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Dear Diet
Dear Diet, Dear Diet -
Where art thou ?
I've tried and I've tried -
but Holy Cow !
If I cut back on this
and cut back on that -
And start on the treadmill
I'll shed some fat.
Or should I try Bow-flex
or jog twice a day?
Or walk fast like a robot -
get out of my way.
I wish I could get credit
for as much as I've tried.
But still twenty pounds over -
I've laughed till I cried.
There's a way to fix this -
there's a way I think.
A lock on the fridge
and only water to drink.
No food channel - no car
to the drive-in to go.
No newspaper to read
all the coupons they show.
No lunchin' with friends
no cookouts and such.
No late night snacks -
that would be too much.
And when all this happens
wake me up from these dreams.
Eatin' and drinkin' again -
that's just life - so it seems.
Spring starts the year with soft flowers
Sometimes brought with gentle showers
Air fragrant with scents that devours
Hues so bright and bold that glowers
Green grass which also empowers
Rabbits hide in brush and cowers
Blue skies show their calming powers
Buds seem to open through the hours
Winter waves goodbye through scourers
Spring’s beautiful tales are all ours
~
Summer opens with stunned fervor
Welcome sun rays that do nurture
Beach trips that add life preserver
Roses in much shades add favor
Small cookouts bring the server
Birds fly past to gently murmur
Kids buy cones in every flavor
Trimming hedges seems so clever
Lawns are mown for the observer
Summer’s joy, the perfect merger
~
Autumn creates a sense of peace
With leaves falling softly to cease
Limbs stark and naked to decease
Mums create a vivid showpiece
Lakes say sad goodbyes to the geese
The crunch of the leaves does increase
Bouncing in raked leaves is caprice
Some take nature walks without fleece
These cheerful blushes are so nice
Autumn’s certainly God’s showpiece
~
Winter brings in the harsh weather
As the birds may lose a feather
Horses bridled with smooth leather
Gigs throw snow round altogether
Some ride sleds that they will tether
Cardinals trust the snow measure
Many love snow days much better
It seems nice to wear a sweater
Ice hangs down from eaves together
Winter’s blessings are a treasure
~
Spring’s forests fill with wildflowers
A time that brings no wallflowers
Summer’s sunshine is a searcher
Some days bring about a scorcher
Autumn brings about a new lease
For a season shared with a niece
Winter’s clear skies last forever
Reminding us to take shelter
God’s paintbrush portrays the seasons
Showing us He has His reasons
October 7, 2019
LUDix-Rym Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
The grass "dewed" in spring’s early morning shimmer
Upon a crocus lay an "alula" in the sun with a glimmer
A symbol of many flights on every "level" there is to be
Whether it be "solos" or those together, feeling free
Often at "noon" Robin hop across the sunny land
Their "stots" fun to watch, then so still they do stand
Summer brings the "pop" of fireworks in the sky to see
Hummingbirds, "kayak", cookouts and bumble bee
Fall for me can sometimes bring on a "doom mood"
As fun summer "sagas" end, squirrels scramble for food
Winter looms but "live not evil", for there is Christmas "Eve"
Followed by Christmas, a "tenet" most important to believe
Heidi Sands
9/26/18
*Placed 2nd in Palindromes 2 Contest.
One palindrome for each sentence.(oops one sentence has 2) Difficulty getting the bold to work for the words.
Dewed - Past tense verb of wet
Alula - Broken bird's wing
Level - Horizontal plane above or below given point
Solos - Plural for one singular person
Noon - Midday
Stots - Bounces
Pop - Explosive sound
Kayak - Canoe of a type used originally by the Inuit, made of light frame
Doom Mood - Feeling of things going badly or to get worse
Sagas - Long stories of achievement
Live Not on Evil - Choice not to live evil
Eve - Period of time immediately before an event
Tenet - Principle of belief, especially one of the main principles of religion
Promises, Promises...boldy broken
I spite these words when hastily spoken
The act pledged is almost never the issue
it's the scanning of priorties...somehow they missed you!!
You would never have held breath and waited
But the promiser spoke, declaritively stated...
"I will..." "We'll Go...." "Real soon..." "I promise..."
You'd have no reason not to take them at honest...
From as far back as I can remember
every promise I heard was "return to sender"
The phone would ring, my heart would sing
voice on the other end says...."forget the whole thing"
No fishing trips, campouts, or cookouts...look out!
Every time my hopes were up, then hooked out...
I died each time they let me down
when they picked me up, then set me down
when I had to kick start the merry-go-round
sat in an unpushed swing at the play ground...
So thinking back, I know it's why
I see a broken promise like a boldface lie
I hate nothing more than when words are hollow
when an oral oath lacks the action to follow
Trust breaks down when mouths, they run
Hold your tongue then no harm is done!!
