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(A COLLABORATION BY ROBERT JAMES LIGUORI AND NATASHA L SCRAGG)
It is in ponds, streams and rivers,
And also in lakes and oceans.
Sometimes it stands still,
But mostly it's in motion.
From the air, it will say hello,
From a dreary sky
Showering you with love.
No longer you'll be dry!
Nothing is more refreshing
Than a glass of this wonderful water;
Even without sugar, lemon, ice and bubbles,
For which you'd have to order.
Water slides or kayaking,
With water rolling over rocks.
Sometimes it's safe to engage,
Other times it's with feisty crocs!
The waves stir up emotion.
They impress us with their power,
Mighty, majestic and strong,
Their crash causes a foamy shower.
Water is also relaxing.
Think of that warm soak in the bath...
Water is used in playtime, for fun,
Squirting water at your friends - then you laugh!
Water is a force to be reckoned with -
Poetry in motion, as it were!
Its exotic reflection of the sky above,
One cannot help but stare!
Water can transform
Into solids and to gas...
Let's top up our water vessels.
To water, raise a glass!
Poetry has flowed in my veins since writing in school
and I wanted to share my love like a bath in the pool
I would pen on paper to express the love from my heart
by creating a beautiful rhyme to give to my sweetheart
I would think so deep inside to present the words I used
singing those lovely praises of beauty and not abused
by writing alone gave to me so much enjoyment and peace
encouraged to follow wisdom by my father who is now deceased
even though he is not alive within my soul I silently share the pain
I continue to express my deep emotions of life to seek my gain
I learned that in moments of turmoil I must look for the light
to fight with all challenges and stand for what is right
Today with the world of poets at my side chasing after my dream
I can create a new poem like a bubble flowing in the stream.
Two weeks we'd been droving; and the end was now in sight
In the distance was Dodge City, we'd be there before night
I was on the trail with other cowboys from the Double Circle Ranch
And we were looking forward to the saloon, the notorious Long Branch.
We reached the railhead with the longhorns , just before sundown
Me and the other cowboys were itching, ready to hit town
The buyers were there waiting, hands were shook the deal done.
We were aware there would be lowlifes, so we all packed a gun.
First a shave then a hot bath to wash off the layers of dust
Then buy some new clothes and long johns, the latter a must
We then headed for the saloon and were ready for some rye
After two weeks on the trail our throats were kinda dry.
We walked through the bat wing doors, there were the usual stares
The good time girls were beckoning us, to follow them upstairs
We all asked for some whisky and some ordered hot foods
Then the young bucks went upstairs; to satisfy their lustful moods.
Old Jethro our foreman, the next day rode into town
And spent the best part of two hours tracking us all down
Bleary eyed and throbbing heads, no spoken words were said
And thoughts of that long ride home filled us with dread.
At the stables in a side street our horses were stood ready
We paid the stable boy and mounted, we all felt quite unsteady
We'd ride for nigh on two weeks crossing the great Texas plain
Get home round up more Longhorns and do it all again.
Written 20th January 2021 .
For years and years
I lived the curse of all women
A woman’s work is never done
That is, never finished
The more work I did the more work showed up
The To Do list was never ending
If I made a dent in it
You couldn’t tell
It was multiple pages and still
I refused to forget a single item
I used to work my To Do list and hope
For some opening somewhere somehow someday
Where I would be able to read, take a candlelit bath
Go for a leisurely walk, paint, write poetry
It never happened
My ever growing To Do list
Had stopped even giving me the glimmer of hope
I was just that crazy hamster busy at her wheel
Till one day
I was late with a painting I had promised
I was pushed to the wall I had no choice
I just had to focus on my craft and not think of anything else
I went at it and focused and focused
It wasn’t easy but I eventually got it done
It was an awesome feeling to finally sign my name
And say it was D-O-N-E
But my celebration was more to me
About having won over time
Time who had always been so elusive
So demanding so full of orders and ultimatums
Seeming so rigid and inflexible
All of a sudden I had decided
I would ignore it
Along with my long list of To Do’s
And surprisingly life went on…
Nothing drastic happened
Nothing fell apart
Nothing exploded
I was actually stunned to tell you the truth
I had once learned about
The differences between Important and Urgent
But my power over it never really sunk in until then
Now I have a new life
Where my Important priorities are in front of me
Where I can reach the one or the other
And the dishes get done but not till I decide to take a break
I do my best to add less to my To Do list
And most of all, pace myself instead of
Trying to kill myself racing through it all
It may seem to you like a small paradigm shift
But to me, my life is turned inside out for the better
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 21, 2017 for contest THE POET'S OWN sponsored by GREG BARDER - RANKED 4TH
PS featured in 2021
With intention, I walk into the laundry room to get what was it now,
Let’s see, looking around ~ I know it will come to me somehow.
I’ll resolve this, so back to the kitchen, I carefully retrace my path,
It strikes me, I need some bleach, its like solving a problem in math.
Every morning I gather the newspaper and sit down to have a read,
Eagerly I open the paper, now where are the reading glasses I need.
After searching countertops, tables and finally deep inside my purse
I find my multi-coloured magnifying glasses as I give out a quiet curse.
I seem to be tired all the time but when I hit the bed I just can’t sleep,
Finally I drift off after a soothing bath, sipping hot milk and counting sheep.
