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I walk into the park on Christmas night.
A wonderland of winter greets my eye.
In shadows with a bluish tinge, the white
of snow looks magical, and it’s piled high.
I’m glad I wore my boots! I look ahead
and see a bench. It’s also steeped with snow.
It looks like Saint Nick’s sleigh or a fun elf sled!
Like a child reborn, to that bench I go,
brush off the snow on one end, and I sit
and singing Jingle Bells, my favorite tune,
I’m taking in the scene, enjoying it.
But getting cold, I know I must leave soon.
To my imaginary one-horse sleigh
I bid farewell; I’m calling it a day!
Dec. 1, 2018 Based on Picture #4
For Sara Kendrick's The Park Bench At Christmas Poetry Contes
May 20th, 2014
Here I am after a long time away. What can I say?
My only excuse is that the demands of life simply got in my way.
I must say I feel guilty for neglecting you - leaving you
waiting, locked away in our secret place.
It seems I come to you more often when I am down.
How selfish of me!
Yet! you never complain, and continue to allow me to dump
all my troubles and woes on you as I attempt to cleanse my soul, leaving you
to carry all my burdens.
You - who know me better than anyone - you who are always
there when I need you.
I come to you today just to tell you how much you mean to me, my
friend, dear diary.
Written: May 20, 2014 - too late to enter the contest
Inspired by the contes: Diary
Sunshine enters my room each morning, even on the cloudiest of days,
As Spencer rises from a nighttime of dreaming
brightening my world in the most wondrous of ways.
He stands beside me with his effervescent smile waiting for my eyes to awake
I am aware of his glorious presence
as continuous slumber I try to fake.
“Good morning, Dad”, no better alarm sound there be than to hear this greeting so sweet
I thank the gods for smiling on me
and through his adoption making my life complete.
Some say blood is thicker than water though I’m not so sure they’re right
The bond with an adopted son or a daughter
for this dad is just as tight.
Entry in the Thicker Than Water contes
Like a lost firefly my mind strays
Concealed like a ripe walnut
My heart is shelled by enclosure
Waiting to be cracked open...
To be served on platinum trays
For whom ever needs some exposure
My donation of hope and faith...
Or perhaps you need just a little love
If you need some, it's yours to take...to pull
You may take as much as you need
I am serving plenty for all
Widen your fingers, grab a handful
My friend, what is mine is yours
My world just wouldn't be the same any other way
After all, is life really life...without love
Sharing and caring for one and for all
I'll be cracking open walnuts...
Until I'm way high...up above
Tri-Con Poetry Contes
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
7-16-2019
I think I have a grem/in, lurking in my words
I'd left a win/ow open and thought it was the birds
But then I heard a thud and a cry for he/p
Saw the little blighter, the elf upon the shelf.
He got very hungry, some letters he did eat
Put slashes where the letters were, do / admit defeat
It was for a contest, no time to put it right
hope that when its judged ,'twi/l be the dark of night.
Oh well I'll send it off, I've got nowt to lose
Meanwhile I'll write another if / can find my muse
That elf upon the she/f has caused me some grief
Never would I have had him down as a letter thief.
(a rhyme but some of the letters have been eaten away and replaced with forward slashes by a wicked elf)
Written 3rd October
For muschi/f contes/ sponsored by N/na Parment/r.