Inspired by Michael's "What gets your Goat" contest!!
Your age is not a piece
Of this purple puzzle unique
To your lavished life
You have cars that you give gas
But you ignore filling up little lad
Or little lady as a dad
So many fathers with less are bothered
Sacred fishing trips
Creeks lakes in which take a dip
You’ve been selfish and elfish
Your miniature application of affection
Doesn’t match or make a connection
Love is an action word
Not just felt and heard
But received with red receipts
How dare you never call
Never show up to talk
Never walk the holy walk despite flaws
Someone did father you
So you have a clue
What to do
There are men born of sin
Who had much less than
And they are awesome father’s awesome men
Don’t worry he was taught
To love you though you do not
Deserve that which you don’t give freely
You want a trophy
A son for cookouts and parties
When will you figure out you need
To start with an apology and
A conversation so deep
It erases the negativity
You are forgetting
Your seed is a part of your destiny
You can’t keep running
It just isn't the same at least in what I used to remember
Life was all but a game as now such fireworks are a blur
For a new time has now begun standing just off to the side
Not sure who really won, but still, with that old sense of pride
The cookouts still burn as the music plays in the backyard
But as we all have learned that life has become pretty hard
Always a new crisis ahead and no grudge ever left behind
Forgetting all Those who have bleed as they sat and dined
Stars and Stripes is still there but it's very Creator has left
The two used to be a pair and that being the greatest theft
Now they hush His Name, as in, out of sight and out of mind
Action so filled with such shame, before this, you didn't find
Yeah, today may be July four having so much to celebrate
And the rockets red glare soar as below the masses wait
But it's not the fourth I knew the one containing a prayer
Yes I know that I grew, but even so, God was ALWAYS there
Awakening, spring is in the air
Robin, humming, and bluebirds are ready to sing
Ring a ding,ding
Frogs, toads, snakes, and lizards are ready to explore
Blue skies are going to be magnificent
Imma kiss the floor
Rainbows are going to brighten our open doors
Spring green fragrant delightful butterflies will put a glow on your footsteps
The smell of family cookouts and love bird picnics
The smell of cut grass and gardening
Sun-kissed grassy rainy days will always be a surprise, may I say
Yellow, green, purple, orange, and blue are blooming your yard
Tender spring is here
Awakening is in the air
Lemonade and ice cream stands
Grass stains with apple blossoms, spring salad such a delightful taste
Spring is here
Tender spring
I kiss on a river spring
I lay and sing, spring is here
Emile Pinest
Spring is in the air
March~22~2019
Jubilant celebrations ring out all over the
United States of America each year on the
Nineteenth of June, to be exact; commemorating the
Emancipation proclamation. What a happy day it is, and was!
Tens of thousands of enslaved Black people saw the
End of slavery in America, finally. Hallelujah! It's a day
Ebulliently marked with parades, street fairs, cookouts, et al.
Not a federal holiday, which is a crying shame! In Galveston,
Texas, on June 19, 1865, freedom bells joyously rang!
History thanks Maj. Gen. Gordon Granger who set it in motion.
Fun fact: I kicked off my contest debut with a "Juneteenth" theme.
Date written: 06/19/2020
May is known for beautiful warm weather,
The sun shines in the blue sky.
The gardens are filled with beautiful flowers,
Favorites like roses, lilies and wild flowers.
Walks in the scenic park guest,
Where boyfriend and girlfriend are seen,
Roller skating along the walkway,
What a beautiful day with the sunshine on your shoulder.
Skate boarders delight in cruising along the walkway,
Summer is almost here and time to go to the cottage.
Travel to the cottage where you could rent or purchase,
The beautiful scenery, lakes for swimming and boating.
Swimming at the cottage in the shallow water,
Gone sailing in your favorite sailboat.
This is a month of pleasures and sunshine,
Having cookouts and roasting marsh mellows.
May is a favorite month, with activities enhanced,
Thank God for the many blessings.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
A hint of wood smoke in the air
Mornings chill, days are fair
Only a few weeks ago
Hazy and hot humidity the foe
To keep cool what did you do
Walk the beach or dip in the pool
To fill your summer memories book
Will you often think of the walks you took
Hiking, sailing whatever the sport
Or maybe some tennis on the court
Cookouts, clambakes with family and friends
Some of those days were as gems
Maybe baseball was more your pace
Or watching the America Cup Race
A friendly place was the ocean
Now it's full of angry motion
Soon breakers will crash the shore
Where gentle wavelets lapped before
Remember again those summer days
When Spring seems so far away
Flowers slumber in their beds
While leaves turn to gold and reds
Indian Summer the final farewell
Before Winter covers valleys and dells