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Years ago, when my friends and I were just boys;
A nearby place provided such simple joys.
To us, it was one of the best local ‘finds’;
“Let’s go to the creek,” never far from our minds.
We usually rode bikes, although sometimes we’d run;
To be first to arrive was part of the fun.
Visiting each favorite spot with made-up names;
Racing leaf and twig boats, playing other games.
Covering stones with mud, shouting “Bombs away!”
Vying for biggest ‘explosion’ of the day.
Pretending that large rocks were islands mid stream;
For hours we’d play in a quasi day dream.
Imagining that millimeters were miles;
Jumping from the creek’s banks to ‘fly’ to warm isles.
When dusk called us home as it did way too fast;
We knew today’s trip here would not be our last.
'Twas time once again to saddle up for the annual world tour,
Another flying trip around the earth that they must again endure!
"I'm a-gittin' too old fer this flyin' business!" declared Prancer!
"That fat old man is sure gittin' a burden to tote!" exclaimed Dancer!
"The old man gets the treats - all we git is oats!" grumbled Vixen!
"And them lazy elves load the sleigh far too full!" griped Blitzen!
Donner complained about that upstart Rudolph with the shiny nose!
Dasher agreed, "Yeah! He's Santa's pet and that ever'one knows!"
Comet avowed, "Why don't that old poop let us fly the jet stream?"
"I'm quittin' after this ride!" said Cupid. "He just makes me steam!"
They complained about the cold weather and landing on slippery roofs,
Ice forming on their antlers and the fear of breaking their delicate hoofs!
Jouluupukki and the other elves waved and cheered as they flew away,
With sacks of dollies, trucks, bikes and coal overloaded on the sleigh!
The only thing the grumpy reindeer considered their greatest joys,
Was the privilege of delivering good cheer to all the little girls and boys!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Christmas came to the town of Asheville
Each one asked St. Nick for a treadmill
Instead, he gave them bikes
Treating them all like tikes
Then he told them to cycle uphill
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Santa had to borrow a reindeer
Heading out toward the wild frontier
The reindeer was too slow
And its blue nose didn’t glow
Plus it didn’t ever go in high gear
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The Christmas tree wasn’t quite green this year
Frankly, it didn’t fill the house with cheer
It was so dark and grey
Even straining the sleigh
All who saw it were driven to jeer
Christmas Limerick Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Alexis Y.
December 4, 2020
The beacons of Caribbean ray
Made sunlight spins across this hot day
The heat arrives again between lush trees
Shedding their plump clothes leaves.
With dangling fruits on the branches
Bikes dance fluently around the hills.
Up through little towns and even villages
Part of the parishes looks like dishes.
Summer in jamaica wearing a grin
with flashes of torrential rain falling
Pools of water lay by the roadside
beneath the stream, a mist strode
Humidity blots out my vision
To the crystal crisp breaching ocean
Yellow bird in a cloud of immaculate stature
Swirl on the lookout for higher architecture
My pulse beat like a watch tower
Excitement racing over into the shore
Summer in jamaica raises the temperature
Into the high mosquito ceiling
Oxygen tight and drowning
Wonderfulness
Puppies, bikes, and tart lemon pie.
The color orange, and a butterfly.
Cinnamon smells and things that fly.
Wonderfulness.
Favorite jewelry and love for yourself.
Dolls that will never sit on a shelf.
Faeries, gnomes, and the occasional elf.
Wonderfulness.
The helpful people who are kind and good.
Tiny rooms and berries, deep in the woods.
Faithful children who think you always could.
Wonderfulness.
An all-consuming joyful hobby that makes your heart aspire.
A strong hug, a knowing smile, an outrageously fun choir.
An excited feeling, unexpected art to long admire.
Wonderfulness.
I know that dire lame dope head
tried to frame me nicking his moped
planned to leave it near my house
after which learn of its whereabouts
then say he saw me sneak about
the night his bike was nicked
when he would claim without a doubt
that I must have stolen it
but he had to drive it up to mine and that’s when his plan went south
he went and lost his balance as he fell off and hit the ground
discovering when he got back up his bike wouldn’t start again
so the plan he had planned out was clearly not happening
so he changed the story and would say
I nicked it fell off it then ran away
as he watched through the window pane
claiming that is what he saw
but when you look out of the window the view is blocked by a brick wall
completely blind to the road where he says he watched me fall
if you think he’s bloody stupid there’s one more thing to hear
I was in Cyprus at the time yet he thought I was here
so he still made accusations saying I nicked his bike
when I was in different country and it’s a vehicle I don’t like
he forgot that when everyone had a bike I didn’t care
thinking his desire to own a bike must be one that we all share
when I said bikes don’t interest me he said that is a lie
the thing is I had gone abroad and that’s a strong alibi
but if he had the awareness to realise at the time
he’d set me up when I was able to do the crime
and that would make it a case of his word against mine
and I would have disfigured Dom’s face leaving him blind
so he’d be left with eyes that work as well as his mind
A new bike, not any bike, a big kid a bike.
