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‘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
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
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!!
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
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
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
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
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.
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 !
(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