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Premium Member Galloping Gingerbread Cookie

‘Twas the season to be merry, and playing around,
shirker Fred was in Vegas; from work he had played hooky.
Asleep in his hotel room, he strangely dreamed about
a man that looked like a galloping gingerbread cookie.

Fred was startled awake by a knock at his door.
Yelling at him for money he owed was his bookie.
Having no cash, Fred ran from his room. Then he saw
in the hall was the galloping gingerbread cookie!

The gingerbread man – gigantic- said, “Hop on my back.
Your best Christmas gift awaits, and her name is Sookie.”
Away Fred fled to the girl of his dream’s sugar shack
on the back of the galloping gingerbread cookie.

The gingerbread man dropped him off with a wink and said,
“She’s under the mistletoe, and she’s wanting some nookie!’
Christmas cheer filled Fred’s heart till he woke for REAL this time.
No girl had there been, nor galloping gingerbread cookie.

Dec. 16, 2018 for the Christmas Cheer Poetry Contest of  Kim Rodrigues
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Final Draft Pick

There was a knock 
We stopped doing our tik tok 
Opened the opportunity door 
A cable guy was there from the local electronics’ store 
With orders from the mother ship 
He handed me a grid iron script 
I was chosen 
Stood there in shock and frozen 
Wearing his prop the NFL mask 
He entered to do his communication task 
I must have stock 
And now I was on the clock 
Was my thought 
Wondering if my athletic product was going to be bought 
Continuing to assemble the device 
It was a camera that had a nice retail price 
Do I owe you for the house call? 
No just go and play football 
When that green light flashes 
You will be seen by the masses 
Stay calm when you are on 
Was the cable guy’s comment 
Knowing that I really wanted it 
You are now a rookie 
Your background is known by everyone even the bookie 
As he left 
I tipped him money to bet 
Knowing I will be a selection 
Not a rejection 
After the internet inspection 
First night came and went 
Green light had no transmission sent 
Was my small box in tune?
With what the virtual production was doing? 
Picks were made 
Yet I did not hear if I made the grade 
Two hundred was the one that had the call 
And I started to plan applying for that job at the mall 
It is a nice Radio Shack 
A nice wage no reason to pack 
Centered in a strategic place 
Making money when I put a smile on my face 
All of a sudden it came 
The television said my name 
The green light started to blink 
A giant interest I did think 
I got a shot 
To put my talents in the NFL pigskin pot 
Securing the final draft slot 
And a reservation spot 
On the simple rookie cot
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hollow Praise

I readily admit that at composing poetry I'm a rookie.
I've yet to be invited by a firm to publish for me a "bookie!"
Flattering friends tell me that I'm a budding Robert Frost.
Ha! That I'll believe when my name on a cover is embossed!

I've sent poems to so-called experts - they claim they are smitten!
Oft they gush, "My boy, that's the greatest poem ever written!"
But do they offer for my chef d'oeuvre any remuneration?
No! For inclusion in THEIR book I must pay THEM compensation!

"Win thousands of dollars in prizes!" the journals proclaim!
"Enter our contest and you'll garner world-wide acclaim!
You have a genius for expressing your thoughts!" they often say.
I've yet to see my poems even published as "Poem of the Day!"

"You're invited to our convention to read your poem!" they gush!
"The spotlight is on you - over the audience falls a hush!"
Is it worth paying two-thousand bucks for a tad of fleeting fame?
I think not - please include me out of your nefarious game!

I'll wager Poe, Guest, Burns, Keats or even Ogden Nash,
Didn't have to go thro' such inane folderol to make a smash!
They can keep their anthologies, I'll not perpetuate their scams.
I'll just keep composing for kith and kin my very humble gems!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(©  All Rights Reserved)

This sums up my experience with poetry.com!!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sensitivity

I've been told I'm much too sensitive 
                         my eyes leak tears like a used sieve

                    I cry over sad movies, words in a book 
                         so go ahead and give me that 'look'

                    Sometimes I cry goodbye on the phone
                         So what?  I wasn't chiseled out of stone

                    Tell me I get my feelings hurt too fast 
                         I'll say I cry from memories of my past

                    Don't tell me I need to restrain the flow
                         Maybe I've suffered more than you know

                    I can take being knocked around by my foes 
                         those who bitterly want to step on my toes

                    But words from someone I really care about 
                         cause me to frown with my mouth in a pout

                    I'm a sensitive woman who tends to cry 
                         if I tell you I don't, I've told you a lie

                    I would never intentionally hurt anyone 
                         If I like you, I'll tease you, but it's in fun

                    Falling tears may not be in fashion
                         I don't think it's a crime to have passion

                    So please don't think I'm being a grumps
                         if you do I'll get down in the dumps

                    I've been told that I'm a tough cookie
                         you can make bet on that with any bookie

                    I'll be your friend, honest and true 
                         but don't hurt me 'cuz it'll make blue
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Elmont's Steak Dinner

Elmont was hungry 
He needed money 
Trying not to be bitter 
Hearing the bull sifting through the ticket litter 
Two bucks thrown away 
Nothing came through his way 
Headed home 
All alone 
Planning what to tell his bookie on the phone 
And there it appeared 
Saying he had nothing to fear 
Wiping a tear 
Suddenly, seeing a gigantic steer 
“He has a lot of raw meat 
When grilled at the proper heat 
Tangy and sweet” 
But how does Elmont take 
This beef cake 
From the grazing land
To the hamburger stand 
Elmont thought and sought 
How this entrée could be caught 
Go up to the main course on the lawn 
And say ‘you are not going to see the dawn’ 
‘I am in control 
Going to take you in on my patrol’ 
With a little light left 
Moos could even be heard by the deaf 
He found one wanting to be cooked 
Slaughtered and seasoned as stated in the good book 
“Moo” said the cow
Elmont answered him with a pow
A few hours later 
His loving partner was the waiter 
“You tipped the cow way too much 
And he didn’t like where you touched
I took spare ribs out of the freezer 
Enjoy them at your leisure” 
It took work 
To barbeque the pork 
An interesting selection 
No need for rejection 
Even though Elmont did not get a steak dinner 
His wife tonight was the true winner
Form: Rhyme


