be the height of fashion!
Crows are cawing, the cats are screeching, and bats are flying north-
The luxurious party is waiting, and will be filled with the best dressed.
So, I'll take my stylish broom, and you your pretty, brilliant balloons,
It's just a short walk through dark woods, before we knock them dead!
Written on 9/4/2022
For: Fall Flavors Poetry Contest
Theme: Dressing up for Halloween
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
The sun melts the milky way
Sending balloons shaped
Like electric eels
While dinosaurs cry rivers
That flow through the eyes and ears
Of every living insult
Filling sanctuaries
For smiling souls
Frozen in laughter
As false god's of mercy
Tremble in canyons
Shimmering with gold
The days are upon us
When all shall see
Reflections of our past
Chasing echo's from
Bellowing
Planets
Shattering
Our existence
09/22/23
5:45 am
(For Her Birthday last January 8, 2014)
N-ice and loving poet friend’s birthday is finally here,
E-ntering another year of her life, I loudly cheer!
T-his simple poem of mine may bring sweetest thoughts and prayer,
T-hat her life may be blessed abundantly today and forever.
E-very single day, may all things in her life make her a lot perkier.
O-n this day, 8th of Jan. 2014 is her very special day,
N-o matter how busy we are, may we give her big hugs and kisses today;
C-akes, roses, balloons and birthday serenades are now on their way,
L-oving thoughts of this poem may also make her happy.
A-sking God to give her the best of health,
U-nderlying are fulfillments of her dreams and wealth,
D-ropping now to our dear celebrity these gifts wrapped in golden sheets.
Jan. 11, 2014 2.10 p.m.
I’m so sorry if this birthday greetings to u comes only now my very dear friend Nette because I didn’t have time again this week due to our 2-days Sports Day, Thurs. & Fri. (It’s one of our biggest events. After school, I’m already knocked down on bed;) HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Biggest hugs! Wishing you all the best. hope it’s not too late.