No sooner I’m asleep when the pain becomes so intense, again I’m awake,
My hip hurts, my shoulder aches ~ oh someone shoot me for pity’s sake.
My conversations don’t include the word old any more because that’s me,
Feeling young but according to Denny’s I am a senior, in the upper category!
Caught in limbo with age, it seems somewhere between heaven and hell,
Pay full price for the bus and a movie, but I can eat for less at Taco Bell.
My knowledge and skills lose their relevance to my ever independent kids,
Along the way we’ve switched from teacher to student, we’ve changed grids.
Now retired I have time to walk and exercise but my joints limit the amount,
My metabolism has really changed, seems all food has a triple caloric count.
Are there benefits to being a senior, having to take drugs, I don’t condone,
Maybe being able to watch my family grow and mature with lives of their own
Because now, I am the storyteller, keeping the traditions of our family alive,
The elder who outlines what we stand for, guiding our history as we thrive.
Written July 28, 2012
For Nancy Jones’ contest
This is how life feels when you get to be my age
the winter wears its white dress
ice sculptures in many forms -
allow yourself thaw
horse in the stable
the sled is winter ready -
what an arctic adventure
magical experience
refreshing ice bath -
it tickles in my stomach
06.12.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
1st place in the contest
Saving the Savior
Three hundred and sixty five brand new days,
the first of many years without those old wicked ways.
Swimming through the turmoil of what it takes to act right,
not giving into temptation, Oh what a struggle and a fight!
Follow the yellow brick road avoiding the obstacles in your path,
cleansed, clean, and sober, swimming in a Spiritual bath.
Your future becomes reality as new visions are now so clear,
turning the past that haunts you into strength instead of fear.
From yourself you were rescued from a painful lifelong destiny,
this mirror reflecting my Savior smiling back in pure ecstasy.
bmdvey@
02/21/16
That was then, this is now.
The smell of cut grass on a Saturday morning
The aroma of coffee being poured as day was dawning
The surprise of a guest coming for breakfast
Saturdays were so splendid!
As kids we would play outside for hours,
Cricket, catches, climbing up trees.
We played through the day and into the night
We came indoors by the bright moonlight.
TV was something that you got as a treat,
It was after your bath, if your homework was neat.
Mom would cook some dinner and then we would sit,
We would watch MacGuyver or Michael Knight and Kit.
Time passed so slowly back in the 19th century,
Kids were kids, they stayed in school.
No mission, no fuss, we just didn't rush
Our growing up was fun, it was really cool.
I just wish my boys could grow up like us.
I get quiet sad when I see their pale faces,
no sunshine or summer, no visiting outside places.
TV and games have taken over their time,
I get so sad even though they say they are fine.
Imagination is something of the past,
Their playgrounds are online,
they are growing so fast.
The days of swimming in pools until night,
Or playing kissing catches until the moonlight.
Of carving names into trunks of large oak trees
are over now, it's so sad to see.
Those were the days, of giddy fun,
of making friends in the park
when the holidays begun.
Riding bikes and playing hopscotch
yes those were the days
My children are blessed, I guess with the best.
they too will look back and remember,
their childhood thrills, and they too will reminisce
about those good old days
and how things were better then.
They say women are hard to understand
But I think men are too,
The only difference I can think of
Is the way we use the loo.
They have a hard time with the seat, they often leave it up,
Come on girls what wrong with you, it’s not a bloody cup.
You can put the seat down, just as they have to lift it up - I bet.
Be grateful that they lifted it; at least it won’t be wet.
They bring chocolate because they think,
It’s the right thing to buy
Sorry boys but there is nothing really quite like them,
for making me want to cry.
In fact chocolates are awful they make me feel quite sick,
So don’t ever buy them for me, they won’t ever do the trick…
They bring flowers to say sorry
Now what is the point in that,
murdering some pretty blooms
Yet they think, “it’s in the hat.”
They take us out to dinner
But they don’t really want to pay.
In all honesty, I’d rather stay in,
And watch Tv anyway.
They want us to admire their
great big muscled arms
But they don’t want to show us
they can use their muscled charms.
They shout at a football,
telling it which way to go
What is that all about,
I’d really like to know.
But one thing I can say about men
which nobody can deny
The world is a wonderful place
with a man to make us sigh
Someone to love and comfort us and protect us from whatever
Until a spider crawls in the bath, will they get it out- Not ever.
To all you men out there, in this wonderful universe
Just to let you know we love you all
Even though it is in verse.
You are the best and for that we are very glad
Apart from the female race, some of them really aren’t half-bad.
Lying there, serenely, after a warm jasmined bath,
The thought hit me, what if I never again do awake?
Just wide eyed in heaven’s home to joyfully partake!
I awoke to live in eternal love with good and not wrath.
Now existingin a realm with God, not one of mortal men.
To constantly whisper, I am finally here, with joy and Amen!
I set my now young feet on clouds, God’s floor mats!
The joy of having an everlasting young and new body!
In exchange for thie old one that was worn and shoddy.
To be living in His world, a dream come true, so glorious!
Experiencing my breathless, inexpressable ultimate joy,
Of coming to serve my blessed Creator, now I am victorious!
Heaven was never meant to be a continuation of life on earth.
With awe and joy, I was given keys to my own heavenly home.
My only job, to serve Him and with joy, to never roam!
10/21/2024