That is what we wished for that year for Christmas
One without training wheels that's what we would like.
Christmas morning, we were getting ready for the day.
Getting on our Christmas dresses, suit and fixing our hair.
Thinking about what could be under the tree out there.
A stuffed bear, a new toy truck, or maybe shoes for ballet!
It's time to open our gifts. The time we waited for all year.
We raced into our living room, and there we saw three new bikes!
We ran towards them with great excitement and shouted with cheer!
My sister got a blue bike, and I got a dark pink one.
our brother got a cool yellow one, transformer themed
We couldn't wait to go out and ride them in the sun.
We got our shoes and coats on and ran outside to try them out.
It was now time to come in and spend time with the family.
Eating Christmas dinner and making wonderful memories.
That is one Christmas I will never forget without a doubt.
Though I was young and thought Christmas was all about the gifts.
I know now as I get older that Christmas isn't all about the presents.
It is a time of giving and spending time with family and friends.
The most important thing of is remembering the birth of our Savior
Jesus Christ. I hope you enjoyed the poem and I wish you all a very
Merry Christmas!
Written for A Christmas Gift Memory poetry contest.
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley
Placement: 3rd
Marmite, was somebody having a joke
And hot vindaloo is a pig in a poke
And serve me up soup that is runny and thin
It’s soup down the sink and the tin in the bin
I kinda like eggs gathered when newly laid
They're great in an omelette if properly made
But then there’s Welsh Rarebit, a dish sure to please
And these both explain the existence of cheese
But how did the tale of cheese ever unfold
Someone thought milk would taste good turned to mould
So they sat back and let the milk get warm and old
And presto, we’ve got ourselves food that is gold
There’s cheese that is mild and cheese that is strong
And cheese that will near knock you out with its pong
It’s devoured with gusto from Hull to Hong Kong
And seventeen trillion mice can’t be wrong
Lycra clad folk say you’ll get fat and ill
As they struggle to cycle their bikes up the hill
But cock a deaf ear as they preach their dislike
There’s more mice than people and none ride a bike
17 November 2018
If John (or Jane), a spouse (or bike) can bring butt pain
and some fools in pursuit of mere bliss think both tools.
Most fighters win rounds (one or two). But do they fight to win (for you)?
Some might say I’m a blighter. Still, new bikes are lighter!
There are good wines that age, but the best wine IS vintage.
If courtesy’s a subtle art, integrity’s its dearest part!
Life (flat out) can mean bugs in your eye, though you fly!
Ride uphill grants a clearer view; this world’s not you!
Krakatoa Kritic #007
My poem is more a humorous comment on the human tendency toward
revisionism (I hope) than a criticism of John’s sly original poem with its twist.
This light-hearted free verse rates a ‘10!’ I enjoyed it, John, though I prefer rhymes!
See ‘Together for the Long Ride,’ a poem by John Watt on PoetrySoup.com.
We ventured out one summer morn
to meet up with the rising sun,
the trip began at Castle Rock;
we joined the others for the run.
Inside a truck stop restaurant
the club debated where to go,
some wanted south to warmer lands,
the others north to find some snow.
We decided north and south were out;
most choices were too far to roam.
We voted to go east instead,
all wanting to stick close to home.
Mount Saint Helens made our list
and looming Mount Rainier did too,
we flipped a coin; let fate decide
which roads we would be riding through.
I picked that coin out of the air
and slammed it down just like a boss.
I raised my hand and all could see
that Mount Saint Helens won the toss.
We topped our tanks and checked the tires,
then lined the bikes up in a row.
One final check determined that
this biker run was set to go.
The Pres pulled out and took the lead
His panhead chopper screaming loud
The rest of us filled in the line,
the one percent, the few, the proud.
With colors flapping in the breeze
and engines gleaming chrome and steel,
the club was on the road again,
expressing all these things we feel.
The knucklehead was running smooth;
with you snug up against my back,
we made the perfect picture love,
you clothed in white and me in black.
We wove around for miles and miles,
until we claimed the mountain crest,
then, near the famous lava tubes,
we finally stopped to get some rest.
We pitched our tents and made some food
then we decided to explore
the holes that held the lava tubes,
the sulfur springs and so much more.
When we were done it was full dark
the only light a crescent moon
so we returned to find our tents;
the morning light would find us soon.
We washed ourselves and changed our clothes,
then settled in to spend the night.
Near dawn we woke and 'saddled up'
prepared to ride before first light.