The Kidnapping of Big Bird

It was late into the night 
When Bert Ernie and I
Were traveling across the plans of Nebraska

Much to my surprise 
Bert looks me straight in the eyes
And says Mike, I gotta question to ask ya

With Big Bird wrapped up in the trunk
You'd think that he'd already thunk
About this night long before it already happened

When we took Oscar the Grouches can lid 
And whacked Big Bird smack dab in the head
Then tied him up tight while he was napping

We rolled him out to curb
Believe me it looked quite absurd
Ernie grunting with Bert complaining as feathers went flying

But as would be our fate 
Able to make our planed escape
When Count Von Count took time out to do some feather counting

So this is now where we are
Bert, Ernie, Me, and Big Bird in the trunk of our car
Not really knowing where it is we are heading

Our thinking went only as far
As nabbing Big Bird and the get away car
Putting Ernie in charge wasn't such a good idea is what I am betting

Ernie says he's figured it all out
Bert says we need this, but still has his doubts
Cause Bert owes back pay alimony and Ernie his bookie

We head to Ernie's planed drop off spot
And of course it's swarming with cops
While our inside man " The Monster " gave us up for Cookies

They let Big Bird out of the trunk
Who proceeded to slap us punch drunk
Then straight to the judge to pay for this hideous crime

I can't think of any worse fate
I now know this was a fatal mistake
The sentence...
Banished to Sesame Street for life, now that is hard time

The new rookie better than nookie

Only the very young & very beautiful can be so aloof

Hanging out with the boys all swagger & poise

Our new dashing wannabe tyro is ample proof 

(coined by Tom with aplomb.. purloined by me)


Mused Caribbean calypso cool fused with well private school

Cherished plush rhapsodies segue with relished lush melodies

Lips licks fancy flicks & tricks picnics phoenix from the Ashes

Remedies for believers lulled by lullabies from lyrical levers


Poetic shapes lacy lines never frenetic balletic aesthetic

The boundary rope dope trope Jacob is our new hope

The computer says “YES” suitor for the future prophetic


Or down with the kids well Bethell’s the real deal rookie

Badgers hearts swell feels like proper Test cricket nookie

Tell his chilled southpaw drawer got more than Cookie

While other than Joe everyone else was playing hooky

Golden curls & olden twirls.. BET HELL for the bookie
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mystery of Mellowness

bafflingly 
    bemusing
         mind
       &
         mood
              unwary
       &
          brazen bookie
       secluded  
     sequestered
  stouthearted
spluttered

calming 
    melody
  in
woeful 
     wail
&
stormy 
  temper
     quirky 
         upsurge
of
     humdinger
   &
 humdrum

ancient 
      mysteries
          slumber 
   in 
          depths
   of
 stillness
     &
eternal light
      blazing bright 
          beaming insight
               beaconing  delight

trance 
    in
      abyss
        but
waters curl
    in 
  mercurial 
      cadence
    &
  unfathomable 
         ocean
a wave
          streaming serenity
      splendid sparking
    sprouting spring
seedling
  of
    starlit serenade
surrounding hollow
 in
  wails
      of
     hazy aches
   forlorn sighs
scattered
   a wave
      a verve
          a swerve.

Written: January 22, 2023

Your Selection Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Other

PURPLE

 PURPLE 

Purple my soft moss seat in paradise 
amethyst crown purple so wise
High Priestess purpled silken silent and bold
 has no need to compete with cool 
Countess whose court is neat
but oh so cold !

What a sweet treat to see
ripe ripple granadilla purpled fall from tree
she made an indigo way from leafy branch
to loamy Earth to juicy kiss my feet
landing on delicate fairy roots with a scarlet beat 

Purple irises erect rows in park holler 
such powerful maidens compete not for dollars chased by bookie rookie scholars who fail 
to see abundance in nature’s holy colour 
divinely composed with innocent hues of valour
 
How humans sniffle and snuffle when they 
seek lilac happiness in ludicrous money 
all they need do is close their eyes to
visualise dining on purple aubergine, 
mauve butter bean laced with dripping honey  
in violet chameleon coves hosting bunnies 
watching a shimmering sunset 
holy purple burble !
Form: Couplet

Premium Member At the Pawnshop

(written to go with the tune of "Under the Boardwalk")

Oh, when you’re strapped for cash, and your rent is coming due.
If you gambled badly, and your bookie now is after you,
Down at the pawnshop, you need to be, yeah,
Where there’s laptops, old comic books and fine jewelry.

(Refrain)
At the pawnshop. Oh, what great fun!
At the pawnshop. You can see lots of guns.
At the pawnshop, buyers look all around.
At the pawnshop, losers look at the ground.
At the pawnshop…. pawnshop!

If you’re soon to wed but can’t afford an expensive ring,
It’s the place to go; they don’t deal in really cheap bling bling.
Down at the pawnshop, you need to be, yeah,
Where there’s laptops, old comic books and fine jewelry.

(repeat refrain)

Check out the song I had in my mind at this link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjD0Ne3CuaY
Form: Rhyme

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